The moment Yan Junze caught a glimpse of Ye Zhennan's soul, he immediately diverted his gaze and stopped staring at her.
He vividly remembered the Yin Yang Master Lin Yishan's advice, not to stare at this woman's face, especially her tongue.
It seemed that after death, Ye Zhennan was very dissatisfied with her own appearance, which is why staring at her had become taboo.
Although it was just a fleeting glance and he quickly shifted his gaze, Yan Junze still vaguely saw the woman's face, particularly the area around her lips, which was quite conspicuous.
A soft, limpy thing was dangling down from her lips to her chin, clearly her elongated tongue.
"How am I going to get down?" Yan Junze quickly pondered in his mind.
Now Ye Zhennan was blocking the doorway without moving, her stance was exceedingly abnormal, her shoulders uneven, emanating an inexplicable creepiness. Gradually, the room housing the coffin filled with an increasingly chilling atmosphere.
