Just as Yang Xiao was staring at the painting, still not recovered from his shock, the funeral procession suddenly changed direction, heading straight for him. At that moment, Yang Xiao felt as if his body were frozen in ice, unable to move, he could only watch with wide eyes as Master Feng and the others approached.
Their faces grew increasingly ferocious, mouths stretching wider and wider, revealing their hideous gums, and the sight of their stark white teeth was enough to set one's heart racing.
"Move, move! Quick, move!"
Yang Xiao desperately tried to command his limbs, seeing the funeral procession bearing down on him, he had no doubt that they would seize him and throw him into a coffin.
Finally, in the last moment, Yang Xiao's arm regained some sensation, and he shut the door with a sweep. But in the next second, his eyes flew wide open.
"Huff—"
"Huff—"