"What... what do you mean?" The fat man walking in front of the coffin had been closest to the dead cat and felt the impact most strongly. Blood had splattered across his mask, then slowly slid down in thick drops. "It's staring at us. What does it want?"
"It wants to choose one of us to pay with our life."
Luo Tianhe's expression was darker than ever. He had prepared thoroughly for this trip, even using a method to borrow yin energy and draw a group of wandering spirits to follow behind them. But he had never imagined they would encounter something as ominous as a black cat crashing into the coffin just after leaving town. And... this was only the beginning.
Keeping calm, Luo Tianhe quietly warned them, "Don't panic. Backtrack the way we came. Keep your steps steady, and don't jostle the coffin. Whatever you do, don't look into the dead cat's eyes, or it might hold a grudge against you."
"We can't go back!" Li Bai suddenly called out. "Mr. Luo, there's no turning back once you've started carrying a coffin. If we retreat..."
"Shut your mouth. Everyone, do as I say. Back up."
But no matter how hard they tried, the Hanging Longevity Coffin seemed rooted to the ground. It wouldn't budge. Then a spine-chilling scraping sound came from inside.
"Creak—"
"Creak—"
The sound wasn't especially shrill, but at that moment, it plunged everyone into utter despair.
They could all picture it: inside the dark, sealed coffin, sharp fingernails scraping across the inner walls.
Mr. Wu had awoken.
No—not Mr. Wu himself. His corpse... had turned fierce!
Soon, the scratching grew more frantic, accompanied by a thumping sound. The heavy Hanging Longevity Coffin began swaying uncontrollably from side to side.
The hemp ropes binding the coffin