"Take your coffin and get the hell out of here!"
The driver's face turned red and his neck bulged. Eyes wide, he shouted at the two men.
The two men lifted their heads, their faces deathly pale and blank, standing motionless.
"You don't understand what I'm saying?"
The driver glared, clearly furious at their attitude.
They obviously didn't take him seriously at all!
"Kill him."
A chilling voice came from inside the coffin.
At that exact moment—
The black-robed man at the front reached out with one hand. His pale finger pierced right through the driver's throat, blood pooled on the ground.
He yanked the driver backward, and the 1.5-meter-long coffin snapped open and shut, swallowing the driver whole.
Inside, a series of sounds that made one's teeth ache echoed out.
Bryce Gu, sitting in his seat, watched coldly.
"Bryce Gu, it's been a long time. Aren't you going to say hello?"
Soon, the two black-robed men carried the coffin onto the bus.
"What the hell—did that coffin just talk?"
Shawn Shi swallowed hard, scared out of his wits.
Evan Lin glanced over. Black mist swirled around the coffin, radiating a chilling aura.
"It's you... You're not dead?"
Bryce Gu narrowed his eyes. "Ghost Adept?"