The Xuan Police had fled in droves. By rough count, there were only a hundred or so people left on the streets. Dragon-Carrying Village's roads weren't particularly wide, and beneath the dim night sky, the streets were deserted and silent. The dry ground kicked up a faint haze of dust under the splashing blood rain.
As I gazed at the hazy red glow ahead, my heart suddenly began pounding. The eerie atmosphere pressed down on me until I could barely breathe.
I believed many people felt the same way I did. Even after weathering life-and-death trials, they would still be afraid when it came to the Blood Cloud Coffin.
"Long, long roads, ah, my soul has nowhere to rest; vines coil and spread, ah, my soul has nothing to lean on; the river ripples faintly, the wild grass sways softly, my soul returns, ah—what calls it from the four corners..." The mournful song drifted slowly through the night, as though it had come from ancient times.
The poles carrying the coffin clacked against one another as the coffin swayed, chiming rhythmically. Beside me, Senior Brother Hai swallowed audibly. His hands and feet were probably trembling by now.
Someone shouted for us to run, and a crowd burst from the houses, rushing toward the village entrance.
"The small formation stone you placed inside broke. The Blood Cloud Coffin appeared in Dragon-Carrying Village, so we can't stay here. Sigh, once the Blood Cloud Coffin is released, none of us will get out of this unscathed." Mu Fengbai sighed. He had just come to his senses as well. The situation wasn't looking good.
When I instinctively looked toward Li Thigh's group, my face paled. The two master and disciple were standing in the main road of Dragon-Carrying Village like statues. Li Mufan held