章節 103: Mutated Corpse

"Screeeech, screeeech." The cry of a night hawk in the pitch-dark night stirred apprehension in people's hearts.

On a little muddy road 150 kilometers from the capital, there was a funeral procession team of about 10-20 people braving the drizzle.

The team slowly walked forward, their path dancing with paper money flying all over the sky like snow.

After the procession oppressively treaded a block of road, the rain started growing heavier.

In the dark sky, the cry of a giant bird soaring past pierced their ears.

The people at the front of the funeral procession suddenly stopped when a murder of crows flew toward them head-on, causing people to wave their arms around in panic.

All of a sudden, an icy, pale hand crept out from under the lid of the coffin.

Someone in the procession shrieked.

Then, the coffin clattered onto the ground with a heavy bang.