His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, hitting every object in its path and making all sorts of sharp, piercing impact sounds.
Silence only returned to the storeroom after his body slammed solidly into the wall, sending a large, spiderweb-like pattern of cracks across its surface.
There were no more sounds of objects colliding, nor any shrill roars.
"It's much quieter now."
The Coffin Man, holding a coffin lid, looked at the old house's adopted son, half of his body embedded in the wall. A smile touched the Coffin Man's lips as he said this.
Then he turned to the Bandage Man and said, "Zhang Li, go pull Old Hao's adopted son out and throw him into the ancient coffin for Old Hao to perform a body possession."
The Coffin Man had barely finished speaking when the white bandages on the Bandage Man's body suddenly dropped to the ground. Like venomous snakes, they slithered towards the old house's adopted son, who was stuck in the wall ahead.
