The Old Taoist

After the woman's startled gasp, she did not stop, but continued forward with a swaying motion.

Chen Lin and Fat Tiger remained squeezed inside the Bronze Coffin, utterly motionless. Only after a long while passed without anything unusual happening did he begin to consider his options.

He now had only two choices. One was to open the Bronze Coffin directly and have Fat Tiger rush out first to scout the situation. With Fat Tiger's undying body, even being blasted apart would not matter much.

But once the lid opened, the coffin would lose its protective effect. If the unknown being outside meant him harm, he might not be able to handle it in his current state.

Ghostly creatures used different methods from cultivators, so he could not deal with them according to common sense.

The second choice was to wait, see where the other party intended to take him, and counter each move as it came.

But that choice left him far too passive. If he was taken straight to the fifth level or even deeper, the danger would be far too great.

At that moment, Chen Lin missed Grass and Hua Ruyu terribly. If those two were still here, things would be much easier. Fat Tiger might have an undying body, but his lack of strength was a glaring weakness.

Various plans kept turning over in Chen Lin's mind, only to be rejected one after another.

The only power he could draw on now was the Nightmare Realm.

But fishing in Flower Valley would yield no Beauty Flowers without using the Fortunate Art, and its consequences were too severe. He could not use it unless his life was on the line.

Gambling Fortune Lake was also out of the question. Golden Toad's attitude had grown utterly hostile, and would