Hoo—
Accompanied by a sharp, piercing whistle, a cold wind suddenly swept through the vast, gloomy graveyard.
The already low temperature dropped abruptly once again.
A grayish-white glimmer, visible like mist, gradually emerged in the air.
This was a sign of a high concentration of undead aura.
"Gala Gala..."
The eerie sound of bones rubbing together, amidst the vibration of the ground's dust, emanated from the depths of the soil.
Like sprouts breaking through the earth, bits of dirt and stones rolled off, and a glaring pale white appeared before everyone's eyes.
It took only a few seconds.
Nearly thirty skeletons of various sizes crawled up from the graveyard surrounding the wooden house.
Their deep, hollow eye sockets quietly watched the people at the door.
Even though they were mentally prepared and had experienced many sudden battles before,
Xia Nan still felt his scalp tingle, and a sense of uncertainty gnawed at him.
