Inside the coffin lay two white skeletons, and aside from them—nothing else.
Boss Gu stared blankly into the coffin, stunned and speechless.
Yin Dang, however, had no time to care about him. His eyes fixed on the two skeletons, and a chill crept up his spine. He immediately turned to the half-ghost beside him.
“Where’s the other hundred-year-old ghost?” he asked sharply.
The half-ghost shook his translucent head. “I don’t know. It seemed only one ghost was controlling me.”
“Damn it, what a mess,” Yin Dang muttered, scratching his head in frustration. “So this was actually a couple’s tomb. The one we destroyed was the husband… and now who knows where the wife’s ghost went.”
Master Kuxu glanced at the twin skeletons in the coffin, his expression grave. The young disciple beside him loo
