Son of Fate
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Liu Fang and Wang Jiangang were consumed with terror, and so they quickly took off running into the forest.
Han Sen stood firm, coldly looking at the hand. He may have encountered ghostly-looking creatures before, but he did not believe that genuine spirits-of-the-deceased ghosts actually existed.
The figure's hand burned hot with a lifeforce. If it was a ghost, how could there be a lifeforce?
Pat!
The pale hand swung to the lid of the coffin and sent it flying away. A humanoid body then stood up from inside the coffin.
The person was slender like a skeleton, and was two meters tall; an average human height.
But the person was so gaunt, they were little more than skin and bones.
The skin was discolored, with a greenish hue. He was pale, and it was difficult to determine whether or not blood pumped inside his body. The eyes of the person were pitch black, and the hair was grey and long; long enough to brush the ground.