The danger of Condolence Day had exceeded all imagination.
The ghosts had ignored some of the old house's restrictions and surged straight inside. If they had not carried the red coffin from the rear hall into the main hall, they probably would not even have had a place to stand in the end.
Sure enough, the old man's corpse inside the red coffin had undergone some unexpected and terrifying change. The instant the lid was opened, it sat upright. Just days ago, the corpse had shown no reaction whatsoever.
Besides that.
The old man's wrinkled face no longer bore its previous peaceful expression. Instead, it looked stern and vicious.
That subtle change in expression appearing on a dead man's face was indescribably chilling.
But the good news was that the old man's corpse had appeared and maintained the balance of Condolence Day.
The ghosts stopped moving.
The supernatural invasion of the old house also stopped.
Wearing filthy, foul-smelling mourning clothes, everyone had barely managed to preserve their lives and avoid being killed by the vicious ghosts.
Less than five meters of space remained in the rear hall. The vicious ghosts ahead were close enough to see clearly.
They were not moving.
Yet the oppressive feeling was enough to make people suffocate.
"The situation has improved."
"The old man in the coffin and the vicious ghosts invading the main hall have reached some kind of balance, causing most of the ghosts to stop moving."
"Does that really mean we're safe?"
Fan Xing, Li Yang, and Da Qiang all pondered this inwardly. They did not dare make a sound. Earlier, Da Qiang had merely spoken one sentence before being targeted by a ghost. If not for the protection of the mourning clothes, he would already be dead.
But Yang Jian's judgment was