Chapter 121: Going Home 10

Looking at the woman lying in the coffin, I felt somewhat relieved for her. If it weren't for my master's retention of this ghost matchmaker, she might have directly harmed the living in the future. That was one thing, but what was most important was that the preservation of her flesh would prevent her soul from reincarnating. She would only be able to remain in the Netherworld forever, and after her ghostly lifespan ended, she would descend into the Eighteen Levels of Hell to suffer.

Suddenly, the woman in the coffin opened her eyes and stared fixedly at the sky. Then she sniffed the air as if breathing deeply. Recalling the zombie scene I had witnessed before, I looked up at the sky again. Could it be absorbing the essence of the moonlight?

"Master!" I quickly tugged at my master's sleeve, wanting to tell him what I had just seen.