Every eye turned to the coffin.

"Knock-knock-knock... knock-knock-knock..."

The color drained from every face.

The knocking really was coming from inside the coffin.

Knocking from inside a coffin, in the dead of night. It was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.

The soldiers guarding the coffin backed away several steps in fright, white-faced.

The man in that coffin might be the Prince Regent of the Great Xuan, the man they revered.

But ghosts don't care what kind of prince you are. Fear is human instinct.

Never mind them. Even Feng Qizheng, rough customer that he was, went pale.

Of everyone there, only Yuan Long, Lei An and Xiao Yanxi stayed calm.

Yuan Long and Lei An exchanged a look, then hurried over and opened the lid.

Ning Chen was glaring, his eyes wide with fury.

He'd nearly suffocated in there.

"Don't just stand there, help me up."

Yuan Long and Lei An hurried to help him sit up.

The moment Ning Chen sat up, everyone felt a chill shoot from the base of the spine to the back of the skull, and they couldn't help shuddering.

Was this... a corpse sitting up?

"Damn... Ning Chen's corpse just sat up!"

Feng Qizheng let out a howl that made everyone jump.

Ning Chen had no time for Feng Qizheng. He glared at Yuan Long and beckoned him over.

Yuan Long leaned in without thinking.

Ning Chen smacked him on the head. "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

Lei An quietly backed off a few steps, enjoying this a little.

Yuan Long clutched his head, aggrieved. "My lord prince told me to wait for your signal!"

"Uh... I guess I did say that. I was half asleep!"

He'd fallen asleep in the coffin. It wasn't lack of air that woke him, since the coffin had airholes. It was hunger. He hadn't eaten all day.

Everyone around him stared, wide-eyed.

Did ghosts talk?

Did ghosts hit people?

Pan Yucheng hurried over and stared at Ning Chen, overcome. "You... you're not dead?"

Ning Chen shrugged. "I'm dead. I just couldn't stop worrying about you guys,…