They had originally planned to pry open the coffin and begin containing the ghost inside.
But neither Yang Jian nor Zhang Han had expected that the coffin, which had remained quietly in the mourning hall ever since they entered the village, would open on its own at this moment.
It was accompanied by a weak, feeble cough.
Something slowly pushed the coffin lid, opening a crack before them.
Through that crack, a bloodless, deathly pale hand reached out.
All the signs indicated one thing.
The ghost inside the coffin was about to come out.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian's expression tensed involuntarily.
This situation had not been within his calculations. By his estimate, the ghost inside this coffin should not have been able to come out.
Because when he had tried to open it earlier, the ghost inside had gripped the coffin lid tightly, refusing to let him open it.
That meant the ghost should not have wanted to come out.
But now, what had made this ghost act against its nature and open the coffin voluntarily?
"Yang Jian, what do we do now?" Zhang Han's face had gone pale with fright.
Yang Jian waved a hand. "Stay calm. Don't do anything reckless. We were going to fight a ghost anyway. It makes no difference whether we meet it sooner or later. Get my body bag ready and see if we can contain it."
"O-okay."
Zhang Han swallowed nervously and hurriedly picked up the body bag from the floor.
"When it comes out, cooperate with me." A Ghost Eye appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.
That eye stared fixedly at the gradually opening coffin.
Another Ghost Eye emerged from the back of his head, keeping watch over the headless ghost shadow behind him while ensuring that no second ghost appeared at