The old man leapt off the black coffin immediately after speaking.
Then, he struggled to push open the coffin beneath him.
As soon as the coffin lid was pushed open, Yang Qingshu instantly smelled a strong stench of blood.
This scent was exactly the same as the one on the villager who had deceived them into lying in the coffin earlier.
Soon after, he saw the old man pull out a bloody, mangled leg from inside the coffin.
Hmm, just like those villagers before, it was all blood and flesh, without a shred of human skin.
Despite Yang Qingshu being nauseated by the stench, the old man seemed unfazed by it.
Yang Qingshu could now confirm that the person who had been gnawing on corpses in the hall earlier was none other than this old man.
He stood at the door observing for a moment longer.
But the old man was engrossed in eating, without the slightest intention of looking up or speaking.
Feeling helpless, Yang Qingshu slowly edged along the wall, moving forward step by step.
