"Ow…"
"You stepped on…"
"Fuck! Are your eyes fucking…"
"Brother Wu, why'd you pick such a goddamn place, is the light broken…"
A group of five people entered, moving forward from the door, noises of rustling continuously emerging.
The person in the lead sensed something was wrong, turned around, and faced a fierce gust of wind sweeping towards him.
"Who the fuck are you? I…"
Everyone spoke only half a sentence.
Not a single person completed a sentence.
From the entrance to where Ma Wu was, the five men collapsed onto the ground like hemp sacks, limp and motionless.
Everything happened in an instant.
From atop the high coffin, Xie Chenmin, who witnessed it all, looked around and silently lowered his hand that he wanted to clap.
How frustrated he had been before,
that's how relieved he felt now.
Xie Chenmin thought: Clinging onto Sister Wan's coattails was definitely the wisest thing he did in the past 16 years.
Without a doubt.
"Sis, what do we do now?"
