The sounds of footsteps echoed from outside the temple, and Lin Jiang saw a group of townsfolk holding torches.
Their expressions were numb, their figures stiff, moving toward this place like marionettes on strings.
Even she was startled by this scene, but as she quickly turned around, she saw Su Ming'an walking toward that coffin.
"—What exactly are you trying to do? Do you want to drag us down with you again?" she yelled, with the blood-colored pattern marks on her body flashing continuously.
"Don't overestimate yourself," Su Ming'an said, before he lifted the lid of the coffin and lay down inside it.
"…" Lin Jiang stared blankly as this person nonchalantly picked a coffin to climb into.
…What was he doing? Digging his own grave?
