"What's going on?" They were already on edge in an environment like this. The sudden noise sent a chill racing up from the Fatty's feet.
Something inside the coffin had moved. But they had no idea whether it was the Night Watchman's corpse, the River Goddess's bones, or some other unholy thing.
"Mm..."
A few seconds later, Chen Hao, who was holding the Soul Suppressing Bell, suddenly groaned. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, as though he were suffering unbearable pain.
Seeing this, Yu Chengmu, Jia Jinliang, and A Biao immediately backed away from him.
Even stranger, the Paper Figures and Paper Horses leading the way stopped at the same time.
Lei Mingyu and Du Moyu hurried over. Quick to react, Lei Mingyu caught Chen Hao by the shoulder before he could fall.
"How are you?" Du Moyu asked anxiously.
Chen Hao's face was twisted with pain. Through gritted teeth, he forced out each word. "This... this Soul Suppressing Bell has a limit. Each person... each person can only use it once!"
"Only once?"
Before Du Moyu could think it through, Chen Hao groaned again. His complexion grew worse, and even took on a bluish tinge.
Du Moyu didn't dare waste any more time. He quickly snatched the Soul Suppressing Bell away. "Brother Hao, don't worry. I'll take the next turn. Everyone gets one. How are you feeling? Can you still walk?"
"I can." Chen Hao managed a difficult nod.
As if to confirm what Chen Hao had said, the moment the Soul Suppressing Bell left his hand, his complexion improved considerably, and his body stopped trembling for no reason.
When Jiang Cheng saw Du Moyu take the bell, his brow furrowed. He hadn't spotted anything wrong yet, but he had a bad feeling.
How did Chen Hao know the