He Feng and his wife, Zhou Mei, watched Grandpa Zhang and his son gradually disappear into the distance, their hearts filled with shock.
Even knowing there were ghosts ahead, they had not been afraid. Instead, they had resolutely chosen to fight the vicious ghosts. They were not the Ghost Tamers of legend either, but ordinary people. In terms of physical strength, they were even inferior to the two of them.
And the only reason they did this was because they did not want to see more people die at the hands of vicious ghosts.
Such spirit was worthy of admiration.
"That old man looks to be around eighty. That old man Zhang Zhidong said ghosts had already been causing trouble in this world sixty years ago. That means this old man had already been fighting vicious ghosts when he was around twenty. And I believe there were definitely quite a few people like him. It's just that time passed. That generation from sixty years ago grew old, fell ill, died, and was ultimately forgotten."
He Feng fell silent.
From these scattered stories and clues, he could already sense that chaotic and magnificent era sixty years ago.
"Let's go. We need to get out of here quickly. We can't stay in this residential area. Just one ghost from one coffin nearly killed all of us. If the other coffins open too, the consequences will be unimaginable." Zhou Mei tugged at the dazed He Feng, impatient to leave.
He Feng subconsciously nodded and took his wife's hand, preparing to leave.
But after only a few steps, he stopped again.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Mei asked in surprise.
He Feng hesitated, then gritted his teeth. "You go first. I want to go back and take a look."
"What? Go back? Aren't you afraid of