Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 436 Hehehe!
When Bai Mo woke up, she was in a daze. She raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes a little, struggling to sit up.

As a result, before I could sit up straight, I heard a "bang".

Ah!
Headache!

Bai Mo hugged her head and curled up, why is she so unlucky!
She was stuck for a week, repeatedly overturning the previous settings in the editor's life-threatening serial call every day. Now, she finally drew up an outline and finally turned on the computer!
Didn't she just get up and get a glass of water?Why have you been locked in a coffin for so long?

Now that technology is so advanced, can't she tell whether she is dead or not?

But when she thought about it carefully, she felt something was wrong.

She has always lived in seclusion, and her relationship with the editor is only for work. The few friends on WeChat have not been in touch for a long time. In this case, even if she really died, no one will collect her body, let alone return it She made such a coffin out.

Bai Mo stretched his arms to feel it. He reckoned that the inside of the coffin was less than one meter horizontally. Then he touched his aching head and reckoned that the height was only more than half a meter?
Vertically speaking...she didn't step on it all the way anyway.

But she didn't study it carefully. After all, the most urgent thing is to get out. There is only a little air in here, and it won't last long.

Bai Mo reached out and knocked on the wall of the coffin, and there was a clear "beep" sound in her ears, and her frowning slightly eased. Fortunately, she hadn't been buried yet.

She used her hands and feet to push the coffin lid above, and unexpectedly found that she could push it.

With all her might, she tried to push the lid aside.

When the coffin lid was removed a crack, the sunlight from outside leaked in, Bai Mo squinted his eyes to hide for a while, and took a look around by the way.

The sunlit inner wall was engraved with all kinds of symbols, which were obscure and complicated, and she had never seen them before.

There was nothing in the coffin except these symbols, probably cleaner than her face.

And the robe on her body...

???

robe?

Bai Mo tugged at the robe he was wearing, and fell into deep thought.

Apart from the bathrobes she bought, she didn't have any other clothes that could be called robes, and this robe looked low-key, luxurious and full of ancient Chinese style, which she couldn't afford at all.

The most important thing is that she is several sizes younger, and now she is flat...

This is no longer a matter of being nailed into a coffin. I'm afraid this is not metaphysical time travel.

Bai Mo couldn't speak for a while, she really didn't expect that she could have such a fortune...

All kinds of complex emotions such as excitement, speechlessness, emotion, and worry that she was carrying were finally vented the moment she pushed the coffin lid away.

In fact, it can't be said that the coffin lid was pushed open, but it was pushed open until the gap was big enough for her to get out.

There are only two words left in Bai Mo's mind - damn it!
No wonder she always felt wobbly, no wonder she always heard some weird noises, it's not good for her to be locked in a coffin, and even hung up!

Two solitary mountains stand opposite each other, and occasionally two small trees grow on the steep cliffs, but they survive crookedly and tenaciously, despite their forearm thickness.

Bai Mo is attached to one of the two mountains. An iron chain hangs her coffin on a protruding stone on the cliff. It seems perfunctory at first glance.

Looking down from her angle, there is a foggy area under her feet, and she can't see the bottom, but it is very depressing.

Bai Mo's heart trembled. If she climbed back into the coffin now, could she still pretend that all this didn't exist?
(End of this chapter)