The Person Good at Digging Tunnels

Nan Zheng was startled when the red light suddenly appeared. What was happening next made her feel even more terrified.

A faint energy came out from the bottom of the godly statue, soon enshrouding the entire ruined temple.

The silver bells on her body quivered when not being blown by any wind, giving off a crisp ringing sound.

Who was administering the tribal magic? And how come it was so powerful?

What worried Nan Zheng the most was that the ringing sound of the bells might disturb the Great Grandmaster in the black coffin. What would happen if the Great Grandmaster got upset at her?

Squeak!!!

The lid of the black coffin was slowly moved aside, exposing a small crack.

Nan Zheng had almost fainted as she turned around.

She unexpectedly saw a person in front of the black coffin.

He was a little boy, wearing a jacket and a bun on his head. He was skinny with a pale face.