Xu Qing did not know how long he had slept. When he finally woke up, he felt something outside the coffin calling to him.
The sensation was very mysterious, like a corpse being imbued with a breath of yang energy by a living person, or a long-entombed zombie breathing in a pure gulp of moonlight yin qi after having the coffin lid lifted.
In short, Xu Qing felt a strong, instinctual urge to spring back to life.
After some groping in the cool ghost-faced soil, he reached out and unlocked all twelve latches inside the coffin, then casually pushed the coffin lid.
The next moment, the heavy coffin board seemed as light as a bamboo slat, flying out with a crash and slamming against the wall of the side room.
Under the massive impact, the thick coffin board instantly shattered into pieces, even causing the iron lining inside to fall away.
Dust flew within the room, revealing a ghost-faced 'sand painting' embedded in the soil packed inside the coffin.
