The day of mourning had arrived, and danger surged like a tidal wave, catching everyone off guard.
The ghost handler who had been speaking earlier was now lifeless, standing motionless as if transformed into a corpse. He didn't even have time to use his supernatural power before he died.
Clearly.
He had been killed by a ghost.
As for whether he was killed by the eerie infant or some other ghost, no one could be certain.
No one had the luxury of worrying about his life and death at this moment.
Everyone was trying to figure out how to survive the dangers of the day, which could potentially wipe out the entire group. Not even Yang Jian could guarantee he'd make it out alive.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Da Qiang, and Fan Xing.
The four of them, clad in dirty, peculiar mourning clothes, quickly entered the rear hall.
The red coffin remained stationed there, unchanged.
