Chapter 283: White Shadow in the Coffin

"It's the line of sight!"

In Wu Xian's ear came the echo of his own second half of the sentence.

His heart skipped a beat.

At this time, Wu Xian was lying flat, pitch black before his eyes, unable to see anything, only able to smell a strange odor, like strange floral fragrance and the smell of rotting wood.

The dark and narrow space.

Easily triggers people's fear. People with claustrophobia might be scared into a seizure in this environment.

But fortunately, after the tempering of many Fudi, Wu Xian had long since adapted, so he spent about ten seconds calming his emotions and began to try to crack the current predicament.

Wu Xian tried to move his hands and feet, finding that there was a quilt under him, and wood boards on the left, right, and above, the overall shape like a coffin.

"This feeling... am I in a coffin?"

"Doesn't seem quite like it, the space is a bit larger than the coffin I came out of this morning, but it's also a long, narrow, airtight space... could it be that I was changed to a larger coffin?"

He put his ear to the board beside him and could hear faint sounds coming from outside.

Screams, shouts, crying...

He could vaguely hear someone trying to say something outside, but Wu Xian couldn't hear clearly at all, only able to distinguish that the other party seemed very anxious.

"Hmm, the soundproofing here is not bad,"

Wu Xian pushed upward with both hands, and the board above was slightly loose, which made his eyebrows raise. This degree could be pushed open directly with brute force.

But before he could exert force, his left ankle was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

This hand was ice-cold, just like it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. Touching the skin on Wu Xian's ankle made Wu Xian's hair stand on end.

Then the cold hand began to grope upward, and another hand also touched Wu Xian's right ankle. The owner of these two hands was grabbing Wu Xian's body and climbing up bit by bit!

Lower leg, thigh, hip joint...

If he climbed up, what would happen? Wu Xian didn't want to wait.

Nor was he curious.

So he barely propped up his body. The space here, although slightly more spacious than a coffin, wasn't as good as the upper bunk of a hard sleeper on a train, so Wu Xian's posture was very awkward.

But this was enough for him to see what was happening under him.

It was seen that in the pitch-black space.

A pale, tiny figure was groping and climbing up Wu Xian's legs. This figure was very small, like a child, or perhaps a malnourished adult. The clothes on his body made Wu Xian feel a bit familiar.

The strangest thing was.

Clearly it was pitch black here, and Wu Xian should have been unable to see anything.

But he could weirdly see the figure of this person clearly. His body was flashing with pale fluorescent light, which could only illuminate himself, but couldn't let Wu Xian see anything else.

Sensing Wu Xian's gaze.

The pale figure slowly raised his head and revealed a creepy smile at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian's heart skipped a beat.

This figure's face...

Looked exactly like him! If an ordinary person were scared like this, they would probably turn and run away immediately, but in addition to shock, Wu Xian punched the little ghost in the eye socket! The pale figure's smile froze.

Just as it was about to counterattack, Wu Xian lifted his leg and let the pale figure collide with the coffin lid.

After tossing and turning like this twice, the little ghost's movements became chaotic, and Wu Xian took the opportunity to press the little ghost under his body and greeted him with a series of old punches.

After a few times.

The little ghost was beaten black and blue.

Whoosh...

The little ghost disappeared abruptly, and this crisis was temporarily resolved. Wu Xian wiped his sweat and panted slightly for a while, only feeling that his body had become a bit weak.

"Fortunately, fortunately, this guy is really weak..."

Normal malevolent entities touching a person's body feel bone-chillingly cold, the kind that makes one cold to the bone, but this little ghost's hand was just simply cool.

So Wu Xian guessed he was very weak, so he let go and fought.

Fortunately, the facts were the same as Wu Xian's estimation. This little ghost's strength wasn't even that of a wandering malevolent entity, his body was as light as a child's, and he came with his own lighting, making him an obvious target, so fighting him wasn't strenuous at all.

Of course, even with this guess, fighting the little ghost fist-to-fist was a last resort.

Wu Xian's Minor Thunder Incantation wasn't suitable for use in this environment, and the Tian Gong Shen Bi didn't have any attack power. If his fists weren't good, he could only use the pen holder of the Tian Gong Shen Bi to poke people.

As for why the little ghost looked like him, Wu Xian didn't dwell on it too much.

Ghosts, after all, it's normal to play some little tricks to toy with people's hearts.

After resting for a short while. Wu Xian pushed with all his might and pushed open the heavy wooden cover board. He crawled out of the large box and scanned his surroundings.

He saw the dilapidated house standing, tree shadows swaying, and a few red lanterns hanging sparsely in high places, swaying slightly in the cold wind, providing no illumination other than adding to the eerie atmosphere.

This was still the Village Without Burials! "If I'm still in the village, then what's behind me is..."

Wu Xian turned his head abruptly and saw a large black-lacquered coffin, the very one he had crawled out of this morning.

"Wrong!"

"It was clearly very crowded this morning, so why did I feel very spacious when I was lying here just now."

"Was I confused by the ghost domain?"

"Or did I become smaller inside the coffin?"

Wu Xian swallowed his saliva, his body swayed, and he stood firm only after holding onto the coffin. Just by going in and out like this, his body, which he had exercised for a month, seemed to have become weak.

Associating it with the little ghost that looked like him just now.

An ominous premonition rose in Wu Xian's heart.

Suppressing the unease.

Wu Xian looked at the other coffins.

There were thirteen of them in total, and there were eight complete coffins here, as well as ten huge urns large enough to hold a person. Many urns and coffins had sounds coming from them.

Some were screaming, some seemed to be fighting with something.

Then Wu Xian saw a large yellow dog anxiously scratching the outside of one of the urns. Wu Xian thought for a moment; Ran Qiuhua had crawled out from here during the day.

"This dog thing, it seems to be a bug."

If this dog was locked in a coffin or urn, it couldn't have come out by itself, so the only possibility was that it hadn't been dragged in at all.

"It's a pity... this dog isn't black."

Wu Xian shook his head.

Suddenly he heard a slap, and two more coffins were opened around him. It was Wei Hengbo and Wei Qinglan siblings. Looking at their combat power, it was normal for them to be able to come out first if everyone encountered the same trouble.

Just as Wu Xian was preparing to exchange information with them, the three of them suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from one of the urns.

"Save me!"

"Is anyone outside? Hurry up and help me open the lid, I can't hold on much longer, something is going to kill me!"

This was Yang Bin's voice.

His voice was much more miserable than the others, clearly having reached a life-and-death moment.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 284 =====