However, faced with the strange pressure coming from the redwood coffin, Wu Feng remained expressionless and casually used a magical treasure to open the coffin lid.
The moment it opened, the strange aura instantly began to spread. Its concentration was extremely high, and hallucinations even began to appear in Wu Feng's eyes.
Wu Feng saw a woman dancing gracefully in the white mist. She had her back to him, while waves of eerie string music that sent chills down the spine rang out in his mind.
Wu Feng felt a wave of pressure throughout his body, but he continued watching, sensing the hallucination before him.
Wu Feng knew that hallucinations might also be an opportunity, part of the process of gathering information. He could not let it go.
The spine-chilling music continued to rise in pitch, becoming so terrifying that fear began to surface in Wu Feng's heart. Then, the woman suddenly vanished before his eyes.
Next, Wu Feng felt a chill at the back of his neck. A pair of icy hands pressed down on it.
At that moment, Wu Feng could of course have thrown off the owner of those hands at any time, but he still did not do so. He turned his head slightly like an ordinary person, as though afraid, and looked at the owner of the hands behind him.
The owner of those hands, that terrifying face, finally appeared within Wu Feng's field of vision.
Wu Feng saw a presence that looked extremely terrifying. As it stared at him, it exuded an indescribable eeriness and chill.
What Wu Feng saw was a face with disordered features. All kinds of facial features were scattered chaotically across its head.
Moreover, those features had already rotted badly, presenting an appearance that was both eerie and horrifying.
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