"Ah... mmm!"
Just as Tan Wenbin was about to scream, a hand covered his mouth, forcibly stifling it.
He widened his eyes, staring in horror at the old face in front of him.
The old man smiled, ready to say something, but noticed the young man twisting his arms and entwining his legs, using his waist to exert force and turn in momentum.
"Huh?"
The old man let out a sound of surprise, seemingly recognizing it as a grappling technique meant to deal with a 'corpse.'
"Huh?"
Tan Wenbin was utterly shocked because he found himself grabbing at nothing, as if the old man had no physical substance, yet his mouth was undeniably being held.
"Young man, I'll let you go, but don't make a fuss. I'm old, and I can't stand loud noises."
Tan Wenbin nodded.
The old man removed his hand from Tan Wenbin's mouth.
"Yuanzi, Run Sheng, there's a ghost!"
"Hehehe."
The old man chuckled, got up, and climbed out of the coffin where Tan Wenbin was.
"Yuanzi, Run Sheng!"
