The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1337

Cough cough…

A slightly weak cough came into his ears. Coupled with the stooped figure that was slowly sitting up, if one ignored the surroundings, it was they were looking at the uncle next door who was infected with a cold. But in fact, when they saw the figure sitting up, they could only feel a chill on their backs.

The corpse in the coffin had really come back to life, and it slowly sat up in front of everyone. This time, they had seen countless zombies in Three Sages Mountain. Those zombies were dried up, and their skin was oozing disgusting red. If their bodies were torn or cut off, they would only look more horrible and ferocious.

Logically speaking, after seeing an even more terrifying scene, the only thing they saw was the resurrection of a zombie. It shouldn’t have caused any reaction. But the problem was that as the zombie sat up, everyone’s expressions changed repeatedly.

To put it more accurately, their faces turned white layer by layer. Even the hair on the neck of the Little Candy and the golden-armored Blood Blade Leopard exploded at this moment.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they bent down and growled at the figure on the coffin.

In the crowd, only Caspian gradually frowned. He turned his head to look at the statue behind him in confusion. Then, he looked at the figure that had already stood up and sat on the coffin facing the crowd, coughing uncontrollably. His brows immediately knitted together.

If the guy who crawled out of the coffin was the emperor mentioned by the Nation Master, then wasn’t there a big difference between him and the tall statue?

Wasn’t this zombie that crawled out of the coffin the emperor?

This was because the statue was tall and strong. Although it was only a stone statue, its domineering aura almost exploded the void. Standing in front of the statue, one could clearly feel the horrible momentum like a mountain. Ordinary people couldn’t even stand straight, let alone look up. They could only kneel on the ground and tremble.

The figure that crawled out of the coffin gave people the impression that he was a skinny, sickly, and dying ghost.

The waves of coughing seemed to remind everyone that the figure was seriously ill and very weak. It would die soon. Moreover, the thin figure also made people feel that it was vulnerable and could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The zombies that they had seen before all gave them an invincible feeling. Even if their bodies were cut open, as long as their Corpse Cores were there, they could continue to pose a threat to others. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were like immortals. However, they had never seen or heard of zombies coughing as soon as they got out of the coffin.

Thinking of this, Caspian’s heart skipped a heat. A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

‘A zombie that can cough… But its body is extremely tough… As strong as steel…’

What the Nation Master had said echoed in Caspian’s mind again, “The king is about to wake up…”

“Your intrusion will disturb the king’s rest… I don’t want the king to see outsiders when he wakes up…”

The Nation Master never said that the emperor would appear as a zombie. He always said, “Wake up!”

However, zombies were a kind of existence between life and death that could not be tolerated by heaven and earth.

How could such an existence still have the pain of being alive?

At this moment, an astonishing answer came to Caspian’ s mind. Although he felt that this possibility was incredible, aside from everything else, this possibility was the only answer!

Even Caspian couldn’t help but feel his heart race and his eyes fill with shock. He raised his head and looked at the thin figure sitting on the coffin.

At this time, the figure seemed to feel that Caspian’s gaze was different from that of the others. He also raised his head at this moment and then looked at Caspian.

An old face full of wrinkles appeared in front of Caspian with huge eye bags and drooping cheeks. It opened and closed its nose slightly, and its chest heaved visibly.

After confirming this, Caspian could not believe his eyes. He felt his scalp go numb, and a stream of Qi rose from his Dantian to his chest. The steam of Qi wanted to get out of his throat and make a sound, but at this time, the Qi was forcibly blocked in his throat.

The Real Immortals of the Heaven’s Edge Sect only had a lifespan of a thousand years. However, the stooped old man in front of Caspian, who exuded a decaying spirit, was very likely to be a cultivator who had a lifespan of more than 10,000 years.

“How could this be…” Caspian slowly spat out the words.