Chapter 32 The Traveler

On a solitary stormy night, a chill was inevitable amid the loud noises.

Yang Xiaoyun had already opened her eyes early when the fierce wind was howling, Silver Spear in hand, her gaze scanning the surroundings.

Su Mo did not wait for any response, but swept his eyes over the several coffins, then glanced at Yang Xiaoyun.

"It's not them."

Yang Xiaoyun whispered.

"If it were them, they definitely wouldn't make such a preemptive noise."

As he spoke, he flipped to his feet and slightly cupped his fist, saying:

"My sister and I are merely passing by, sought shelter here at Yizhuang due to the sudden storm.

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as the wind ceases and the rain stops, we will leave immediately and will not impose further."

While Su Mo talked, Yang Xiaoyun carefully observed the surroundings, ready to react promptly to any disturbances.

However... nothing happened.

No breathing sounds, no footsteps, no heartbeat... no sound at all.