An old, decrepit radio was brought into the back hall by some unknown force, not even ten centimeters away from the darkness behind it.
But even such a short distance was enough to prove that a certain horrifying supernatural phenomenon had crossed the boundary and successfully invaded the back hall.
During the night watch, everyone believed that the spot in the back hall where the coffin was placed was the safest.
But now, that might not be true anymore.
From the radio came a chilling voice: "You, you're in there, aren't you? Heh, hehehe..."
"You must all be in there… sshhh~!"
"Heh, hehehe, I'm coming to find you now."
The old radio kept spouting similar phrases, like a vengeful ghost whispering softly.
"Damn it."
Fan Xing let out a low roar, a sound akin to the dying breath of an enraged corpse. In that moment, even his appearance seemed to change—ashen, dim, yet sinisterly horrifying.
It felt as if he had turned into a ghost himself at that moment.
