When people found themselves in desperate situations, they instinctively chose the version most favorable to themselves. Even if they had truly encountered ghosts, they would desperately deny that fact in their hearts.
Xiao Xie's words were like a shot of adrenaline, pulling the crowd, who had been on the verge of collapse, back from the brink.
"Cough, cough, cough... What kind of place is this? Are we inside the Bronze Coffin?"
The shadow in the corner slowly rose to its feet and asked groggily.
Although Xiao Xie had already told Ye Fan and the others that there were no ghosts inside the Bronze Coffin, when they saw the shadow approaching, they still could not help retreating several steps.
"It's Pang Bo! What are you scared of?"
The shadow gradually drew closer, revealing his form in the light cast by a phone.
After Ye Fan clearly saw Pang Bo's appearance, he stepped out from behind Xiao Xie.
Pang Bo had been Ye Fan's closest friend in college. Ye Fan stepped forward and gave Pang Bo a hard hug, then asked with a puzzled expression, "Pang Bo, didn't you say you were busy and couldn't come? How did you end up here?"
"I was busy at first, but after things at home were taken care of, I heard that you had come to Mount Tai for a gathering, so I hurried over too..."
Pang Bo told Ye Fan how he had made his way to Mount Tai.
Just as Pang Bo arrived at Jade Emperor Peak, the dragon corpse and the Bronze Coffin fell from the sky. Fortunately, he clung to a tree and was not injured.
When Ye Fan and the others were sucked into the Bronze Coffin, Pang Bo happened to be near the Five-Colored Altar and was sucked into