Yang Cheng's heart suddenly trembled. He activated his X-ray Vision and looked towards that place, but it seemed as if a layer of mist had covered his eyes, rendering everything unclear.
"No matter what, let's start digging!"
He muttered to himself, immediately took a folding shovel from his backpack, squatted on the ground, drew a cross, and began to dig.
The ground of the funeral home was poured with concrete, but under the reinforcement of his True Qi, the shovel broke through the ground as easily as slicing through tofu.
Suddenly, his gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at the soil beneath his feet. He could vaguely sense something slowly wriggling underneath, emanating strong Yin Qi.
The surroundings were completely silent. Previously, Yang Cheng had never felt fear, even when facing the strongest opponents, but at this moment the chilling aura made his hair stand on end, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
