Black Sunflower Race

"Old Brother, you're too awesome. You can still come back to life even after death; even the casket lid can't hold you down!" Jing Haoran murmured to the side.

Though his voice was very low, the surroundings were now completely silent, and his voice had also reached everyone's ears.

All of a sudden, everyone was glaring angrily at him.

Yi, why are you guys glaring at me?

Jing Haoran gave everyone a confused expression.

However, no one was in the mood to pay attention to him now.

The person in the coffin—no matter what it was—was about to come out.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the casket, their hearts beating faster, nervous to the extreme.

Right at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed onto the edge of the coffin.

F***, had he really f****** come back to life?

The lid of the coffin was pushed open, and a man straightened his upper body. He was wearing a long black robe, exuding an air of dominance.