This feeling was very eerie and made Lin Xuan uneasy.
Beside him, Shen Jingqiu also opened her eyes, a serious expression surfacing on her stunning face.
"Did you feel it too?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Yes." Shen Jingqiu looked towards the bronze coffin inside, "Don't act rashly. Once I've recovered, we'll leave immediately."
Lin Xuan handed her a pot of Spiritual Wine to help her recover fully.
Bang!
A loud noise rang out as the bronze coffin cracked open slightly.
Lin Xuan abruptly stood up, feeling an immense fear.
"Don't act rashly!" the Lord of Wine reminded.
"This aura is so dark," Shen Jingqiu frowned, "Could this be the Old Immortal from Netherworld Hall?"
But Lin Xuan sensed an aura similar to that of the Black Robed Man, yet it was slightly different.
Could the engraved words on the ground about 'them' be referring to Netherworld Hall?
Were those people also killed by Netherworld Hall?
But why would he need their skulls?