Chapter 276: Carrying Coffins into the Village

If judged by strength.

These walking corpses might be the weakest malevolent entities Wu Xian had ever encountered.

Their movements were so slow that even a young child, as long as they weren't scared silly, could easily escape from the hands of these walking corpses.

But the problem was.

There were too many walking corpses, so many that it made one's scalp tingle!

For a moment.

Everyone on the bridge was extremely panicked, sweating profusely, completely unaware of how to break the current crisis.

Fight? Even this many Dutch pigs couldn't be finished off! Run? There were walking corpses gathering on both the east and west sides of the bridge; the only way to escape was to jump into the river, but heaven knows what was in this pitch-black river water. Jumping into the river might lead to an even more miserable death.

At the moment, it seemed to be a dead end.

But based on Wu Xian's experience, it was rare for a Fudi to have a certain-death dead end; even if there was one, it was caused by courting death. They had just entered the Fudi and hadn't had time to perform any operations, so how could there be no way out?

So Wu Xian frowned and pondered.

With his existing abilities, could he change the situation?

"Minor Thunder Incantation definitely won't work, but perhaps I can use the Tian Gong Shen Bi to draw two walls on the bridge to block the walking corpses."

But now it was only known that the walking corpses were slow; heaven knows if they had the power to break the walls, and even if they couldn't break the walls, they could stack up like arhats to climb over.

Unless he drew a fully enclosed wall, then the walking corpses wouldn't be able to get in...

But the materials for drawing walls all came from the bridge; if it were a fully enclosed wall, it might cause the bridge to collapse, and they would still die.

"Fully enclosed..."

"Fully enclosed!"

Wu Xian had a flash of inspiration and suddenly turned his head to look at the things on the wooden racks. The things that could protect their whole bodies were right beside them! The coffins and huge urns left behind by the mysteriously disappeared procession of gongs and drums were just right for hiding people. At the moment, only these coffins and urns were their only way to survive! Of course.

Hiding in a coffin was a bit ominous.

But in this situation, how could one care about whether it was ominous or not?

Wu Xian immediately lunged at a red-lacquered coffin, and the other Lotus Juanren didn't react slowly, almost simultaneously starting to scramble for favorable hiding positions.

Du E took a fancy to a black-lacquered coffin that looked very heavy. After struggling to push open the coffin lid, she awkwardly discovered that her strength was too small; she could only push open the lid but couldn't close it.

Wu Xian saw this.

Kicked it over casually, and the coffin lid was closed tight.

He himself lay in another coffin, his face turning red from holding his breath before he managed to close the coffin lid. If it weren't for a month of fitness, he might really not have had such strength.

Outside, there were all sounds of moving coffins and urns.

Other Lotus Juanren and newcomers, as long as they weren't stupid, should have had enough time to hide. If they were truly hopelessly stupid and refused to hide, then dying here would actually be a good thing for the others.

After being temporarily safe.

Wu Xian held the coffin lid with one hand and groped inside the coffin with the other. He touched nothing but himself, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no corpse inside...

But if there was no corpse inside, why did the previously mysteriously disappeared procession go to such lengths to transport these coffins?

Before Wu Xian could figure it out.

Bang! A palm slapped on the coffin, the sound making Wu Xian's heart tremble.

Immediately following were more slapping sounds.

Wu Xian could almost imagine that outside the coffin, countless walking corpses were pushing and slapping the coffin lid randomly. He could only try his best to grab the edge of the lid inside, his toes exerting force, and only then did he manage not to let the coffin be opened.

The slapping sound lasted for about a minute, making Wu Xian's ears ring. While slapping, the walking corpses were also muttering like they were in a dream, roaring intermittently in incomplete sentences.

"Come out... come out..."

"Let us..." Suddenly.

The world suddenly became quiet.

There was no more slapping sound outside, only the sound of the river water below, but Wu Xian didn't dare to push open the coffin lid to see the situation outside.

Clang! The silence only lasted for a short while before a deafening gong sound broke the silence, followed by the sound of suona, drums, gongs, and cymbals...

The coffin was lifted up.

Under the shaking, a small gap was slightly opened.

Through the gap, Wu Xian discovered that there was no moonlight outside at all. All he could see was the light of red lanterns, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, and the coffins and urns were being carried again.

"I understand!"

"It's the moonlight!"

"When there is moonlight, people disappear; when there is no moonlight, those walking corpses disappear. So which of these people and those walking corpses are real?"

"Also, this direction..."

"It's that desolate village!"

"These people are going to carry the coffins and urns to the desolate village on the west side."

Thinking and thinking.

Wu Xian smelled a strange odor, and then an inexplicable drowsiness struck.

He tried hard to support his eyelids, but in the end, he couldn't hold on and finally fell asleep in the shaking coffin.

Sleeping for who knows how long.

Wu Xian suddenly woke up from his dream.

Before his eyes was a pitch-green, and a cluster of phosphorus fire burned above his head, illuminating the inside of the entire coffin.

Borrowing the light of the phosphorus fire, Wu Xian saw the appearance of the coffin board clearly.

The coffin board, which should have been smooth, actually had a huge human face growing on it, this human face looking exactly like the coffin-board malevolent entity Wu Xian had seen at the banquet of evil spirits! Seeing Wu Xian wake up, the human face opened its huge mouth, the teeth inside densely packed, all sharp wooden thorns, and the entire coffin board weirdly pressed down, almost biting onto Wu Xian's face.

Seeing the terrifying big mouth getting closer and closer.

Wu Xian subconsciously kicked and struggled randomly, actually kicking this huge coffin board open directly, and a ray of dazzling sunlight shone on his face...

"This is..."

Seeing the light of day again made Wu Xian slightly stunned.

He sat up from the coffin and discovered that it was already broad daylight.

Those coffins and urns were placed messily around, his coffin lid was tilted on the ground, smooth on top, without the human face Wu Xian had just seen.

Wu Xian rubbed his hair suspiciously.

"Was what I just saw an illusion, or a nightmare caused by fear?"

Click, click-click...

Accompanied by a sound, the surrounding coffins and urns were also opened one after another, and the Lotus Juanren and newcomers all crawled out. Fortunately, even the clay urns could hold up against the slapping of those walking corpses. All thirteen Lotus Juanren and newcomers survived, and even the dog was held by a white-collar woman, without any casualties due to the walking corpses last night.

Wu Xian flipped down from the coffin.

They were now in the center of a small village. The village was very small, with less than ten houses, but the houses weren't dilapidated, and there were few stones or weeds on the ground in the middle, obviously maintained by someone from time to time.

Accompanied by them coming out of the coffins, the house doors opened one by one, and one after another, gray-haired figures walked out of the rooms, looking curiously at these young people.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 277 =====