The mummy moved slightly, trying to step out.
But just as he took a step, he felt a very sharp dagger at his neck.
Oddly enough, despite being a mummy, he retreated painfully.
The mummy seemed to have an instinct.
This was simply impossible.
Compared to before, the dagger had noticeably loosened.
The mummy slowly opened his eyes, and within them, there were pupils.
It seemed not that dry anymore.
"Alas."
The mummy let out a long sigh, as if speaking.
With that sigh, the surrounding people all knelt down.
The ancestors of the Dragon family, tormented by pain and devoid of reason, saw the mummy and knelt in order, showing respect despite their agony they wanted to tear at their bodies, yet remained respectful before the mummy.
The mummy leaned against the coffin and moved no more.
Like he had fallen asleep.
The previous silence restored.
The ancestors inside also returned to their former selves, screaming and wandering about.
