The whistle sounded again.
This eerie whistle was inaudible to the rest of the people in East Market Street, but Mu Hua could hear it clearly, like the urging call of a death-dealing Evil Ghost, pushing him to hasten his actions.
Soon, the rudimentary form of a Blood Gate was drawn by Mu Hua onto the coffin.
"Hua, stop drawing, they are seeking you with malice..."
"It hurts..."
Mu Hua felt such extreme pain that it was tearing him apart, but he did not know how to describe what he was feeling, only able to repeatedly cry out "It hurts!"
Unable to bear the pain, he could only continue drawing the door; using his Finger Blood, he drew an eye on the left and right side of the door, after which a series of sighs came from the coffin.
Then, from the originally empty wooden coffin, dozens of iron chains as thick as fingers sprouted, lashing toward Mu Hua's back.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
