“This isn’t right. This isn’t right! You’re already dead!”0

Lu Hui suddenly came back to his senses and let out a furious roar. Astral qi washed out of his body as he eyes grew bloodshot. “Who the fuck is pretending to be my family and making me hear all these? Show yourself!”0

Lu Hui abruptly turned around and looked behind him, but neither his father, mother and brother were there. There was only the fog.0

Ding ding dong dong chiang chiang bam!0

Suddenly, the familiar noise of instruments came from the fog. A bunch of imps stepped into the open. Some of them were beating the drum, some were hitting the gong, and some were dancing a strange dance that Lu Hui didn’t recognize.1

Behind the imps were another group of imps, but these ones were blue-faced, long-fanged, and extremely muscular. They were carrying a coffin that was much bigger than your usual coffin, and it was constantly changing shape as if it was made of fog.0

When Lu Hui looked at the coffin, many faces suddenly appeared on its surface. They were all wearing a wide, contorted grin on their faces, but he still recognized...0