Lord death is now back home novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652

He knew that his life was no longer his own. Whatever Guardian Michael asked him to do, he had to obey. Otherwise, he would be worse than dead.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Patrick Jefferson and a hundred disciples arrived in front of the stone coffin. They saw corpses everywhere on the ground, their blood forming tiny streams. A strong smell of blood hit them in the face. Even though the members of the Ghost Sect were accustomed to life and death, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle at the gruesome scene.

Patrick Jefferson took a deep breath and carefully led his people forward. One step, two steps, three steps... Slowly, they approached the stone coffin. The tomb was eerily quiet, and everything seemed normal. Meanwhile, Guardian Michael was also tense. If there were more traps, if Patrick Jefferson and his people were to die, he didn't know what terrible price would have to be paid to open the stone coffin.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and Patrick Jefferson and his people reached the coffin safely. He gestured to Guardian Michael, signaling that all was well. Relieved, Guardian Michael thought that at least the cannon fodder had some use. He nodded to Patrick Jefferson, who gritted his teeth and said, "Open the stone coffin!"

At his command, the hundred disciples began to work on opening the coffin. Patrick Jefferson stepped back a few paces. Although he had joined the Ghost Sect, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.