"Who are you? Why hide in the shadows?" Lin Feng spoke as if facing a great enemy, his expression grave.
"I have never hidden!" The voice sounded again, and this time Lin Feng could clearly hear it coming from somewhere.
He looked to the left and saw a human head emerge from the rock wall.
Crack, crack.
Then.
A sound like bones grinding against each other emerged.
A figure, emaciated like wood and resembling a Fierce Ghost, stepped out from the rock wall.
His body seemed to merge with the rock wall.
Now leaving the wall, he seemed a bit unaccustomed, his body slightly swaying as if he might fall at any moment.
But Lin Feng dared not underestimate such a mysterious being.
For he did not know how many thousands of years this being had lived.
"Who are you?" Lin Feng asked.
"The one who guards the Blue Stone Coffin," the figure, dry as a Fierce Ghost, responded.
