Anomalous Coffin! Fellow Daoist Fan, Please Spare the Coffin with Your Sword!

"Innkeeper! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" In the inn's first-floor lobby, a waiter cried out in panic, his voice trembling slightly. "Innkeeper, what... what do we do?"

"How the hell should I know!"

The innkeeper had been about to close up for the night, but this sudden turn of events sent a chill down his spine!

Both of their legs were trembling violently, as soft as noodles.

It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but their legs wouldn't move; they couldn't run!

They stared in terror at the inn's entrance.

There, a bizarre coffin, plastered with numerous talismans, lay at the inn's doorway, having appeared out of nowhere!

The talismans on the coffin were tattered, as if torn apart by some mysterious force, or perhaps ripped by bare hands.

The temperature throughout the inn...

seemed to have dropped.

Although the innkeeper and the waiter hadn't personally seen a ghost emerge, in this World of Gods and Anomalies, encountering such a strange event... they were 100% certain they had encountered a ghost late at night!

After all, who would dare move a coffin out late at night as a prank? Weren't they afraid of being haunted by ghosts?

Suddenly.

The coffin trembled, moving forward a few inches into the inn!

It!

Actually moved!!!

The innkeeper gasped, terrified.

His face instantly turned deathly pale, and his eyes rolled back.

He slumped down weakly.

This stunned the waiter beside him.

If the innkeeper fainted, wouldn't he be left alone to face the ghost?

Fear had already consumed his body and mind.

The temperature inside the inn continued to drop.

The candlelight flickered, and a chilling wind swept through the lobby.

It made the tables and chairs sway slightly!

"G-ghost grandpa! Ghost grandma! I... I, Hong Goudan, have never done anything wicked! The most guilt-ridden thing I've ever done was... was hiding from the innkeeper a few days ago and accepting a piece of broken silver as a reward from a wealthy patron."

The waiter had already collapsed on the ground, terrified.

His pants were soaked, but he seemed oblivious.

He was so scared he didn't even notice he had wet himself!

However...

His pleas were useless.

Not only did the coffin not stop, but it continued to move further into the inn!

This time, it moved several steps!

The waiter was completely numb!

This distance was close enough for him to feel the chilling aura emanating from the coffin. It felt like a block of ice, a thousand years old, was approaching him.

As the coffin drew nearer, the waiter's emotions turned to despair.

With a mournful face, he pinched his useless thigh hard.

But it was still no use.

His legs wouldn't obey him!

The next second.

The waiter suddenly felt the back of his collar being grabbed as if by a monster.

He watched helplessly as his disobedient feet slowly lifted two feet off the ground!

"Move aside."

Two words suddenly sounded from behind him.

Before the waiter could turn around, he felt his body being thrown backward.

He landed on the ground with a thud, not too hard, and quickly looked up.

Instantly!

He saw a sturdy silhouette!

As imposing as a mountain!

Is this?

The waiter recalled.

The man in front of him seemed to be an unusual person who had come to the inn this evening, asking to stay for the night.

The reason he thought the man was unusual was that, ever since he was young, the waiter had never seen anyone so tall!

The first time he saw him...

He was greatly shocked!

And now...

He was still shocked!

Fan Wu paid no mind to what the waiter was thinking.

He glanced down at the innkeeper who had fainted on the ground. The Demon-Slaying Sword, still in its scabbard, in his hand was used to lightly nudge the innkeeper on the ground.

The innkeeper was tossed aside by Fan Wu as if he were trash.

Then, his gaze turned to a blood-red coffin before him.

The coffin was rectangular and did not appear small.

Most of the talisman paper pasted on it was damaged, and it looked like it had been damaged recently.

There also seemed to be ink lines binding the coffin.

But more than half of those ink lines were broken.

Talisman paper.

Ink lines.

Coffin.

With these three factors combined, anyone with even a little imagination could guess that inside this coffin... there was definitely an anomalous entity!

The coffin continued to move forward, its bottom scraping against the inn's floor, emitting a series of ear-piercing sounds.

"Str-strongman, that's a ghost..." The waiter was deeply moved by Fan Wu's "rescue" and felt he couldn't go against his conscience.

Thus, he mustered his courage and reminded him with a trembling voice.

Fan Wu acted as if he hadn't heard.

He watched the coffin drawing closer and closer, neither retreating nor dodging.

Instead, he lifted his foot and blocked its path!

Under the waiter's dumbfounded gaze, Fan Wu directly stomped on top of the coffin!

"Hiss!" The waiter gasped, "G-guest, please be careful. This... this is going to..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because he watched with his own eyes as Fan Wu, using the leg that was blocking the coffin, exerted a little force. The wooden coffin, which looked very heavy, was kicked sideways with a single kick!

The coffin screeched against the ground, being forced to move directly towards the outside of the inn.

The waiter was stunned again!

Wasn't this a bit too formidable?

Was this guest not afraid of ghosts and spirits at all?

He dared to kick the coffin away!

And...

What kind of strength was this?

This coffin looked like it weighed at least three to four hundred jin, right?

And he could kick it so far? And it didn't seem like he used much strength?

Ah, this...

Huh?

Wait!

The waiter, whose mind had finally calmed down a little, noticed that Fan Wu's clothes were unusual.

He recognized the style of clothing; wasn't this the attire of Daoist priests?

The waiter's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized—

Could this be a Daoist Master?!

No wonder he wasn't afraid of ghosts and monsters, and even dared to kick the coffin away.

So he was a cultivator!!

"D-Daoist Master! It... it's coming again!!" Before the waiter could even catch his breath, he suddenly saw the coffin that Fan Wu had kicked out of the inn charging straight back into the inn.

And this time, the speed was even faster!

If the previous speed was like a turtle, then this time it was like a mad bull!

Watching the coffin charge straight ahead.

Fan Wu's expression remained as calm as ever, showing no signs of anxiety.

He placed one hand on the sword hilt.

The Demon-Slaying Sword was slowly drawn, its sharp blades on both sides reflecting a chilling glint under the flickering candlelight.

His entire aura changed as well!

Killing intent permeated the air!

His imposing aura, like that of a ferocious beast, directly dispersed the Yin energy overflowing from the coffin.

Even the waiter behind Fan Wu could clearly feel a suffocating sensation approaching.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

The coffin, which was charging directly, seemed to sense something. Just as it was about to enter Fan Wu's five-step range...

It actually slammed on the brakes.

And stopped!

"Fellow Daoist Fan! Please wait a moment!!"

It was at this very moment that an anxious shout came from afar, growing closer.

"Spare the coffin!!"