Ding Fan's lips slowly curled into an arc, a sharp gleam shot from his eyes as he paused his speech and slowly addressed the crowd:
"Everyone, let's see who really dared to intrude into the coffin!"
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, a piercing glance flickered in everyone's eyes as they focused on the coffin.
The short man slumped inside the coffin was filled with a look of terror, as blood slowly seeped from his body, his eyes full of helplessness.
The short man gingerly moved his body, slowly standing up from the ground, casting a hesitant gaze outside the coffin.
After a brief contemplation, the short man scrambled out of the coffin, Ding Fan squinted slightly at this scene, a sharp glint slowly gathering in his eyes, an indescribable feeling slowly solidifying on his body.
The crowd, upon seeing this, immediately fixed their gaze on the short man's body, pupils shrinking in intensity.
