Chapter 283 White Shadow in the Coffin
"It's the sight!"

The second half of his sentence echoed in Wu Xian's ears.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At this time, Wu Xian was lying flat. It was pitch black in front of his eyes. He could not see anything. He could only smell a strange smell, like the fragrance of strange flowers and rotting wood.

Dark and cramped space.

It can easily arouse people's fear. If someone has claustrophobia, he or she may faint from fear in such an environment.

Fortunately, after many trials and tribulations in the blessed land, Wu Xian had already adapted to it, so he spent about ten seconds calming down his emotions and began to work on solving the current dilemma.

Wu Xian tried to move his hands and feet and found that there seemed to be a quilt under him, and there were wooden boards on the left, right and top, and the overall shape was like a coffin.

"This feels like... am I in a coffin?"

"It doesn't seem like it. It's a little bigger than the coffin I came out of this morning, but it's also a long, enclosed space... Could it be that they changed to a bigger coffin?"

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

Screaming, shouting, crying...

He could vaguely hear someone outside trying to say something, but Wu Xian couldn't hear it clearly. He could only tell that the other person seemed very anxious.

"Well, the soundproofing in here is pretty good,"

Wu Xian pushed upward with both hands, and the board above became slightly loose, which made him raise his eyebrows. It could be pushed open with brute force.

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

The hand was icy cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and when it touched Wu Xian's ankle, he got goose bumps.

Then the cold hand began to grope upwards, and the other hand also touched Wu Xian's right ankle. The owners of these two hands were grabbing Wu Xian's body and climbing up little by little!

Calf, thigh, hip axis (hip joint)...

What would happen if he climbed up there?
Wu Xian didn't want to wait.

Not curious either.

So he barely propped himself up. Although the space here was slightly more spacious than in the coffin, it was still not as good as the upper berth in a hard sleeper train, so Wu Xian's posture was very awkward.

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

All I saw was a pitch-black space.

There was a pale, thin figure, groping Wu Xian's legs and crawling up. The figure was very small, like a child, but also like a malnourished adult. The clothes on the body looked somewhat familiar to Wu Xian.

The strangest thing is.

It was obviously pitch black here, Wu Xian should not be able to see anything.

But strangely, he could see the figure clearly. There was a pale fluorescent light flashing on his body, which could only illuminate himself but prevent Wu Xian from seeing anything else.

After noticing Wu Xian's gaze.

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

Wu Xian's heart skipped a beat.

The face of this figure...

Exactly the same as him!
If an ordinary person was scared like this, he would probably turn around and run away immediately, but Wu Xian was so shocked that he punched the kid in the eye socket!
The pale figure's smile froze.

Just as he was about to fight back, Wu Xian raised his leg violently, causing the pale figure to collide with the coffin lid.

After doing this for two times, the pale figure's movements became a little chaotic. Wu Xian took the opportunity to roll over, pin the kid under him, and beat him up with a punch.

After a few times.

The kid was beaten black and blue.

call……

The little ghost suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the crisis was temporarily resolved. Wu Xian wiped the sweat off his face, panted slightly for a while, and felt his body become a little weak.

"Fortunately, fortunately, this guy is really a wimp..."

Normally, when evil spirits touch a person's body, it gives people a bone-chilling feeling, the kind that makes people feel cold to the bone, but this little ghost's hands were simply cold.

So Wu Xian guessed that he was weak, so he gave it a try.

Fortunately, the facts were the same as Wu Xian had estimated. The kid's strength was not even that of a wandering ghost. His body was as light as a child, and he had his own illumination, making him a clear target, so it was effortless to fight him.

Of course, even with this speculation, there is no other solution but to fight the little ghost directly with fists.

Wu Xian's lightning spell is not suitable for use in this environment, and the Heavenly Crafts Divine Pen has no attack power. If his fists don't work, he can only use the Heavenly Crafts Divine Pen to poke people.

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

It's normal for ghosts to play tricks on people.

After a short rest, Wu Xian pushed the heavy wooden cover open with all his strength, climbed out of the big box, and looked around.

There were only dilapidated houses standing there, shadows of trees swaying in the wind, and a few red lanterns sparsely hung high up, swaying slightly in the cold wind. Apart from adding to the eerie atmosphere, they did not provide any lighting effect at all.

This is still a village without burials!
"If I'm still in the village, then the person behind me is..."

Wu Xian turned around suddenly and saw a large black lacquered coffin, the same one he had crawled out of in the morning.

"wrong!"

"It was obviously very crowded this morning, but why did I feel so relaxed just now when I was lying here?"

"Have I been bewitched by the devil?"

"Or did I get smaller in the coffin?"

Wu Xian swallowed his saliva, swayed a bit, and stood steadily by holding on to the coffin. Just going in and out like this, his body seemed to have become weak after a month of exercise.

I thought of the little kid who looked like me just now.

Wu Xian had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Suppress the anxiety.

Wu Xian looked at the other coffins.

There were thirteen of them in total, and there were eight complete coffins and ten huge urns that were big enough to hold a person. Voices could be heard coming from many of the urns and coffins.

Some were screaming, while others seemed to be struggling with something.

Then Wu Xian saw that in one of the jars, there was a big yellow dog anxiously scratching the outside of the jar. Wu Xian thought about it and realized that Ran Qiuhua had crawled out from here during the day.

"This damn thing seems to be a bug."

If the dog had been put in a coffin or urn, it would not have been possible for it to get out on its own, so the only possibility is that it had never been pulled in at all.

"It's a pity... this dog is not black."

Wu Xian shook his head.

Suddenly, there was a click sound, and two more coffins were opened nearby. They were the brother and sister Wei Hengbo and Wei Qinglan. They looked very powerful, so if everyone was in the same trouble, it would be normal for them to come out first.

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

"help me!"

"Is there anyone outside? Please help me open the lid quickly. I can't hold on for much longer. Something wants to kill me!"

This is Yang Bin's voice.

His voice was much more miserable than the others, and it was obvious that his life was in danger.

(End of this chapter)