With the arrival of Condolence Day, danger surged in like a tide, catching everyone off guard.
The Ghost Tamer who had been speaking moments ago was already breathless, standing motionless where he was like a corpse. He had died before he even had the chance to use his supernatural power.
Obviously.
He had been killed by a ghost.
As for whether that strange infant had killed him, or whether it had been another ghost, no one could be sure.
Because no one had the time to care about whether he was dead or alive.
Everyone was trying to deal with today's danger. There was a chance they would all be wiped out here today. Even Yang Jian could not guarantee that he would make it out alive.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Da Qiang, and Fan Xing.
The four of them, dressed in filthy, old-fashioned, bizarre mourning clothes, quickly entered the rear hall.
The Red Coffin was still sitting there, without anything unusual happening to it.
But at some point today, the back door had closed. It seemed as though the wind had blown it shut, or perhaps some rule of the old house had been triggered. The back door could not be opened today, cutting off everyone's escape route.
"That person died just now. Did you see him when you came over?"
"I saw him. His death was strange. Did that infant do it?"
"I don't know. In any case, the old house is extremely dangerous right now. Any little disturbance could be fatal. Now that the back door has shut, I'm afraid we'll have to stay here for the entire day."
The people in the rear hall gathered around the Red Coffin and spoke in low voices.
From beginning to end, they were draped in filthy, foul-smelling white cloth,