chapter 45 No one left

In the dilapidated ancestral home, in the dark night, in front of the ruined hall, a dozen coffins were arranged in a staggered manner.

The gentle night breeze blew, and the wood chips swirled and rustled.

In the silence, there were sounds of ghosts howling.

Nine people lay quietly in the coffins and on the boards.

The breathing was light, no one spoke, no one moved, like the living dead.

Silence, silence, and the nine people's breathing was so light.

It...