Chapter 67: The Final Reunion

  The coffin was rejoicing in the waterway, feeling lucky to have escaped successfully, when he suddenly felt a slight discomfort in his chest. Perhaps it was due to the intense exercise earlier, and his heart disease was about to act up again. However, he was currently in the water and had no way of taking medicine, so he could only grit his teeth and speed up his swimming, trying to leave the place before an attack occurred.

  Kang's heart disease is hereditary, but he has a penchant for adventure in his bones, so this matter is not known to the organization at all. Normally, he always carries medicine with him, and when he came to this tomb, he also took one without our notice. He had taken the medicine before going down into the water just now, but unexpectedly got entangled with that monster for a while, and by the time he came back to his senses, the effect of the medicine had already worn off.

  He swam desperately forward, accelerating his speed, racing against death. He had to hold on and swim out of the waterway or else he would die here in vain. Although this was the case, under the pressure of the water, his heart was subjected to an even greater burden, and a sudden pain came over him. The coffin was already unable to move in the water, his hands tightly covering his chest, as his body drifted forward with the current. Fortunately, he arrived at the place where the waterway changed direction, suddenly dropping down like us, and when he resurfaced again, he could breathe air.

  The coffin couldn't say a word, it could only let its body pose in such a posture. For people with heart disease, once they have an attack, they can't move at all, and can't even speak. In the coffin's eyes, there was a hint of the mark we left for him when we left this place, he knew we must be here, so he sought help from that power again. His brain desperately shouted "Save me! Save me!"

  Sight returned in front of my eyes.

  I left the tomb entrance and searched for a way out with Pengpeng, because I saw that glasses leave the tomb chamber, so this passage outside the tomb must have a way out. However, we moved every stone statue, but no hidden doors appeared. From the six-story pagoda down to the extremely deep underground, if you want to get out, you must find an upward opening hole. I guess that glasses must have made preparations, either digging a hole by himself or having a ready-made passage for going out. The possibility of returning on the original road is small, and the most important thing is to overcome the barrier of that strange creature.

  While searching, I heard a intermittent sound, sometimes far and sometimes near, always repeating the same words, but couldn't make out what it was. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat, could it be the coffin? In this place, only he can convey such information. I immediately told Pengpeng, following the direction of the sound we came to the entrance where we first came in, and the sound also disappeared.

  "He must be here, hurry up." I said.

  Pengpeng was the first to dive in, and when I arrived, I saw that Pengpeng had already jumped into the water and was pushing a floating object towards the shore. I ran over and saw the frozen purple face of the coffin, my heart filled with joy, and after exchanging glances with Pengpeng, we both smiled.

  "He hasn't died yet, but why can't he move at all?" Pengpeng asked, and I found it strange too.

  Looking at his painful expression, he should be bearing something. But he's not speaking now, and none of us understand the reason.

  "There's medicine in my clothes." Another voice echoed in my mind.

  I immediately flipped his whole body over, found a small white bottle, opened it and poured out a black pill from inside, stuffed it into his mouth. Pengpeng quickly fetched some water to help him swallow the medicine. A few minutes later, he finally loosened his hand which was tightly covering his chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.

  "It's great to see you all again." This was his first sentence.

  I and Pengpeng however each punched him once, this is a way of expression between men, unhappy hit, happy also want to hit, perhaps proved that sentence, not hitting can't become friends. We generally cannot be like women, embracing each other crying, boys have tears do not easily shed.

  The coffin sat up, still calming down from the emotions just now, Pengpeng asked:

  "How's it going? Did that guy get caught?"

  "It's almost done, at least it's been wasted already." He then briefly explained the situation of the fight just now.

  It was just a casual remark to him, but to us it was an extraordinary adventure. If he hadn't coincidentally had this ability and been forced to upgrade it under the threat of death, then this young life would have bid farewell to us forever.

  "How was your work going when I wasn't around?" The coffin asked us after finishing speaking about itself.

  "It's simple yet complicated, anyway we're going home."