"Ah—"
The Big-headed Boy let out a scream, sitting abruptly on the coffin lid, his eyes wide open, face pale, so scared that his soul almost flew out of him at that moment.
The Nineteenth Ancestor also felt chills all over.
Even the Nine Calamities Corpse Emperor felt a sense of trepidation at this moment.
It was just a laugh.
"Interesting…"
Ye Yun, observing the scene from the side, couldn't help but smile.
Leng Youyue glared downward, exclaiming in shock, "Is there someone in this coffin? Why can't I sense anything?"
"There probably is, otherwise why would there be laughter?"
Ye Yun smiled coolly.
"What did you discover, Ye Yun?"
Leng Youyue snapped out of it and quickly asked.
"Nothing."
Ye Yun took a sip from his wine glass, then gazed towards the silver coffin and black coffin behind him, his eyes growing deep.
Whoosh!
