Someone in the crowd asked in a trembling voice, a hint of hope mixed with unease.

The crowd looked at each other, but no one stepped forward to admit it.

"Could it have been taken by the one inside the coffin? Is he still alive?"

Some people have made bold guesses.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone immediately retorted, "How could that be! You've seen it before, the body was rotten to the core, how could it still make a sound?"

They can't see it, but I see it all clearly.

The tap on the coffin just now wasn't made by anyone present, nor by Niu Hongsheng inside the coffin, but by the bride sitting high on the coffin.

Her hand, hidden beneath her wide sleeves, gently patted the coffin lid, triggering this series of events.

Seeing everyone in a panic, the Taoist priest's face turned ashen, and he shouted hoarsely, "Stay calm, stay calm! Don't let the coffin fall to the ground!"

But these cries seemed so powerless in this moment of spreading fear.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another loud bang resounded, like the knocking of death, completely shattering everyone's mental defenses.

"It's come back to life! Run!"

I don't know who shouted that.

In an instant, the crowd scattered and fled like ants whose nest had been disturbed.

The men carrying the coffin could no longer hold on, and their hands loosened, causing the coffin to crash heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The Taoist priest only glanced at it briefly before turning and running away.

Its speed was so fast that it even surpassed that of the young man who had fled first.

I had been hoping this Taoist priest would save me from this predicament, but I never expected him to be such a coward at this critical moment, running away faster than anyone else.

I seized this brief lull in the chaos and joined the fleeing group.

In my panic, I couldn't help but glance back.

With a wave of her hand, the bride knocked the heavy coffin lid flying.

Then, she leaped into the coffin.