Originally, they had planned to pry open the coffin to begin imprisoning the ghost inside.
However, neither Yang Jian nor Zhang Han had expected the coffin, which had been sitting undisturbed in the hall since they entered the village, to open on its own at this moment.
Accompanied by a weak, powerless cough.
The lid of the coffin was being slowly pushed open, and a crack appeared before them.
Through that crack, a bloodless, pale hand was stretched out.
All these signs indicated.
The ghost inside the coffin... was about to come out.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian's face involuntarily tensed up at this moment.
This situation wasn't something he had taken into account; according to his calculations, the ghost inside the coffin was unlikely to come out.
Because earlier, when he tried to open the coffin, the ghost had clung tightly to the lid, preventing him from opening it.
This suggested that the ghost was presumably unwilling to come out.
