The black coffin before him made Yang Jian wary. This thing was like opening a mystery box—you could never know just how terrifying the vicious ghost lying inside might be.
The Ghost Messenger before, the Ghost Lake later—both had once been sealed inside black coffins.
And this was the third coffin.
This kind of coffin should be a paranormal artifact from the Republican Era. It can be made. There was a Coffin Shop on Ghost Street in Taiping Ancient Town before, and the coffins inside were exactly like this one, Yang Jian thought.
He was in no hurry. Instead, he circled the coffin and examined it.
There were signs that the coffin had been opened, as the gap along its side did not quite fit together. Moreover, dull thumping sounds could faintly be heard from within.
The sounds came and went without any pattern, yet in such an environment, they sent chills down one's spine.
This was a haunted house.
It was a place for storing coffins and imprisoning vicious ghosts, completely cut off from the outside world. Although a little yellow-mud path had been left behind, ordinary people could never possibly find this place. Only a Ghost Tamer like Liu San, who could send paper effigies searching all over the mountains, could find the correct path here.
And a haunted house that did not wish to be discovered naturally possessed horrors sufficient to drive people into despair.
"But why was the coffin placed on the second floor? Why not the first?"
Yang Jian did not rush to open the coffin. He frowned, doubt rising within him.
This was highly abnormal.
Whether it had been the Ghost Messenger's coffin, the Ghost Lake's coffin, or the old man from the ancient house's red coffin, they had all been placed on the