Although Jin Batian was also very scared, he still stood up and held the machete in his hand tightly.

When he asked a few men to move the female corpse just now, he had already made a premeditation. He just wanted to know where the slightest sound came from. Last time, because the sound was too sudden, he couldn't determine its source. He was sure that someone must be making trouble and deliberately scaring them. So Jin Batian must find the person who pretended to be a ghost and then kill him.

As Jin Batian thought, when he asked his men to move the corpse, the sound really sounded again.

Jin Batian kept staring at his eyes, raising his ears and listening carefully to the movements in the room. This time he listened carefully, and the voice was clearly coming from a large red coffin.

Damn, they were all useless things to call them all into the house. I had already found the guy who was pretending to be a ghost. Jin Batian yelled at the military advisor sitting on the ground.

The military advisor stood up tremblingly, and wanted to persuade Jin Batian for another sentence, but when he saw his gloomy face, he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He walked straight outside the charity village and called the bandits who had scared away just now into the charity village.

After entering the house, the bandits picked up their weapons again and stood timidly behind Jin Batian. They didn't run away just now, but just stood outside the house and listened to the movements in the house.

Jin Batian first walked carefully towards the mahogany coffin, and the bandits behind him also tightened the weapons in their hands and followed them.

Looking at the mahogany coffin in front of you, the military advisor said nervously: "You are the boss, what do you mean is the person who spoke just now is hiding in this coffin."

Jin Batian said in a deep voice: I heard it carefully just now. It must be the sound coming from this coffin. A few people came over and pried the coffin for me to open it.

The military advisor advised him, "There are dead people in this coffin, if it is opened and a zombie pops up, none of us can escape."

Too bad, how can there be so many zombies? Just open it up for me and curse, and wink at the men behind me.

Of course, those bandits did not dare to disobey his orders. They all knew that their boss was cruel and ruthless, and it was better to die in his hands than to die in the hands of zombies.

Several broad-backed swords trembled into the cracks of the coffin. Several bandits looked at each other, and finally closed their eyes and increased the force in their hands. With a loud bang, the coffin lid was suddenly lifted and fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

Jin Batian tightly held the machete in his hand and looked down at the coffin. However, he saw an old man in his sixties lying in the coffin, with a haggard face, pale and pale, without a trace of blood. He looked like he had been dead for a long time.

The military advisor also took a bold look into the coffin and said in horror: "The boss, this is obviously a dead person, it's not just that he was talking just now."
Chapter completed!