Chapter 66: Nine Deaths and One Life

  There are two sides to every question.

  The coffin finally dove into the water, waiting for the footsteps swimming in front. Suddenly his own foot was clamped by a hard object, and then pulled out by a strong force. His rich experience told him that this must be the monster who didn't give up, coming to take revenge. It also knew that three people together were not easy to deal with, so it prepared to break them one by one. Taking advantage of the narrow waterway's inability to turn around, it made a deadly move on the person at the back.

  The coffin reaction was also considered fast, before being pulled out, the dagger that cut iron like mud was snatched from Peng's hand, and the backpack rope that tied us together was instantly cut off. In his mind, he kept saying "hurry up, hurry up". Before, he could only receive other people's thoughts, but this time he needed others to hear his ideas, although he didn't know what the outcome would be, but seeing me not looking back and taking Peng forward, he knew he had succeeded.

  He was flung out of the water again, soaring high into the air. Fortunately, this was underground, so he only crashed into the ceiling. But the powerful impact was enough to take its toll. After bouncing off the ceiling, the coffin slammed onto the ground, and his throat felt sweet, as if there were threads of blood flowing out.

  "You bastard, I'll destroy you today if you dare to scold me! Grandma!"

  The coffin stood up, and his heart was filled with anger. Although he didn't have my night vision ability, he could search the monster's brain to determine its location. Even a sleeping dog would dream, let alone such an abnormal person. As long as he caught a hint of thought, he had a way to deal with it.

  Left, right, left, right, forward, backward, this monster was moving at an extremely fast speed, not even thinking of attacking, perhaps waiting for the moment when the coffin's thoughts relaxed, and then strike a fatal blow. Suddenly, the coffin sensed its direction, turned around abruptly, and stabbed the dagger forward. He didn't expect the monster to be so fast that as soon as his arm stretched out, his face was already facing it, looking at those two black pupils made his heart feel hairy. A loud roar, the dagger entered the monster's chest even faster than the monster itself. This move was very risky, if not for the dagger being sharp enough to pierce through the monster's stone-like body, perhaps the one who would be gutted now would be the coffin himself.

  It was clear that the monster was in agony, having just lost an arm and now being disembowelled, its entire body trembling with unexerted strength. It took a step back, and before the coffin could pull out the dagger, it used its only remaining arm to fling the coffin into the air once more. This time it flew higher, faster, and stronger, and when it fell, the coffin's mind was momentarily dazed. But in this unconscious daze, his mind saw himself falling, as if he were just a bystander. The feeling lasted only an instant, disappearing when he opened his eyes again.

  This time it fell very accurately, and he immediately fell into the pool. The clear water slowed down his falling speed, but also became a dangerous signal for him. The monster didn't wait for him to stick out his head, and had already jumped onto the pool, pressing him to the bottom of the water. The coffin's body was subjected to tremendous pressure, and after falling into the water, he hadn't even had time to exchange air, at this point he had already spat out a string of bubbles. In a state of extreme hypoxia in the brain, he once again lost consciousness.

  When the coffin woke up, he found himself standing on top of a water tank, with his hand still pressing down on someone. The person seemed to have no resistance left, and from the back view and clothes, it looked very familiar. Suddenly, he saw his own arm, which was extremely thick, with phosphorescent scales like feathers on one side, while the other side was empty. He turned his head to find that he had lost an arm. The coffin thought at a speed of seconds, realizing that he had entered the monster's mind, and all this happened after he lost consciousness. So now he could control the guy who had been chasing them from behind. He immediately let go of his hand and pulled out his own body. Since entering here, he hadn't separated from his body for less than twice, once in the time-space gap, and again here.

  He carefully laid his body flat, gently letting out the water in his stomach, and the consciousness of the coffin became a bit fuzzy again. It was possible that he himself, lying on the ground, had begun to wake up. At this moment, he was about to return to his original body, just like Sun Wukong's soul-leaving technique. Taking advantage of still having some consciousness, he pulled out the dagger from his chest, gritted his teeth and hacked at his own thigh. A sharp pain shot through his brain, and tears flowed down the coffin's face.

  "It's really fucking painful, this feeling is real, fortunately I didn't commit suicide, otherwise I would have really died."

  The coffin lid opened and he sat up from the ground, finding himself back in his own body. He turned around to see the monster struggling on the ground, a surge of joy in his heart, but now was not the time to celebrate, he immediately flipped over and jumped into the water.