The three members of the Blood Tiger Gang watched as the white-haired man crawled out of the coffin.
The blood-red light shone on his face, and his eyes seemed to emit a strange, eerie glow, making him look sinister and terrifying.
"Ghost!"
These three felt a chill in their hearts and couldn't help but scream out loud.
In the middle of the night, in a graveyard with the wind howling, someone crawling out of a coffin saying you disturbed his sleep, was just too creepy.
Even Zhao Yan, who was held down, shivered uncontrollably, terrified.
Although he had great respect for his master, he did not want his master's ghost to come looking for him.
However, Wang Tong, who had been shivering nonstop, suddenly lost his wits, and, with determination, said, "Master, if you're dead, don't come back!"
He lunged at Qi Yuan with a dagger in his hand.
"Alas, I just wanted to Return to Mortality in peace, why are there always so many people forcing me?" Qi Yuan was very helpless.
