Ye Qianfan saw...
The man lying in the coffin had a thick, full beard!
He wore a blue-green Daoist robe and gray cloth shoes, dressed from head to toe as a disciple of the Daoist tradition!
This man...
Who else could he be but Chi Xi?
Why was Chi Xi inside this coffin?
Last night, the group had encountered Human-Skin Ghosts. Mo Hechuan, who had been paired with Chi Xi, had returned and said that Chi Xi had charged into the ring of Human-Skin Ghosts and was gone!
Yet Chi Xi's body was here. Had Mo Hechuan been lying?!
Splash!
Just then...
The cloud of black mist that had drifted ashore had already enveloped the headless corpse, dragging it into the water moments later.
Perhaps the black mist had gotten a taste of something good, because it actually began spreading toward the bank. It seemed able to sniff out human scents, too, swimming toward Ye Qianfan and Chi Xi.
Like an enormous black python!
Damn!
Ye Qianfan cursed inwardly, grabbed Chi Xi's body, and hurried up the bank.
Surprisingly, however, Chi Xi should have been dead for an entire night, yet his body remained supple, as though he were merely asleep!
Fortunately, Ye Fu was strong. He simply slung Chi Xi over his shoulder and fled to a spot far from the riverbank.
The black mist soon swept into the coffin, but when it discovered that the coffin was empty, it flew into a rage. Forming a whip from its black mist, it lashed the coffin into splinters!
Fortunately, after venting its anger, it did not pursue them any farther inland.
Instead, it swiftly withdrew into the river!
Gulp!
Ye Qianfan was stunned to see the River God smash a solid-wood coffin to pieces with a single lash, using nothing