Bab 442: Chapter 379: The Pocket

The situation had become very clear now: the Wuma Haoming in front of them was an impostor—the real Wuma Haoming had already died, buried alive by a ghost into a coffin.

When its identity was exposed, the ghost before them no longer bothered to disguise itself. The face that belonged to Wuma Haoming began to rot little by little, its lips fell off, revealing ugly and horrifying gums, its eyeballs dropped out of the sockets, and the foul-smelling pus mixed with decaying flesh. In just an instant, it transformed from a "living person" to a ghost. Mi Shu's mouth was agape, her mind unable to process what had happened.