"Returning to Fengdu, the walk to the afterlife, entering bliss."
Li Zhiyuan tilted his head back, finishing the underworld journey, then said to Yin Meng beside him, "Bow."
Yin Meng immediately kowtowed to the river.
The ceremony ended.
Wind rose on the riverbank, and even ordinary people could sense the eerie chill of it.
The next moment, the coffin that seemed reluctant to leave the world of the living finally drifted away from the shore, heading into the depths of the river.
Tan Wenbin watched carefully, and it seemed he discovered something. He covered his mouth with one hand to stifle a scream while hitting Run Sheng's arm with the other hand.
Run Sheng understood Wen Bin's intention. He also saw it, the four shadows emerging under the water beneath the coffin.
The shadows grew more substantial, and as the coffin gradually lifted off the water, they transformed into four ghostly entities, solid as they were sinister, lifting the coffin and moving further down the river.
