Chapter Seven Coffin

  I was shocked and jumped in fright. Who would place a large black coffin in the room, in the middle of the night? This could scare someone to death!

  Suddenly, a faint gust of "yin" wind rolled up from the flat ground, blowing on my body and making my back feel cold. I couldn't help but shiver. Silently cursing this surname Shi passenger's super-heavy mouth, not even afraid to sleep at night, no wonder he can't see his own shadow, if it were me, I would never spend the night in such a ghostly place.

  The room where coffins stay overnight, in my impression, is only one place, that is the mourning hall!

  "This is too evil, let's slip away first." I had no bottom in my heart, and my instinctive feeling was that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

  Just as I was about to open the door, a loud scratching sound came from inside the coffin.

  I shuddered all over, suddenly inhaled a mouthful of cold air, and almost mechanically turned my head to look at the large black coffin, with eyes full of horror.

  Shhh...

  The sound is extremely clear. This sound is... someone in the coffin is scratching the coffin board with their fingernails!

  There's something in the coffin, and it's still alive!

  "Corpse old man, is that you? So you like sleeping here, I apologize for the disturbance." I ventured.

  As a result, the voice in the coffin stopped abruptly.

  "Redness, could it be that nonsense is correct." I thought to myself.

  However, the coffin stopped for a moment and then started shaking. It shook more and more violently, as if something inside was desperately trying to get out.

  At this moment, only one extremely familiar word flashed through my mind - fake resurrection!

  When I was a kid, I lived in Songjiang for a while and often heard rural people talk about stories of resurrection. For example, someone's dead person stayed in the mourning hall for one night and suddenly sat up with half of his body, staring straight at his children and grandchildren with his eyes wide open. The crowd that was scared silly cremated him overnight, fearing that if they waited any longer, the hot corpse would turn into a zombie and drag all the living people down to accompany himself. However, at that time, cremation was not common, and most people were buried in the ground. There were also cases where corpses crawled out of their graves, strolled around to enjoy the scenery, and ate human flesh as a midnight snack. This happened several times, especially during years of war and disaster. Although I had never seen a resurrection with my own eyes, I had heard many stories about it, which sent chills down my spine.

  At this time, I had already scolded Te 0901 for eighteen generations in my heart. This 'bastard' said it would investigate suspicious characters, but it's a person, a person, a person!

  Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the air, and the lid of the large black coffin was pushed open from inside.

  I gasped for air, and my little heart was racing. I thought to myself that it's completely impossible to stay here any longer.

  No longer hesitant, I immediately reached for the doorknob. As soon as I turned it, I suddenly felt something was off. The doorknob should turn inward to open, but as soon as my hand touched it, the doorknob started moving on its own.

  This can only mean one thing, "outsiders have someone opening the 'door' at the same time!" I thought to myself that this is not good, being attacked from both inside and outside, could it be that today will end here.

  What's wrong?

  I suddenly panicked, after all, it was my first time acting alone, and I didn't have enough experience.

  "The door wasn't locked, so the people outside must have already discovered that there was someone inside. Huh, I didn't think that in less than a night, I'd be the one getting trapped in the room. Thinking of this, my eyes lit up, and I reached for the handgun at my waist - could I also imitate 0901's trick? Forget it, I still prefer to do things directly."

  The switch was turned off at the first time, and the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

  Hiding by the door, mouthful of saliva, gathering one's spirits, nerves stretched to the limit, waiting for the moment the door opens, gun held out in front. At this distance, as soon as the door opens, taking advantage of the light from the corridor outside, the enemy will be visible while I remain hidden, and I can seize the initiative to shoot first.

  But never in a million years did I think that the next second, with a "click", the 'door'... was actually locked.

  I was dumbfounded.

  Only heard outside the 'door', knock, knock, knock, with a rhythmic beat, frequency long and short, similar to Morse code. Almost at the same time, a similar knocking sound also came from inside the coffin.

  And then it immediately quieted down again.

  Cold sweat instantly flowed down from my forehead. It's over, the people outside and the "people" inside are in cahoots with each other, this is a clever trick to catch us off guard.

  Suddenly, with a loud crash, the coffin lid was kicked open and fell to the ground.

  "Hehehe, hehehe......" A string of eerie laughter came from the darkness.

  The old man said that it's better to hear a ghost cry than to have a ghost smile at you. Those who smile at you are often evil spirits, what are evil spirits? They're the ruthless and cunning ones among ghosts, the hooligans among ghosts. If you haven't provoked them, they'll still take your life. However, since it's in a coffin, should we call it an evil corpse instead?

  I don't know where the courage came from, at a critical moment, I showed off the Northeastern men's heroic spirit and shouted: "No matter if you're a zombie or King Yama, eat a 'flower' raw rice first!"

  Click, the light turned on.

  Cocking the trigger, aiming at the coffin, huh? Empty? Where's the stuff?

  All that was seen inside the coffin was empty space, with only a thick layer of quilt being pressed out by the body's indentation.

  "He's run away." My heart tightened and I hastily searched around, but there was nothing. The wardrobe was also wide open, empty and without a single person in sight.

  Has it gone into hiding?

  Suddenly, a cool breeze came from the top of my head.

  My face suddenly changed color, that thing was on the ceiling! The experience of special agent training told me that at this time I absolutely could not lift my head directly and expose my white neck to others.

  I barely hesitated, and in the blink of an eye, I rolled onto the ground with a neat movement, one roll sent me to the front of the "door", my two "legs" propped against the "door" to prevent anyone from suddenly entering from outside. At the same time, I faced upwards towards the ceiling, relying on the floor, both hands grasping the gun, and my eyes stared straight up at that thing's true form which was now right in front of me.

  This is a corpse dressed in a black robe, with its claws deeply embedded in the ceiling. Only a pale face is exposed outside. On this face, there are no eyeballs to be seen, only two empty eye sockets, and large and small bright red blood vessels can be clearly seen through the skin, and even the pulsation of the blood vessels can be seen with the irregular twitching of the facial muscles.

  "My god, what is this thing!" I was sweating profusely, that thing's empty eye sockets stared at me, without making any further moves, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Who cares what it is, let's take the initiative!" I gritted my teeth, pulled the trigger of the gun soaked in sweat, and heard a loud bang, aiming straight for its heart position.

  "Hahaha..."

  An unbelievable scene unfolded. The thing took a bullet without dodging or avoiding it, the huge force of the bullet instantly pierced through the black clothes, and the person shook violently before shaking his head with no damage, revealing sharp fangs and letting out a cold laugh.

  My "spirit" almost collapsed, and I'm immune to swords and guns, how can I play like this?

  At this moment, that thing finally moved.

  It fell down.

  My face changed colour, in a state of urgency, I kicked out with both feet and stood up using the momentum. That thing looked extremely agile, at the moment it fell, it could actually change direction, brushing against my feet and landing steadily on the ground, such a big movement was surprisingly quiet.

  That thing landed and didn't stop moving, quickly pouncing towards me. I swung a fist to heavily hit it. The opponent let out a strange laugh, its body flashed like a ghost, turning to the right side of my fist to attack. My technique was old, and my eyes saw that my fist couldn't be withdrawn in a short time. Fortunately, I had practiced martial arts diligently, and at the critical moment, my waist burst forth with great power, borrowing the remaining force from my punch, using my right foot as a pivot point, my left foot turned 180 degrees to heavily kick out, coming up with a divine dragon swing.

  However, its agility exceeded my imagination. I saw it grab my left foot with both claws and jump up as if boneless, sweeping over my head, and then it opened its double claws, like a large black duck.

  In an extremely short time, I was almost face to face with that thing, the terrifying face clearly appeared before my eyes, it was a completely lifeless face.

  Huh, it's breathing, it's alive...

  "Haha, no more playing, I'll send you on your way." A mocking voice came from that thing's mouth, and my whole body shook.

  Bang!

  He was slapped in the chest by that thing and flew straight out, coincidentally falling into an open coffin.

  I fell with a thud, my chest hurt unbearably, and blood oozed from the corner of my mouth.

  "Landlord, you've had enough fun, come in and settle the bill."

  At this time, I only heard the sound of the "door" being opened. I struggled with all my might to crawl out, when suddenly a dark old hand covered in thick calluses slapped down on my forehead.

  With a bang, I fainted.