"Let go of me—"
Sensing the restraint, Wen Mao, hidden inside Wen Renting's body, let out a violent roar, struggling to pounce toward the person in front of him.
The staff at the funeral home, standing at the door, could see that Wen Renting was acting abnormally and quickly ran outside.
Seeing this, Wen Renting desperately rushed forward.
It's unclear where he got such strength.
Xia Xin's body was being dragged forward as well, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.
Ignoring the pain, he clung to the red string in his hand, struggling to get up and pull the string back, preventing Wen Renting from lunging at the crowd.
Wen Renting's body was forcibly held in place.
Seeing Xia Xin locked in a struggle with him, a flash of evil Qi appeared in Wen Renting's eyes. He glanced around, seemingly plotting something.
Xia Xin wasn't idle either; he also looked around and noticed the incense table he had set up near the entrance.
