Yuan Muye was now making his arrangements for a retreat, just in case.

If he couldn't win, he could always run!

With the basic decisions made.

Yuan Muye stood next to the coffin. Before acting, he said to Yuan Xiaoyao, "You should go back first. I'm afraid I'll forget you when I run later."

Yuan Xiaoyao was stunned for a few seconds.

Sometimes she felt Yuan Muye was unreliable, and sometimes she felt he was very reliable.

After Yuan Muye said these words, he didn't hesitate at all and quickly started to act. His hands climbed onto the edge of the coffin again, and the *zhenqi* (internal energy) in his body was released little by little, quickly spreading around.

As the *zhenqi* spread, the coffin lid was directly blown off.

With a "bang," the coffin lid fell heavily on the ground.

But at the same time, another tearing scream rang out, and then Yuan Muye felt a heavy pressure.

This pressure weighed on Yuan Muye, making him unable to bear it at all.

He took a few steps back.

At this time, Yuan Muye's expression changed, and he suddenly realized that he might have kicked a steel plate today. But no matter what today,

Yuan Muye didn't intend to retreat immediately.

He decided to see what was in the coffin first.

Yuan Muye had already retreated to the previous entrance at this time. The reason for doing this, of course, was to have a way to advance or retreat.

Time passed by, and *yinqi* (ghostly energy) spread throughout the space.

But even so, the *yinqi* here, to Yuan Muye, was not as oppressive as that released by the main temple in Miao Wang Street.

That was the real sense of oppression, so oppressive that Yuan Muye himself was about to vomit blood.

"Brother, the *yinqi* is so strong!"

"Isn't such strong *yinqi* good for you? Hurry up and absorb the *yinqi* here."

Yuan Muye reminded Yuan Xiaoyao.

Evil ghosts can, of course, look for opportunities to improve their strength in environments with heavy *yinqi*.

Yuan Xiaoyao agreed quickly after hearing what Yuan Muye said, "Okay."

After about a minute, a hand slowly reached out from the coffin. Just looking at this hand, it was no different from a living person's, flawless white jade.

It looked very tender and white.

It was even somewhat substantial.

An evil ghost that could reach this stage should be very strong.

At this time, there were still many corpses of paranormal investigators next to the coffin. These people were at least of Iron Soul level.

Absorbing the souls of these people was definitely more effective than absorbing the souls of ordinary people.

That was why this evil ghost's strength could be improved so quickly.

"Hehe..."

A cold laugh rang out.

It was completely different from the previous violent scream.

This scream seemed to carry some excitement.

Yuan Muye was still standing still, ready to respond at any time.

"I didn't expect another one who isn't afraid of death to come. You are also a paranormal investigator, right? Just right, I can enjoy myself!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a white silk flew directly towards Yuan Muye. The speed of the white silk was very fast, and it reached Yuan Muye's eyes in the blink of an eye. Yuan Muye didn't hesitate at this time and quickly dodged.

The white silk hit the wall next to him, and the wall was directly broken into a pit.

After this pit appeared, Yuan Muye's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect this guy to be so strong.

The white silk quickly retracted.

Then it came towards Yuan Muye again.

Yuan Muye dodged again, but soon several white silks came one after another.

When Yuan Muye discovered this situation, he drew out the Big Fish Sword.

The Big Fish Sword was still very sharp. He slashed several times in a row, and *zhenqi* bloomed wantonly, directly shattering the white silks.

But the shattered white silks quickly recovered and came to Yuan Muye again.

This white silk was obviously condensed from *yinqi*.

Yuan Muye knew that the *yinqi* here was very heavy, and even this coffin was a bit evil.

In the current situation, Yuan Muye could only approach the coffin.

He didn't delay and started to go towards the coffin.

But he was quickly stopped again.

At this time, Yuan Muye took a few steps back and began to use the Lion's Roar, but when the Lion's Roar was used, it had no effect at all in the face of such a strong evil ghost.

Yuan Muye's face turned pale.

He thought to himself that the power of this Lion's Roar was, at most, to kill a first-level evil ghost.

Too weak, too weak...

Yuan Muye was very dissatisfied in his heart.

At the same time, he thought that it was a very wise choice for him to let everyone retreat earlier.

Otherwise, if this evil ghost took action, he didn't know how many people would die.

The evil ghost continued to control the white silk, while Yuan Muye dealt with the evil ghost.

And starting this time, Yuan Muye cut off the white silk and went towards the coffin before the white silk could heal. When he got close to the coffin, Yuan Muye slapped the coffin with his palm.

The majestic *zhenqi* released from his body directly moved the coffin's position.

In this instant, all the white silks retracted.

And wrapped the coffin.

Yuan Muye also got a chance to breathe at this time.

His face turned pale, and he quickly condensed the *yinqi* on his body.

After fighting for so long, Yuan Muye suddenly realized that he still didn't know what this evil ghost looked like?

He could only judge from the evil ghost's voice that it was a female evil ghost.

Female evil ghosts were not so easy to deal with.

Time passed by, and Yuan Muye didn't dare to relax his attention at all.

Staring at the coffin, after waiting for a while, the coffin, which had been motionless, began to rotate again.

And the entire coffin began to float in the air, impacting Yuan Muye at a very fast speed.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Muye didn't hesitate at all and quickly dodged.

But this coffin seemed to have eyes and followed Yuan Muye closely.

Continuously putting pressure on Yuan Muye...

Forcing Yuan Muye to keep dodging.

After dodging several times, Yuan Muye finally stopped dodging.

He knew that dodging like this was not a solution. He could only take on this coffin head-on.

If he was really sure that he was not the opponent of the evil ghost in this coffin, then Yuan Muye would definitely not hesitate at all.

He would run away on the spot.

After thinking about it simply, Yuan Muye began to act.

This time, Yuan Muye stood still.

The coffin soon arrived, and Yuan Muye slapped it out with a palm, releasing majestic *zhenqi*.

Directly blocking the coffin's attack.

A stalemate quickly formed between the two sides.

It was difficult to change it any further.

But at this time, Yuan Muye gradually had some confidence in his heart. It seemed that the evil ghost existing in this coffin was not absolutely crushing him in strength.

In the current situation, he could still handle it himself.

After Yuan Muye gained confidence, he suddenly slapped the top of the coffin again with another palm.

With a "bang."

The coffin suddenly fell heavily to the ground.

Even the *yinqi* seemed to be suppressed at this moment...