Something sent an old radio into the rear hall, less than ten centimeters from the darkness behind them.
Yet that tiny distance proved that some terrifying supernatural phenomenon had crossed the boundary and successfully invaded the rear hall.
During the vigil, everyone had believed that the area where the coffin was placed in the rear hall was the safest spot.
But now, that was no longer certain.
A chilling voice came from the radio. "You... you're inside, aren't you? Heh... hehehe."
"You must all be in there. Crackle...!"
"Heh, hehehe. I'm coming to find you now."
The old radio kept issuing similar words, like the whispers of a vicious ghost.
"Damn it."
Fan Xing suddenly let out a low roar, like the last breath of resentment swallowed by a corpse before death. Even his appearance changed at that moment—ashen, dull, yet savage and grotesque.
It was as if he had turned into a vicious ghost.
At that roar, the old radio abruptly cracked apart.
As though it had lost the support of supernatural power, it instantly split and shattered into several pieces. Yet among those fragments was only the outer casing of a radio. Its interior was completely empty, containing nothing but several clumps of blackened dirt. There were no electronic components at all.
Under normal circumstances, a radio like this was little more than a model. It could never have received any signal.
"Did he use supernatural power? That low roar was unusual." Yang Jian glanced at him.
It was the first time he had seen Fan Xing display supernatural power.
After the roar, Fan Xing's strange complexion immediately returned to normal.
"Did it work?" someone beside him asked softly.
"I don't know. But I felt that if we didn't act now, that ghost thing might really come looking