People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Something keeps ringing in my ears.

I couldn't hear clearly, I couldn't even tell whether it was mumbling or roaring.

Tang Sen tried hard to open his eyes, but his body, which was obviously controlled by the immortal curse, seemed to be separated from his soul. Countless hands grabbed him densely. He felt like he was drowning. He struggled frantically, but it seemed Not moving at all.

He didn't know how long this situation lasted, but he felt that the voices were getting clearer and clearer.

Something is about to be lost.

However, at this moment, words suddenly appeared.

[Product 1: The extraordinary characteristics of the shepherd. 】

[Purchase time: 6 months. 】

Those words suddenly made Tang Sen successfully open his eyes, but his eyes were still dark.

The soul successfully merges with the body.

"What happened just now?"

Tang Sen tried to remember with fear, but could not remember a single thing. It was as if he had had an extremely terrible nightmare. When he woke up, he was only left with the joy of surviving the disaster and a little bit left after the extremely terrible fear faded away.

"This has never been the case in previous time travels."

"There's something wrong with this world."

Tang Sen moved his hands and feet and felt that he was in an extremely narrow and cramped place. The space could not allow him to sit up and he could not relax.

He reached up and felt the cold wood, as did the space to his left and right.

"I have an ominous premonition."

Tang Sen pushed up hard, but the wooden board was tight and did not move at all.

He continued to rub around carefully, making sure that the entire space was completely made of wood without any gaps.

"Am I in a coffin?"

This was just enough space for him to lie down, and it was neat but there was no room for him to relax and move. Tang Sen had to doubt this aspect.

He tapped his knuckles on the wooden board above, and the sound made was very dull.

"The outside is not empty, which means that I am not only inside the coffin, but may also be buried underground."

What kind of start is this?

It seemed that there was no way to break open the coffin with his own strength. Tang Sen's mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and saw that the dragon Smaug was still frozen.

Fortunately, I still have external strength. If it doesn't work, I can summon Smaug. But summoning him in such a narrow place will definitely burst the coffin and break out of the ground, but I am afraid that I will also be crushed.

The immortal curse is still in effect. Tang Sen doesn't have to worry about running out of air in the coffin. Well, this curse is a perfect match for the coffin. Even if he is buried for several years, he will still be alive. Damn it, now is not the time to think about this. !

呲呲——

A slight sound from above interrupted Tang Sen's thinking. Tang Sen immediately stopped moving, became quiet, and tried to listen.

The sound was getting closer and louder.

Finally, a "dong-dong" sound came from the wooden board above.

Kind of like a knock on the door.

What should you do if you are lying in a coffin and there is a knock on the door outside?

Tang Sen chose to remain silent, because he could hear that the irregular sound was caused by accidentally touching the wooden board while digging. In other words, someone was trying to dig himself out.

"That's good. At least you don't have to think about using Smaug's first summons in this world for such a nonsensical thing."

The wooden boards above began to creak, and the nails driven into the coffin were being pried open. Tang Sen saw a subtle light shining through the gaps, making the entire coffin dyed with a faint crimson color.

He saw his body turning into a skeleton in the crimson color.

So he closed his eyes and stopped moving. The skeleton was a natural disguise, making him look like he should be lying in the coffin.

Squeak—bang—

The coffin lid was lifted and turned to the side, and Tang Sen could feel eyes falling on him.

"Huh?"

A voice sounded in surprise: "What a bad luck. Did you dig the wrong grave? This coffin looks new."

It was a completely unfamiliar language. Fortunately, Tang Sen had a good understanding of language and could easily understand the meaning of the other party's expression.

"It has turned into a skeleton, can it still be used?" Another voice sounded.

"May be?"

"The corpse is just a medium. What is more important is to communicate with the world outside the senses through spiritual dance and recall the soul of the corpse."

"But, it's like this, there must be no way to resurrect, right?"

"We don't have enough time to dig another grave. Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can only wait until next time."

"What bad luck."

Chaotic sounds continued to reach Tang Sen's ears.

"There are six or seven people." Tang Sen continued to analyze: "Except for one of them, the others all sound relatively young."

"What are they talking about? Soul summoning? Resurrection?"

The name of the purchased product flashed in Tang Sen's mind, and the crimson moonlight he had just seen flashed through his mind. Tang Sen confirmed that the crimson light was moonlight, because only under the moonlight, the immortal curse would make himself appear like a skeleton.

"Shepherd, Crimson Moon."

"I have a more ominous premonition."

Tang Sen heard chaotic footsteps starting to sound around him, and those people seemed to start dancing around him. After about a few minutes, the more mature voice began to shout:

"grim Reaper!"

"Dear Death!"

"Coming back soon!"

Tang Sen opened his eyes obediently and finally saw everything happening around him.

They were seven people in black robes, forming a circle surrounding the coffin pit where he was. In the crimson light, Tang Sen could barely see their faces clearly. As he had guessed before, most of them were very pretty. Young, male or female, with deep facial features, a typical Western face.

"It's moving. It's really moving!"

Tang Sen heard one of them making a frightened and excited voice.

The others subconsciously took a step back, but couldn't help but look over curiously.

The man standing directly opposite Tang Sen's head opened his arms and shouted: "I order you in the name of death!"

"stand up!"

Tang Sen then stood up from the coffin and turned around to face the man.

The man looked about thirty years old, with high cheekbones, and an excited look on his face.

"Successful! Really successful!" His lips trembled and he muttered quickly: "I knew that the God of Death really existed, and death is not the end of everything!"

Others also became enthusiastic. They kept looking at Tang Sen and even tried to reach out their arms to touch him.

"careful!"

The adult man shouted quickly: "Don't touch him, he is just the awakened dead. Without my control, he will most likely hurt you!"

The teenagers quickly retracted their hands, and a timid-looking girl asked in a low voice: "Teacher Reid, what should we do next?"

This question stopped the man named Red. He was stunned for a moment and moved his eyebrows in confusion.

To be honest, this was his first success. He just wanted to confirm that the soul really existed, but he had never thought about what he would do if he successfully awakened the dead.

"According to the story, since Mr. Red can control him, maybe he can help us fight?" said a teenager.

"Of course not, Mr. Come." The man said seriously: "We are a purely academic research club, not those chaotic criminals in the East District. As a student, you shouldn't have such thoughts."

"And he doesn't look strong. He's just a pile of bones. Maybe he can't beat me." Another boy interjected: "Maybe we should bury him back and let him fall asleep again. We'll find a new one next time." Of. Fresher."

"." The man was silent.

He didn't want to tell the teenagers that he didn't know how to put them to sleep.

He looked at the skeleton. He was wearing a suit that was not too decent, and there were no words on the tombstone. It was obvious that he was not wealthy during his lifetime, and even the burial was only a thin coffin prepared by a welfare agency.

Moreover, it has decayed into skeletons. No one will know about such a person when he is dug up, and there is no point in burying him back.

"After all, this is the first time we have successfully resurrected the dead." The man said hesitantly: "He may still have research value. I think we can take him back."

"I can't live with a skeleton in my house!" The teenagers shook their heads wildly.

"If my family finds out that I dig graves in the middle of the night, they will beat me to death."

"And he only obeys Teacher Reid's orders. What if Teacher Reid is not here and he hurts us?"

The man was a bit stuck. He looked at the motionless skeleton again and gritted his teeth.

"I command you in the name of Death!" he shouted, "Follow me."

Tang Sen climbed out of the coffin silently, following the man's steps step by step.

"Today's club activities are over." The man led Tang Sen toward the outside of the cemetery and said to the teenagers: "Re-cover the coffin and fill it back with soil. Be careful not to let others find any traces."

"While the night is still late and there is no one on the street, I have to hide him quickly."

"Okay, Teacher Reid." The excitement of the teenagers has not subsided, but they also know that digging graves and stealing corpses is a serious crime, so they hurriedly started to deal with the scene.

Tang Sen followed the man and quickly left the cemetery. Along the way, he quietly observed everything around him.

The moon is crimson, and the names engraved on the tombstones in the cemetery are basically Western surnames. Outside the cemetery, there are neat streets and rows of houses.

The style of those houses is somewhat similar to that of London in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

Tang Sen groped around his body without leaving a trace, and finally found a leather wallet in the inner pocket of his suit.

He looked at the man in front of him and saw that the other man did not turn around to pay attention to him, so he took out his wallet. Under the crimson moonlight, he could see that it was an ordinary, foldable black wallet.

There are words floating on the wallet.

【Endless wallet. 】

[Gift from █████, with it, you will have endless money. 】

[It contains the power of █████, which allows the owner to avoid any form of gaze from beings other than himself. 】

[It is an anchor point. The longer it is carried, the closer █████ will be to the world until it borrows the owner's body to arrive. 】

[Existence time: 6 months. 】

[Binding Master: Tang Sen. 】

[Cannot be damaged, cannot be lost, and cannot be taken out of this world. 】

PS: As before, if you haven’t read the original work, it will not affect your reading of this volume.

I will explain some of the settings and characters that will be used, so that everyone can feel the fun of this world without having dyslexia.

Of course, those who have read the original work need not worry. The theme of this book will not change. It just borrows settings and characters and writes a new story.