As the sound echoed, the coffins in the side rooms suddenly began to tremble as if something inside was trying to break out.
Swish, swish, swish, figures flew out from the main hall.
They surrounded Lu Ming, protecting him in the center, cautiously eyeing their surroundings.
Meanwhile, Ning Xiyin, standing on the rooftop and looking around, noticed that the coffins in the side rooms indeed opened, and corpses were crawling out from inside.
These corpses had their mouths and noses destroyed, their eyes unable to see, and their ears blocked by scars.
All five senses were lost, yet somehow they knew the whereabouts of Lu Ming and the others.
They started heading towards their location.
Their pace wasn't fast at all.
However, under the pouring rain, the sight of a group of faceless, stumbling corpses coming towards them was...
The oppressive feeling was still enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Lu Ming shouted lightly:
"Slay!!"
