Chosen

The wooden structure was severely decayed, its beams broken and cobwebs hanging everywhere.

Dozens of coffins were piled haphazardly together. Some lids hung askew, revealing pitch-black interiors, while others were tightly sealed with Jiang family labels pasted onto them.

Yellowed spirit money and broken roof tiles littered the ground. The only source of light was the ghastly moonlight filtering through the damaged window lattice.

Above the front entrance hung a crooked plaque, its large character for "Inn" written in mottled cinnabar.

A young man with slicked-back hair and rimless glasses stood at the entrance.

Whether it was his ordinary T-shirt-and-jeans outfit or his refined, scholarly appearance, nothing about him seemed connected to the word "monster."

When he saw the sinister coffins, fear showed on the young man's face.

Just as he was about to back out and turn away, someone behind him had already stepped forward in a cloth shoe.

The young man spun around quickly but did not attack. He merely raised both hands in front of himself on instinct.

That defensive motion exposed the slit in his left palm and blocked a Corpse Refining Talisman thrown by the old man.

The talisman was directly swallowed by the slit in his palm, chewed apart and devoured.

"Oh? Your courage is a little lacking, and your plant has only just sprouted, but your hand is quite special.

The Jiang Residence has been short-handed lately. If you want to come, then come... if not, that is fine too. You can just leave."

A smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth, and a sharp fang wreathed in Yin Energy flickered into view.

"How do I get there?"

"Lie inside a coffin. When you wake up, you will naturally have arrived at the Jiang Residence.

Do not worry. The coffin