C64 There be a ghost in the coffin

The cold winter wind blew endlessly, as if a knife was drawing across a person's body.

"A blood-faced spell!"

The shriveled old man in the lead suddenly changed his expression, his tone carrying a trace of surprise.

"You are the Great Magus Bone Clan?"

Before Mr. Bo could speak, the old man said something else.

Mr. Bo sneered, and replied, "In this world, not only the Bone Clan