Chapter 32: The Crystal Coffin

Rustle!

A figure dragged a headless corpse and walked out of the elevator.

"This is..." Ding Mo tucked his head and glanced at the hallway.

This floor, he really didn't expect this to be the room of the "Dwarfs"!

However, Ding Mo scanned the area for a while but didn't find any movement—it was clear that Lu Zhenhao and his gang were not here right now.

Luck was not bad!

Ding Mo hurriedly seized the time and continued forward, dragging the corpse.

If that gang rushed over, it would be troublesome.

After walking for a while longer, the light stopped in front of a room door; the door number indicated that this was the Dwarfs' room.

Just as Ding Mo was getting a headache over how to open it, the door made a "beep" and opened automatically.

Ding Mo hesitated for a moment, then dragged the corpse inside.

Entering the room, the lights turned on, and in the empty living room, Ding Mo's gaze locked onto a "coffin" in the center.

The coffin was made entirely of a translucent substance similar to glass, crystal clear and extremely gorgeous.

It was the "Crystal Coffin"!

Ding Mo was somewhat surprised; he didn't expect the Crystal Coffin to be hidden here. But he immediately regained his composure and pulled the corpse to the side of the Crystal Coffin.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Dragging the corpse all the way had made Ding Mo somewhat exhausted.

He decided in his heart that if he could survive and go back this time, he must never degenerate again; he must exercise more...

Click!

Pushing open the Crystal Coffin lid, a stench assaulted Ding Mo's nose.

Inside lay the already decaying corpse of Zhu Jie!

The king's costume was still on his body, and he lay on his back, as if in a deep sleep, except for his face...

Ding Mo dared not look at that face, which had been smashed beyond recognition, and, suppressing the urge to vomit, pushed all of Leng Rourou inside.

Her body lay on top of him, her head rolling beside his face; due to the narrow space in the coffin, the two corpses indeed looked as intimate as a pair of lovers.

It was just that one had died with eyes wide open, and the other had no face.

Straining to close the heavy coffin, Ding Mo noticed that the eerie music that had been lingering in his ears, faint and indistinct, had stopped.

The lights flickered for a while and then returned to normal.

Knowing that the performance was over, Ding Mo breathed a sigh of relief and turned around—he just wanted to leave here quickly now.

But...

Pat!

Four figures walked out from the room on the side of the living room!

"Well done, Mr. Ding." Lu Zhenhao, who was in the lead, looked at him with a grin.

Ding Mo's expression sank completely, and his fists were tightly clenched.

These treacherous bastards! They were actually waiting for him right here!

Swish!

Without a word, Ding Mo drew his sword and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Let me go, or I'll risk my life to hack one of you to death!"

The fierce words echoed in the living room.

Swept by Ding Mo's gaze, and coupled with that sharp sword, the Horse-faced man and the others all had slight changes in their expressions!

"Come on! Let's see who wants to be buried with me!" Ding Mo shouted.

Although he knew this could only buy time, Lu Zhenhao also put away the contempt on his face.

As expected of someone who could survive until now, he really had some guts.

"Good!" Upon hearing this, Lu Zhenhao actually started clapping.

Clap, clap, clap!

Seeing this, Ding Mo's brows twitched.

What kind of medicine was this guy selling in his gourd?

Actually, not just him, the Horse-faced man and the others were also stunned, looking at Lu Zhenhao in confusion.

"Boss?" The Muscular man on the side called out in bewilderment.

Lu Zhenhao waved his hand to stop them, turned back to face Ding Mo, and grinned, revealing a crazy smile.

"I, Lu Zhenhao, fought with a small knife on the street when I was 7, got stabbed 3 times, and had 21 stitches.

"At 11, I was stepped on in the stomach by the big sister of the gang next door with a specially made sharp high heel, leaving a hole, and I ended up in the emergency room."

As Lu Zhenhao spoke, he lifted his clothes to reveal the scar on his stomach.

"... Do you think high heels are sharper than the sword in my hand?" Ding Mo sneered and asked back.

"No, I just want to say," Lu Zhenhao looked at the sword indifferently, his eyes devoid of fear:

"Since I was 6, every day someone has said they wanted to kill me! I've been at it until now, and I'm 26.

"They used machetes, iron bars, axes...

"But I'm still living just fine!"

Lu Zhenhao walked up swaggeringly as he spoke, his defenseless chest less than half a meter from the sword tip.

"I'm not scared to death!" he shouted!

Ding Mo stared at him coldly and did not answer.

He was not stupid; this guy probably had something he wanted to say.

"However," sure enough, Lu Zhenhao quickly changed his tone, pointing at the blade:

"As long as you leave that sword behind,

"I promise I can let you go."

"Boss?"

Lu Zhenhao quickly stopped the three people behind him with a look.

"The performance is over now, there's no need for us to kill each other, right?" he laughed.

Lu Zhenhao was sharp; he was thinking of keeping Ding Mo until the Third Act before dealing with him.

But in order to weaken Ding Mo, such a good opportunity to confiscate his weapon had to be taken.

That sword was clearly much more powerful than the trash they had in their hands!

Ding Mo quickly understood Lu Zhenhao's intention, and as his thoughts raced, he said coldly:

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

"How should I know!" Lu Zhenhao spread his hands, an innocent expression on his face:

"Either fight us to the death here, or accept my proposal, put down the sword, and leave alive..."

"Or put down the sword and be killed by you without any power to resist," Ding Mo interrupted.

Lu Zhenhao smiled upon hearing this, did not reply, and just looked at Ding Mo.

The air suddenly became somewhat tense...

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"..."

Thump-thump! Thump-thump!

Inside York's room, Dong Xiaoyu was pacing anxiously, her red lips pressed tightly together.

The performance had been over for quite a while, why hadn't Ding Mo returned yet?

He couldn't have run into Lu Zhenhao on the way and be getting hunted by them, could he!

Dong Xiaoyu wanted to go out and look for him, but realized she couldn't be of any help. She could only pace helplessly, worried and afraid.

If Ding Mo fell, what would she do...

Click!

At this moment, a soft sound suddenly rang out. The room door opened.

Amidst Dong Xiaoyu's surprise mixed with joy, Ding Mo walked in, looking exhausted.

At his waist, the sword was gone, leaving only a scabbard.

"You, you're back, Ding Mo!" Dong Xiaoyu let out a sigh of relief and gathered around him.

Seeing Ding Mo sit on the bed with an exhausted face, she didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him.

Ding Mo was not only exhausted from nearly 20 hours without rest, but his heart was also exceptionally weary.

Although Lu Zhenhao kept his promise and let him leave, his only weapon was gone.

Plus, with Leng Rourou dead, if the two sides were hostile in the next act, they would likely be in grave danger.

It was simply a huge disadvantage!

The only plan now was to decipher the clue on that small note, hoping the secret behind it could bring a turning point...

Just as Ding Mo was buried in thought, a cup was suddenly handed over.

Ding Mo looked up in surprise and saw a worried-looking Dong Xiaoyu.

"Would you like a drink of water?"

"..." Ding Mo licked his lips and realized he was indeed quite thirsty without noticing.

Taking the warm water cup, Ding Mo drank half of it in one breath.

The clear water flowed into his stomach with heat and warmth, immediately making him feel a bit better.

"Thanks," Ding Mo said to her.

Dong Xiaoyu nodded, took the cup with only half the water left, thought for a moment, snuck a glance at Ding Mo, and brought the spot where Ding Mo had just touched his lips to her own.

Come to think of it, she had been worrying about this and that, and was indeed a bit thirsty...

Yes, she was a bit thirsty!

"Dong Xiaoyu."

"Ah—!" A voice came, scaring her into suppressing a low shriek in her throat.

"What are you doing?" Ding Mo looked at her strangely.

This girl, why was she so jumpy?

Thinking this, he handed her a note:

"Look at this, it might be related to the upcoming Script."

Seeing Dong Xiaoyu hurriedly take it and examine it carefully, Ding Mo couldn't help but ask again a few seconds later:

"Can you think of anything?"

Although he was very tired now and wanted to rest, once tonight passed and morning came, they would likely face the Third Act Script immediately.

After the recent turmoil, there were less than 3 hours left until dawn; time was running out.

Once the Script was announced, the situation might change, so it wasn't time to rest yet...