Chapter 33 Yin Mountain Ghost Lord

Rain threads linger outside the window, within the hall of Yizhuang, silence reigns.

But at this moment, the coffin the Luoxing Sect sister was leaning on suddenly moved.

Silently, as if someone inside the coffin was pushing, the lid of the coffin inexplicably cracked open a sliver.

Following that, a dry, withered hand emerged from within the gap.

The hand was a ghastly greenish-black, as if it belonged to a desiccated corpse, its long, curved nails faintly emitting a cold, bluish gleam.

As its fingers spread, they slowly reached out for the young girl's neck.

The girl remained blissfully unaware, with her senior brother only on the alert for the living, never considering the possibility of something emerging from the coffin behind them, completely oblivious to what was transpiring at their backs.

Just as the girl's throat was about to be grasped by that hand...

A flash of silver light suddenly illuminated the void!