"Damn it, open your eyes and look properly! That's a living person, for crying out loud. If blood gets on a coffin, something terrible is going to happen!" Huo Yinyang spun around, slapped the kid who had fired the shot, and cursed.
Whether tomb raiders or coffin makers, everyone knew that blood spilling onto a coffin was a terrible taboo, signaling impending misfortune.
In an instant, everyone instinctively stepped back a few paces, their faces consumed by the unease of fear.
Chapter 52