"Clang!"
As a coffin was dug up from the graveyard, Chen Yu instantly threw aside his military shovel, took a step forward, grabbed one "ear" of the coffin with both hands, and pulled hard.
"Thud—"
The solid coffin heavily hit the ground.
Dust filled the air.
Covering his nose and mouth, Chen waved his hands casually to disperse the dust and then eagerly lifted the coffin lid, looking inside with excitement.
Then, his face fell.
Inside the large brown coffin, it was completely empty.
In the middle, there was only a piece of yellow paper.
It had the words "***'s spirit" written on it.
"Is this damn thing a fake?!"
With a sour face, Chen looked back at the Husky.
The Husky still stared at him, unblinking.
Chen, "Did this guy go out or something? When will he be back?"
Husky, "..."
"Bang!"
Chen closed the lid unhappily and walked to another grave, picking up the military shovel to start digging fiercely.
Being a Transcendent was an extremely dangerous job.
