Whoosh!
A cold wind blew past, and the white candles in the mourning hall were instantly extinguished.
The smoldering incense paper in the brazier was swept away by the cold wind. They spiraled upwards like a fire dragon, scattering fiery sparks everywhere.
"Argh!"
The lights in the mourning hall were extinguished, causing the entire mourning hall to fall into darkness. Screams of fear could be heard all around. Those people were almost scared out of their wits.
"Xiao Jin is cruel and killed his father. He is brazen and reckless. I can't die in peace!" An eerie voice rang out from the direction of the coffin. Every word was filled with bitter resentment.
Su Ying stood in place without moving, but her eyes quickly noticed the movements in the darkness.
"Playing tricks."
Su Ying abruptly raised the flashlight in her hand and shone it in the direction of the roof beam.
