The sky was heavy with gloom, the clouds pressing low.
What began as a fine mist had transformed into rain, each droplet the size of a bean.
The rain pattered onto Lu Xun's bamboo hat, causing clear splashes.
Of course, the loudest sound in the forest emanated from the coffin.
"Such a powerful waking force." Lu Xun's expression grew serious.
The zombie's howling could carry through the dense forest, likely even scaring Mo Guanji beyond its borders.
The coffin lid... it really couldn't hold it any longer!
He was now very clear that given the disparity of power between him and the enemy, even if he were to turn tail and run, there just wasn't enough time.
The black cord on the sword sheath was lightly hooked around Lu Xun's finger, as if it was asking for forgiveness, almost pleading, "Please, please, don't be angry with me."
Lu Xun was very aware that his utmost priority in the situation was to remain calm.
Seeing as the problem had surfaced, the next step was to solve it.
