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"Open?"

"Open." Yu Ran knocked on the coffin lid again with his knuckles, looking very natural.

Under his persistent gaze, Yan Shiche sighed, and took out the dagger from his waist.

The coffin lid and coffin body were nailed together with seven black coffin nails. Since they had not been buried yet, only half of the nails were buried in the wood, leaving the other part outside.

There was no movement in the coffin, and there was no sound of ghosts knocking on the coffin, as if it was just a simple and ordinary coffin.

Yu Ran felt a little regretful, quietly watching Yan Shiche pry the nail.

The seven nails seemed few, but they were hard to get out when they were nailed into the tight coffin wood. It took a lot of effort even for a strong man like Yan Shiche.

The last nail was pulled out from the coffin lid, and with a ding, it fell to the ground and rolled several times, echoing clearly in the empty wing room.

The sound was like a wake-up call.

The heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed open, making a teeth-stinging rubbing sound.

The whole room became quiet, not the silence that no one spoke before, but a kind of dead silence.

"Yan...?" Yu Ran's voice was a little dry.

"...I didn't move it." Yan Shiche pursed his lips.

The coffin lid opened without anyone touching it.

The old rot smelled like a fog, a woody smell mixed with mold.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the lonely room.

The wooden door that opened behind him slammed shut, instantly chilling the bones.

There was an unspeakable palpitation in Yu Ran's chest.

He felt it.

Something is recovering.

Yan Shiche tensed his muscles, gripped the cold dagger tightly, and blocked Yu Ran behind him.

They held their breath and stared at the coffin.

In the dim light of the fire, a scorched, thin figure... no, it was a corpse, stiffly crawled out of the coffin.

I couldn't see her face clearly, because her whole body was scorched, and every time she moved, bits and pieces of black coke were scattered.

Her skin peeled off in carbonization, exuding a pungent burnt stench.

Seeing this scene, no one could imagine how tortured she had been before she died.

Feng Yue...?

Was it burned to death?

No, not right.

Yu Ran stared at the corpse in front of him.

Feng Yue's spine showed a very unnatural curvature. Even though the entire body was scorched, it could still be seen that the junction of her skull and torso, the flesh and spine were long separated.It was as if before she died, someone held her neck and yanked it out fiercely.

Was he hanged and burned?

Or...was he burned because he couldn't hang himself?

Several conjectures flashed across Yu Ran's mind in an instant.

Before he could analyze the answer, the corpse moved.

She couldn't speak, her face was completely changed, but when she saw the two people, she let out a furious roar. Since her throat had been burned long ago, she could only hear the sound of panting.

"She thinks we are her murderers."

Under the disgusting visual impact of the scorched corpse, Yu Ran didn't back down, but quickly sized up the corpse, his probing eyes scrutinized every inch of the scorched skin.

Hanging and then burning...

If it was only used as a sacrifice, why did Feng Yue suffer such cruel injuries?

Regardless of his doubts, the charred corpse rushed forward, followed by a gust of cold wind.

Under the situation where the young man fled in a majestic manner, Yan Shiche quickly stepped forward, inserted the black dagger into the mouth of the charred corpse, twisted his backhand, and forced her back with brute force.

He turned his head again, and saw his employer standing there with the appearance of an old god, without any intention of moving.

Yan Shiche: "..."

It's such a time, even hiding behind is the greatest help for him, he is still in the mood to watch the show.

One move failed to injure Jiao Shi, and the handle of the knife in his hand was hot.

Yan Shiche thought it was the temperature of his palm at first, but after a while, he noticed something was wrong.

This heat stems from the dagger itself.He touched the black blade, which was astonishingly hot as if it had just been pulled from the forge.

Yan Shiche had never encountered such a situation before, and this knife had been by his side since he could remember.

Strangely, he never suspected the dagger's origin.

Could this be some kind of ghost-killing weapon?

Yan Shiche realized later.

So when the scorched corpse rushed towards the two of them for the second time, Yan Shiche inserted the blade into the heart of the body without hesitation.

In an instant, the place where the corpse was inserted by the knife made a squeaking sound, as if hot oil had entered the water, and the rancid smell came to the nostrils in an instant.

The scorched corpse suddenly stopped in place, howling in pain, the carbonized throat and jaw kept dropping scorched pieces of meat.

She couldn't make a sound at all, but she clearly felt the pain.

The next moment, she rushed over again. The damage just now could only slow down her movements, but it was nothing to the corpse itself.

"I can't die..." Yan Shiche frowned.

Yu Ran scanned around, "Try it with coffin nails."

The seven coffin nails were scattered around the coffin, but the charred corpse was near the coffin, and there was no way to approach it.

"...you hold her back, I'll pick up nails."

Before Yan Shiche agreed, Yu Ran quickly walked around to a place very close to the charred corpse.

The scorched corpse's attention was instantly attracted by the young man, Yan Shiche grunted, raised his dagger and stabbed at the corpse, helping Yu Ran buy more time.

Taking back the foreword, it is better for Yu Ran not to move.

The dagger could easily penetrate any part of the corpse and hold it in place for a short time, but it couldn't really hurt her. After all, biologically speaking, Feng Yue was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

"Take it!"

Yu Ran successfully picked up a few nails and threw them to Yan Shiche.

The black iron nails gave off a dim yellow halo under the light.

The corpse seemed to have sensed the danger, and looked at the culprits who trapped him in the coffin in fear, and subconsciously retreated.

Yan Shiche didn't give her this chance, the nails between his fingers flashed through the icy cold light, and nailed them firmly to the temple, throat and heart of the corpse.

As Yu Ran expected, the scorched corpse stopped and stood aside blankly, as if its soul had been sucked away.

The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Yu Ran wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, walked to the coffin and looked inside.

It was pitch black in the coffin.

He raised his head and said to Yan Shiche, "I'll lie in and have a look."

Seeing that the other party did not answer, he continued: "After I go in, you close the coffin. If I want to come out, I knock on the coffin three times, and you open it for me."

"No." Mr. Bodyguard, who has always been obedient, suddenly rejected the employer's request.

The dagger in his hand was scalding to death, Yan Shiche didn't think it was a good omen.

The one in front of him seemed to be rebellious and hadn't passed puberty yet. He always wanted to pursue excitement, which brought a lot of unnecessary troubles to his work.

Yu Ran didn't listen to him, "I have the final say."

"Then cover it yourself." The man remained expressionless.

"I paid you."

"That's why I have to let you out alive." Yan Shiche evoked a warm smile, "Boss, if you are dead, who will pay me?"

For a while, the two couldn't stop arguing, and neither of them planned to listen to the other.

Yu Ran looked at Mr. Bodyguard in front of him with an uneasy expression, obviously a little angry.

"...Okay, okay." Yan Shiche surrendered, "I'll give you 2 minutes. After 2 minutes, whether you like it or not, I will force you to come out."

Yu Ran pondered for a moment, then nodded, reluctantly compromising.

He stretched out his hand and twirled at the bottom of the coffin, there was no dust or dirt, so he lay down decisively, waiting for Yan Shiche to close the coffin lid.

The last crack of the coffin was closed, Yu Ran took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, what would he do if he were Feng Yue.

She was burned alive in the coffin, and she was in excruciating pain. She knocked on the coffin in pain, wanting to go out and stay away from the fire of Shura.

Sawdust stuck into the nails, the blood was burned dry, wailing, asking for help, crying... No one answered.

She was the one who was sacrificed - the victim who was brutally murdered after being vented!

Yu Ran's fingertips touched the deep scratches inside the coffin lid, each of which was messy and disorderly, falling madly and paranoidly, desperately begging for life outside.

He gasped for breath, as if he himself was being framed in a coffin, being burned by the fire...

No...it's so hot, Yu Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and the scorching air in the coffin surrounded him. This is not an illusion, but the real heat!

Yu Ran knocked on the coffin lid and asked Yan Shiche for help, but no one answered after a long time.

"Yan—" Yu Ran closed his mouth stiffly, and when he tried to speak again, he couldn't hear anything.

It was as if his mouth was no longer his, and the eyelids on his face were no longer his, and his consciousness drooped down into darkness, unable to speak or hear, and the surrounding time and space were all frozen.

Gradually, he felt his body turned into a weightless white paper, flying up to the sky helplessly, circling in the air.

In an instant, the illusion of being light and floating disappeared out of thin air, and the sudden weightlessness pressed on Yu Ran's chest, and he fell down firmly, like being pressed by a ghost in a dream, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't struggle.

At the same time as he fell, the darkness quickly moved away from his sight, and a dazzling white light pierced into his eyes, and the pupils were stung by the strong light.

Yu Ran sat up in surprise, but found that his body was still out of control.

All the pictures in front of me have the faint film feel of old movies, but they are extremely real, as if they were there.

He's not in the coffin, it's the second-floor cabin of the carpenter's shop.

Warm yellow light pours in from the windows, illuminating the entire room brightly.

He was sitting at the long table by the window, holding an embroidery needle in his hand.

He doesn't know how to sew anything at all, but he skillfully puts the thin thread in his hand into the needle, into a black button, and sews eyes for the doll in his hand.

Strictly speaking, this is actually not his hand. The hand in front of him is very petite, with even more slender and delicate fingers, and the joints are also very delicate.

Yu Ran raised his head uncontrollably, and a delicate and gentle female face was reflected on the pink plastic round mirror.

It's Feng Yue.

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