"They belong to a type of earth-bound spirit."
"Earth-bound spirit?"
"Indeed." Zhang Mingrui nodded:
"These underworld souls cannot leave this place for some reason, and they become stronger here, naturally, they are not very afraid of the living."
"Daoist!"
A voice called from afar:
"Please come over and look at this thing."
"Alright."
Zhang Mingrui got up.
...
"Magical artifact?"
Gazing at the palm-sized bronze sword slantingly inserted on the coffin lid, Zhang Mingrui's face turned somber. After inspecting the other coffins, his eyes showed shock and anger.
"This tomb cluster, I'm afraid someone is deliberately capturing underworld souls here, using them to cultivate fierce ghosts."
"What?"
"Is such a thing possible?"
"..."
Everyone was startled upon hearing this.
"Everyone, take a look." Zhang Mingrui touched some patterns on the coffin and said:
