Although the coffin in this funeral parlor is thin, the lid must weigh sixty or seventy kilograms, yet Chen Fan threw it out so lightly.

There were exclamations outside.

When Xiang Jingshu looked at her intently, Chen Fan's figure had disappeared from her eyes.

A terrible evil spirit rose up, like a storm, filling the funeral parlor.

Bang bang bang...

After several gunshots, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Xiang Jingshu couldn't figure out the situation, so she held a gun in her hand, approached the door, and looked cautiously into the main hall.

But all the gangsters were seen falling to the ground, turning into cold corpses.

Only the bandit leader with a scar on his face sat down on a corpse, breathing heavily with a look of horror and fear on his face.

The gun in his hand had flown to the door and turned into a ball of scrap metal.

Xiang Jingshu looked shocked and unbelievable.

And as wide-eyed as she was in disbelief, it was Jiang Shaolong who was hiding behind the bushes more than thirty meters outside the museum.

His face was pale and his body was trembling.

His body was trembling, he kept shrinking back, his forehead was sweating, and he turned around and ran away.

Unlike Xiang Jingshu, he witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of Chen Fan taking out Scar and others with his overwhelming evil aura within seconds.

It was simply too terrifying and terrifying.
Chapter completed!