Flaming Qilin's crazy cry was a little miserable, but it alarmed Yan Wushuang and the others. They all ran out.

"Why do you shout?" Yan Wushuang frowned. Flaming Qilin had always been noisy. Everyone was used to it, but it was Chu Xun's tomb, a burial ground. His shout made them unhappy.

"He moved." Flaming Qilin didn't care and shouted excitedly.

Lao Hei asked, "What do you mean?"

"Chu the Devil moved." Flaming Qilin was so excited ...