As a finger descended, Beiyu Ye stopped moving, an elderly stiff face faintly revealed from beneath Beiyu Ye's skin, and the world's timeline instantly came to a halt.
The domain of the Startled Ghost Mask became unstable, countless blue-gray mists surged from all directions, deep in the fog as if stirred by some force, the mist roiled violently, followed by a mournful procession bursting out from within, countless joss paper money fell from the sky, like a vast snowstorm.
A group of fierce ghosts dressed in paper costumes strode without looking aside, their steps rigid yet incredibly swift, carrying behind them a Big Red Coffin that Yang Xiao recognized all too well.
The funeral procession charged directly toward Beiyu Ye, reaching him in the blink of an eye, then, under Yang Xiao's expectant gaze, the Big Red Coffin ruthlessly crashed into Beiyu Ye's body.
