Capítulo 170: Soul Dispersing

"Cursed Ghost Slayer?"

Although Bai Zheng was not very familiar with the Daoist Sect, but hearing the curse the white-browed old man chanted, for some reason, Bai Zheng felt a wave of unease in her heart.

At this time, Zheng Yan's coffin was lifted, and the robust man who was crushed to death was moved out.

It was unknown who took out a long, bloodstained grass rope, but two Daoists walked out from the encirclement. Each of them held onto one end of the rope, and pulled it tightly, bouncing along the side of Zheng Yan's coffin little by little, leaving behind bloodstains.

As the blood imprints on the coffin increased, looking from far away, it was as if Zheng Yan's coffin was being tied up by a assortment of people, which was extremely shocking.

The sound of the wind only gradually stopped for a while. Along with the Daoist Priest's increasingly consistent movements, it once again rolled back, and this time it was even more violent than before.