They burned grass until the third watch, with all the implements laid out and ready.
For some reason, Hui Ming had not left. He stood to one side, forcing down his fear as he recited the [Heavenly Official's Scripture for Dispelling Calamity and Absolving Sins], a penitential scripture that had never been passed down. His voice still trembled.
The scripture's origins were dubious, too, but at that moment, none of that mattered.
Hui Ming could only hope it would do some good.
The strongmen had dropped off the coffin and fled at remarkable speed, leaving only three living people and one living corpse there with the body.
Lin Feng did not count as anything. He was more like a surveillance camera, standing to one side and quietly observing it all.
He felt like a "Supreme Deity." When the "Supreme Deity" observed these things, they existed. When the "Supreme Deity" did not observe them, the information ceased to exist.
The stars hung low over the vast, level wilderness. In that silent, deserted place, the two dared not weep. They simply kept burning dry grass, raising clouds of choking smoke. Amid their repeated coughing and the acrid haze, the strange noises inside the coffin grew ever more distinct. Even Hui Ming could clearly hear the wailing.
It chilled them to the bone.
Someone was also speaking inside the coffin, saying things like, "I'm not dead yet! You pair of ()()()(), how dare you send me away! How dare you throw me out!"
The corpse inside the coffin cursed viciously, but when no one outside responded, he changed his tone and began pleading softly. He was cold, he was hot, he was afraid—one cry after another reached them, begging them to save him, to remember the love they had shared. All he asked