The mummy just stared at Darius with that eerie smile, one bony hand still gripping his wrist.
But soon, Darius started to realize something was off. He gave a quick tug, and just like that, his hand slipped free with no resistance at all.
The corpse's hand stayed frozen midair, curled like it was still trying to grasp him. Even that creepy grin on its face now looked stiff and lifeless.
Darius wiped the sweat off his forehead and let out a long breath. His blood, which had turned ice-cold just moments ago, started to warm up again.
"False alarm…" he muttered, trying to laugh it off. It turned out that he had just scared himself silly.
That mummy had been dead for centuries, and its muscles and bones were already rotting and collapsed in weird ways. So, that was probably why its face looked like it was smiling.
After all, dead bodies could not possibly smile.
"Motherf—" he growled, and then spat angrily at the corpse inside the coffin. "This whole place gives me the cree