Just as Yang Jian was about to lead his team to evacuate Ning'an Building.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Outside the ancient mansion in Dadong City.
Wang Chaling and Li Jun had already passed through the iron gate and entered the premises of the mansion. However, they didn't venture inside immediately; rushing in recklessly would be foolish. Instead, they began discussing and observing the surroundings carefully.
"So this is your Wang Family's ancient mansion? What's the deal with those coffins at the entrance? Are they holding ghosts? Doesn't seem like it. If they were, the place would've been uninhabitable by now."
Li Jun's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been scorched—it was grating, strange, and unsettling, hard for anyone to get used to.
His eyes lingered on the coffins scattered throughout the courtyard, some old, some new.
The sheer number of coffins in such a place was something no one could afford to ignore.
"The coffins contain the dead members of my Wang Family."
