Yang Jian successfully delivered the red letter to Liu Lao Tai's hands and even managed to take the coffin nail from her grasp. It could be said that the two planned tasks had been perfectly completed.
But then,
something unexpected happened.
Liu Lao Tai, who was already a corpse, abruptly sat up.
The pressure of the grave soil seemed to have become ineffective on her, or perhaps there was too little soil covering her body, insufficient to keep the corpse in slumber.
"What's going on? Has the fierce ghost awakened?" Li Yang's heart skipped a beat as he hastily retreated from the vicinity of the old grave.
Yang Jian stared intently at the corpse of Liu Lao Tai, which kept spewing blood: "Not sure, something unpredictable seems to have happened."
