The place where he was now should be a public facility used for the temporary storage of corpses. The sound outside the coffin should come from the guards of this facility.

The guard seemed to be experienced. He called the unusual movements coming from the coffin the "restless person" phenomenon, and spoke to himself rationally and clearly, without showing any panic in the process.

The body he was currently possessed by seemed to be a worker in a mine. The cause of death was falling from a height and his body had serious organic defects.

While talking to the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summarized this useful information, and at the same time further confirmed the idea that his current body was of no use.

After all, even without considering the fact that this body was extremely weak, it would be difficult for him to run around with a deflated head - of course, there were such things as "living dead" in this world, and there seemed to be many skeletal people on Tirian's ship with parts of their heads and hearts missing. But even if they were living dead, they were not people who could move around openly in the city-state, and this did not meet his requirements.

While Duncan was silently thinking in his mind, the old guard outside the coffin never relaxed his tense nerves.

The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointed at the coffin. The herbal powder that had been sprinkled on the ground in advance was now emitting a pale glow. His voice remained calm, but the fingers holding the shotgun had turned slightly white.

He was waiting for the restless person in the coffin to exhaust the last obsession and reason in his soul, waiting for the chattering dead person to gradually become tired and accept the fact of his own death. According to his experience, this usually does not take too long. Under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and powder, it often only takes half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.

Normally, the deceased will gradually become confused during the conversation, and soon will not even remember the words. Normally, the sound in the coffin will become a vague mumbling, and finally a hoarse murmur. Normally...

But why does the person in the coffin seem to be getting more energetic the more he talks? !

"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know this is where the bodies are kept. I mean the location here... You know, I couldn't see the surroundings on the way here.

"How's the weather today? It should be quite cold, right? I think I heard the wind outside. It's not easy to get through a frosty night...

"What time is it now? Have you eaten? Are there other colleagues around you?

"Is there any news in the city recently? I don't remember much about what happened before... By the way, do you know a man named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or historian. He lives on Fireplace Street. A friend of mine knows him very well..."

The old caretaker felt beads of sweat emerging from his forehead. He dared to swear to Bartok that he had never seen such a weird situation in his career for most of his life. A restless corpse, after the requiem ceremony was personally performed by the "gatekeeper" of the Church of Death, and under the powerful soothing effect of lanterns and herbs, did not show any signs of sleeping, but instead became more and more awake like a living person!

This made him think of the disturbing rumors in the city-state recently and the stories about the "return of the dead".

Is there really a loophole in the boundary between life and death set by Bartok, the god of death?

"Sir," the old guard tightened the rifle in his hand, his voice becoming slightly serious, "you've said enough. If I were you, you'd better calm down as soon as possible and go back to sleep honestly - otherwise, you will be in trouble when the sun rises."

Duncan in the coffin thought about it and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep right now... How about you help me open this lid and give me a dose of medicine to calm my nerves and help me sleep?"

"You're overthinking this..."

The old caretaker spoke in a deep voice, but at this moment, a sudden and harsh sound of knocking on the fence gate suddenly came from the entrance of the cemetery, interrupting what he was about to say next.

Why are there visitors at this late hour?

The old guard looked in the direction of the banging sounds in astonishment, only to see several figures in black coats standing under the street lights outside the tall carved fence gate. The light from the gas lamps shone on those people, stretching their shadows very long and creating a glow behind them.

One of the figures raised his hand and displayed something in the light of the street lamp.

It was a triangular metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the god of death.

The old guard's heart moved and he subconsciously looked back at the brand new coffin.

The sounds in the coffin quieted down temporarily.

After a slight hesitation, the old man turned and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

With the sound of loose chains and creaking door hinges, the towering cemetery gate opened.

The old guard raised his head and looked at the figures standing under the street lights with cautious eyes.

Three men and one woman, all wearing thick, black coats and equally thick wide-brimmed hats on their heads, stood silently in the night wind. Their clothes and silent posture reminded people of crows standing beside a tombstone at midnight.

When the old man looked up at the uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the gloomy old gravekeeper. Soon, one of the shorter men took a half step forward, raised the triangular emblem in his hand, and spoke solemnly:

"The peace of death will eventually protect you and me - by order of the city-state church, we are here to take away a dead person who should have just been sent to this cemetery."

"The priest of the God of Death?" The old guard was subconsciously suspicious. He frowned slightly as he looked at the triangular emblem in the other party's hand. "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago. She never mentioned that there would be other priests coming here to take the dead. Besides... it's midnight now. It's not a good time to take the dead."

"Under special circumstances, the deceased needs to be transported to a safer place," said another of the uninvited guests. It was the woman. She was of medium height, with cold and stiff features on her face and thin lips. "Please cooperate. This is a matter of life and death. We cannot delay."

When the old guard heard the other party mention the word "special circumstances", his heart moved. When he thought of the chattering sound in the coffin, he immediately dispelled his doubts.

It seems that the restless person in the coffin is indeed special, and the church has also reacted. Although I don’t know how the priests of the church made their judgment, the professionals have arrived anyway.

The old man didn't like outsiders disturbing his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest holding the emblem of the god of death, there was no need for him to stop him.

He hoped that this trouble tonight would end as soon as possible.

"Come with me," the old man muttered, turning to clear the way to the cemetery, "You've come just in time."

"You've come just in time?" One of the tall and strong men in black was just following them. He was slightly startled when he heard this. "Why do you say that?"

"The corpse has begun to stir. Ha, chattering non-stop. The more it talks, the more excited it becomes. I even suspect that it will cross the first boundary and become an undead. That would be a big trouble. The nearby residents would not like this news," the old guard shook his head. "No one likes the undead, especially the Frost People. It would remind people of the cursed battleship that was full of undead..."

Listening to the old man's mumbling complaints along the way, the four men in black subconsciously exchanged glances, as if a little surprised.

But soon, the woman with thin lips shook her head, indicating that the matter should be handled calmly.

The other three nodded slightly and continued to follow the old guard in silence. The short man who had displayed the church emblem threw the emblem in his hand to the ground.

The emblem fell to the ground silently, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into floating black smoke and dispersed with the wind.

The group quickly passed through the path in the cemetery and arrived at the morgue used to temporarily store the dead.

On the neatly arranged platform, rows of plain coffins lay silent in the night wind. The lanterns that the old guard had hung on the wooden stakes were still burning calmly, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint pale glow.

Seeing that these sealing measures were still working normally, the old guard was obviously relieved. Then he took two steps forward and pointed at the latest coffin: "This is what you are looking for. It was just delivered tonight."

The four men in black exchanged glances. The woman with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of her: "...Is this it..."

"Maybe," Duncan said casually in the coffin, "What do you do?"

The woman's eyes widened slightly, as if she was startled by the sound in the coffin. The other three men were also obviously surprised. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall man couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Something's not right..."

"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to have good hearing and was curious. "Can't you handle it?"

"No, we are here to solve this matter," the woman in black said immediately. She then looked at her three companions, seemed to think it over quickly, and nodded to the old guard, "Next... you need to step aside for a while."