[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele":3,"chapter-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-236":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Invincible Female Ghost Is A Bit Of A Hopeless Romantic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1706424,2180,"Chapter 236: Borrowing a Coffin to Enter the Sedan Chair","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-236",236,"\u003Cp>When the final word \"Slash\" slipped out, his feet suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that pause, the black-gray lines along the stone path all trembled at once, as if an invisible aura surged up from beneath the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cinnabar-tinged vapor at the edge of the ash circle abruptly condensed into a crescent-shaped pale red light barrier, enclosing the paper child, the paper strings, the broken coffin, the red cloth, the red sedan chair and that paper-masked figure all on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sealed the circle!\" Zhou Heng couldn't help but hiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the paper-masked figure, as if expecting this, slowly flipped open its ledger and waved toward the red-and-white procession behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, every paper face, paper hand, paper banner, red sedan and white lantern all tilted forward by an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they spoke together:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Re—port—name—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices rolled like waves, layer upon layer pounding over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment Lu Yuan suddenly barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Close your eyes!\" \"Cover your ears!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Song Qinghe, coil up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lin Zhaoxuan, raise the thunder half an inch, do not touch the ground!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone hurriedly obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan used that split second, flipping his palm over, fingers locking into a perfectly steady seal, the short blade laid horizontally in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mouthed a section of extremely slow, weighty ancient warding phrases:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun and Moon shine, Heaven and Earth settle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yin and Yang divide, right and wrong rest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With Daoist pure qi I sever your red-and-white shadows!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Borrow your road, slash your name!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Borrow your name, cut your form!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last line he abruptly lifted his head, eyes like blades:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the sound finished, Lin Zhaoxuan, almost by years of shared practice, pressed the Thunderclap Token forward in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thunder—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue-white bolt shot from the token, but it did not strike the paper-masked figure. Instead it drove straight into a red-cloth stake behind the red-and-white procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-cloth stake shattered on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, the entire red-and-white procession shuddered as if something had been pulled from their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper faces let out a shriek of such piercing anguish, the red sedan lurched violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-and-white paper face inside split open with a long tear, black lines scattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the lightning's flash, the paper-masked figure suddenly revealed a wooden bone beneath its neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It, too, was a paper shell—constructed finer, layered deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Heng's heart jolted; just as he was about to lunge with his sword, Lu Yuan had already rushed to the edge of the ash circle, slashing across with his short blade and shouting fiercely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You set up a road formation—today I'll tear your road bones out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade cut across and a seam opened in the paper-masked figure's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no blood inside the split, only moldy paper money and black ash spilling out in a cascade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qinghe finally understood and cried out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This host is a paper shell, too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The real thing is still down below!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold fury surged in Lu Yuan's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's only a 'voice transmitter'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The true furnace heart is already starting to press the gate from below.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell, another \"thud\" sounded from under the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one was closer than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like water in a cellar slowly stirred by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the split red sedan, a pale blue-white foot suddenly fell out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that foot dropped, the entire red-and-white procession twitched as if bones had just come alive from pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there came a rustling from inside the sedan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not footsteps, not cloth rubbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like tens of thousands of sheets of paper turning in the dark, soaked and sticky, creeping slowly outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's expression changed; he barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fall back three steps!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't let it touch the ground!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his words were a hair late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale foot landed and did not stain the earth. Its toes touched down lightly, as though someone had just stepped across the sedan threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second foot then slowly extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Higher up came a wet, dripping hem of a hundred-layered skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white skirt was not new; its hem was stitched with a ring of once-red tassels now blackened, as if wedding garments and mourning robes had been forcibly sewn together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the hem, embroidered shoes peeked out, toes pointing outward. The shoe tops were not silk but looked like layered old paper soaked through with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is someone in the sedan...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an's voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qinghe stared at the descending skirt, face drained pale:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not a person.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's gaze turned as cold as frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a 'sedan bride'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the customs beyond the Great Wall, Ghost Marriage includes bringing the bride or sending her off, and sometimes they make a paper bride to suppress malevolence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this thing is not a mere paper bride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It sews the road's grudges, curses and lonely spirits into a single body, and raising joy and mourning mixed together breeds a married fiend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Lu Yuan spoken than a hand slid out from beneath the white hem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fingers were slender, but the joints were puppet-like, not feminine—more like wooden hinges. The skin was nearly translucent, and at the center of the palm stuck a half-wet yellow talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two characters were written on the yellow paper in black ink:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cross Gate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand slowly braced on the sedan rim, and then the sedan curtain was lifted inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blast of bone-deep cold struck them, like unearthing winter-soaked soil; every breath felt like a stab of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the sedan sat not a face but a shadow wrapped in white gauze, red threads and black hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outline resembled a bride, her head covered by a tattered red veil, but beneath the veil there were no features—just a flat, smooth paper face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at the center of that flat paper, two black dots slowly surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dots pushed outward and became eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a bridge of a nose, then a mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face grew out of the white paper, bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's pupils constricted; he murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was offered up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhaoxuan's expression shifted; his fingers gripping the Thunderclap Token tightened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An offered fiend manifesting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan spoke gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What you saw earlier was its skin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now what appears is the main post this road truly recognizes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the face had fully emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was shockingly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left half looked like a woman, wearing bridal makeup—lips lightly reddened, a white strip hanging at the corner of the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The right half resembled an old man, skin bluish, wrinkles folding down, eye sockets like deep pools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two halves did not match, but were forcibly sewn together by a black line running from forehead to jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Heng's throat tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What on earth is that thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan did not answer at once; he stared at the paper face, and there was no light left in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a coincidence of wedding and funeral.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone took the living who died on their wedding day, the dead who were buried during wedding rites, and things that shouldn't be put in coffins, and mashed them into a single road.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not a single evil entity; it's the face of a completed road formation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper face opened its eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant the red-and-white banners lining the stone path all dipped an inch simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if in salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Re—port—name—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time the voice was no longer a chorus. It spoke alone, clearly, with a hint of a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Report your names.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoever comes forward first shall cross the gate first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Heng, furious, let out a bitter laugh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It really thinks we're here to attend a banquet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan suddenly raised a hand to signal him to be quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right after the four words \"Report your names\" left its mouth, the yin wind that had been driven back by thunderfire along the path began to flow back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind carried a faint, ambiguous scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not temple sandalwood, nor the incense on the offering table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled like paper ash mixed with rouge, old white wax, aged cotton wadding and the chill of burial—an increasingly suffocating stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smell that?\" Lu Yuan asked in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qinghe nodded, face growing even paler:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like... the wedding hall and the mourning hall opening their doors at the same time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Correct.\" Lu Yuan said coldly, \"It is no longer merely trying to take people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It intends to turn the entire stone path into its own hall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once the hall opens, if anyone reports their name, their soul will be entered into its ledger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once your name is recorded, the yin road will claim you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhaoxuan felt a chill:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if they don't report?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then it will report for them,\" Lu Yuan answered bluntly. \"If it reports a name it wants, you will still be taken on the road.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of cold ran through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment the paper face slowly lifted its hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It now held a thin red-paper brush, the tip soaked as if in black blood, and it pointed toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it touched Zhou Heng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhou Heng.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Heng's expression changed; he instinctively gripped his sword and retreated half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper face smiled slightly and continued to point at Wang Cheng'an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wang Cheng'an.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He opened his mouth to curse, but Lu Yuan clamped a hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't answer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper face continued down the list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xu Erxiao.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Song Qinghe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lin Zhaoxuan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It called each name in turn, its voice as soft as reciting a genealogy, as if also writing an obituary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all felt their skin prickle and dared not draw breath too heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's gaze darkened; he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's recording souls onto the registry!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't let it nail your names into the gate ledger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that he pulled a folded yellow talisman from his chest. The cinnabar on its face was bright, the paper edges dusted with a line of black ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped the talisman— not at the paper face, but squarely into his own palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman burned against his hand, not with flame but emitting a faint wisp of golden smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the golden smoke with his eyes, Lu Yuan hooked his right hand like a claw and intoned a rapid, weighty thunder incantation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heaven has heavenly names, Earth has earthly registers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People have birth days, ghosts have death records!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Names not belonging to me, ledgers not to be registered!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Borrowing your legal pen, I sever your ledger pen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgently, urgently, as by the law's command!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, he flicked his hand and the golden smoke surged on the palm wind toward the paper face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-paper brush that had already stretched to touch them stalled under the golden smoke's pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the moment, Lin Zhaoxuan brought the Thunderclap Token up again, pressing two fingers across its face, and intoned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ninth Heavens' thunderfire, break the recording of the yin-name!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thunder as pen, lightning as ink!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heavenly books record not, ghost registers persist not!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue-white arc leaped from the token and struck not the person but the red-paper brush in the paper face's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crack—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brush exploded into a shower of fine red paper fragments, like a string of torn red bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile on the paper face froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the white gas inside the sedan surged as if something enraged; the curtain billowed with a \"whoosh\" and the whole red sedan began to shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's about to overturn!\" Zhou Heng hissed, sword half drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan pressed his hand on Zhou Heng's sword hilt, voice sharp:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be rash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When it overturns, its bottom will be exposed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, in the next breath the sedan's four feet simultaneously sank down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not pressed by weight, but as if something beneath was pushing upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled boom shot up from the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cinnabar light barrier trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a corner of the sedan floor was literally pried open by a hand thrusting from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand was blue-black, veins like threads bulging on its back, scraps of red cloth wrapped between its fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it pushed up, a raw stench of earth hit them—like opening a tomb's sealed mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's a living gate underneath!\" Song Qinghe cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's face finally changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a grave gate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It pushed the thing underground up against the sedan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun to Lin Zhaoxuan and barked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strike thunder again, hit under the sedan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't strike the face—strike the gate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhaoxuan did not hesitate. The Thunderclap Token spun in his palm, his eyes going cold as he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tian Gang guide the road, Earthly Malevolence be sealed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thunder split the yin soil, fire illuminate the earth crack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Borrow me one blow to break your grave gate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Edict!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-white lightning answered and struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time the bolt was thicker than before, like an enraged electric serpent, and it slammed into the sedan's underside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boom—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sedan bottom blew into charred wood chips, the red curtain was flung upward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and at the split-second the curtain flipped, they finally saw what had truly been pressed inside the sedan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrunken black-lacquered coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coffin was only an arm's length long, but its lacquer was black as if drenched in oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven red cords bound the lid, each cord tied to a copper coin. The coins were rusted, and faintly the characters Taiping Tongbao could be made out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most terrifyingly, a peach-wood peg was nailed into the center of the lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The peg's half-thrown end had already blackened; the head of the peg seemed slightly lifted, as if something inside was pushing up from beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shrunken coffin!\" Lu Yuan's gaze went ice-cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So the furnace heart came into the sedan through a coffin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhaoxuan sucked in a breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did this thing get inside the sedan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan ground his teeth: \"Because this isn't an ordinary road fiend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a 'wedding coffin crossing'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Some evil formations hide a real yin-coffin inside a wedding sedan, letting the living only see red and not black, see joy and not mourning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When they reach the earth-vein gate, they then use the wedding qi to burst the coffin and release the thing inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qinghe's spine chilled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what's pressed inside that coffin is the furnace heart?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan fixed his eyes on the shrunken coffin, narrowing them dangerously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's pressing the coffin is the mouth of the furnace heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The true furnace heart is not inside the coffin anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is borrowing this coffin now, preparing to crawl out and claim the road.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, the shrunken coffin's lid slowly rose an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Creak—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of wood scraping, like someone slowly sitting up inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper of extremely fine black vapor seeped from the coffin seam.\u003C\u002Fp>",2514,"2026-06-06T14:45:54.834Z",1,"novelbin.me","daef000fe83f919bb2b1bed4461784812560387efd10727da52ac263f9727b9d","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-237","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-235",241,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-cover.jpg"]