"Crack—"
Suddenly, after Cao Xiong had circled the black coffin three times, a faint sound emerged from within it, quieting the crowd instantly. Everyone held their breath, trying to discern if the noise had indeed come from the coffin.
"Crack—"
This time, the sound was louder, and all those surrounding it heard it. Expressions of shock spread across their faces, as they couldn't fathom why such bizarre noises were emanating from the coffin.
Seeing this, Cao Xiong simply pursed his lips and continued to pat the sides of the coffin, his movements growing more hasty and intricate. His pace around the coffin also quickened until he was practically running.
During this process, the noises inside the coffin grew louder, one after another, like rolling thunder, unsettling the onlookers and causing their gazes to dart around in unease.
The two experts maintained their silence, merely observing Cao Xiong, though a subtle change gradually appeared in their eyes.