Chapter 58: Famine Mountain Village (1/2)

The coffin closed again with a ”bang--”.

Everyone in the temple looked at each other and didn't understand what was going on.

Xu Su and Xu Sen who were standing by were both stunned, and hurriedly went up to try to pry them apart. Many newcomers also gathered around to help.

It's a pity that a dozen people worked hard, but the coffin lid still seemed to be nailed to the top of the coffin, and there was no way to pry it open.

After a long time, someone trembled and asked: ”Then...that Yin Po is not, dead, dead?”

Yes, everyone has seen it, not only saw it, but also touched it. There is absolutely no life at all. The corpse is still completely different, and the dead can't die again.

But everyone just saw clearly that the white-haired youth was clearly pulled in by a strong force.

Could it be true that this is a corpse, as the black Azan said? !

The barrage also started frantically refreshing the screen.

[I rely on relying on it, has this corpse of the yin woman changed, Gan, it’s scary]

【what? ? The magician's mission failed? No! 】

[This is all pulled in, look at the surface of the coffin quietly, it should be a lot of good luck, some wax. jpg]

[I don’t know, the main system doesn’t give a prompt either. Generally, there are prompts for the completion or failure of the main task. If you die, you have to give a quasi-trust, I am dizzy.]

[What the **** is going on, touch my bewildered little brain. jpg]

After realizing that the coffin had been opened from the inside and was wrapped around the cold and extremely tough puppet silk, Zong Jiu secretly said a bad cry in his heart.

But what he didn't expect was that he would be dragged into it so directly.

The strength was so strong that it could not be resisted, and between the electric light and flint, when he reacted, the scarlet coffin lid had crashed down like a jack.

Zong Jiu: ”...”

The darkness inside the coffin was cramped and narrow.

He is an adult man, more than 1.8 meters, after being pulled in, he only feels that his hands and feet are difficult to use.

However, these puppet threads still seemed to be fixed. They were different from the easily torn threads on the top of Anthony's head. None of them were difficult to shake, directly trapping his hands to his back indiscriminately.

In such a short time of less than one second, the white-haired youth became fish on the chopping board, and was slammed on the cold chest by the force of force.

By now, Zong Jiu was also angrily laughed.

This is all lying in the coffin, and finally it is in negative distance with Yin Po's corpse, right? But the main system was as quiet as a chicken, without a word, and there was no intention to tell him that he had completed the main task.

This can only show one problem, that is, the corpse of Yin Po was stolen away, or it was placed elsewhere, or in short, it was not in the coffin.

He was careless too. Since the devil controlled the black Azan, even if it was controlled slightly, it would not be without a target. Unexpectedly, putting Yin Po's body in the coffin is not to increase his difficulty, but to catch turtles in an urn.

Zong Jiu thought that he had pitted No.1, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a backhand. What is this called? I often walk by the river. Are there any wet shoes?

Zong Jiu didn't speak, but the devil looked at his changed expressions with interest.

The space inside the coffin is so big, even if this coffin is much larger than an ordinary coffin, it is not more than enough for two people to lie in it. So inevitably, the bodies of the two of them overlap each other.

One is warm and the other is cold. Such as scorching heat and severe cold, do not meet each other. If anyone saw it, maybe they thought it was two couples who were buried together.

”What? I dare to attack my puppet, but I didn't expect the consequences?”

The man gave a chuckle.

He lazily played with the end of the white hair that hung over his chest with one hand, and slid one hand onto the young man's graceful jaw.

Zong Jiu snorted coldly, ”Unexpectedly, your Excellency No.1 will save your dignity and lower your nobility, and use the authority to solve my little C-level.”

Did you say that Zong Jiu didn't expect it?

Actually it was expected.

His ability is just against the devil, and he broke ground on No.1 again and again. Zong Jiu killed his puppet twice, this is not a child's playhouse, how could he be so naive that he thought the other party hadn't wanted to kill him.

However, what Zong Jiuzhen didn't expect was that the devil had to chase for thousands of miles without hesitating to use authority.

As far as the devil is concerned, the status of the mentor is not high, and low is not low. Zong Jiu guessed that his identity is very restricted, otherwise he would not be threatened to fold in Las Vegas.

So he really didn't guess that no.1 actually dared to openly defy the rules of the main system and appeared in this copy as a real body.

The puppet silk of the master is much harder to do than the puppet silk that manipulates the puppet.

Zong Jiu secretly used his strength behind his back for a long time, unable to loosen his hands even a little bit, let alone liberating, and could only weakly press his elbow on the surface of the coffin.

The demon raised his eyebrows, did not break his useless little movements, but lowered his voice, ”Because you are so...so interesting.”

It's so interesting, I can't help but want to be destroyed by myself.

The white gloves slid along the jawline to the slender swan neck.

The fabric rubbed against the pale skin with a cold touch, arousing dangerous tremors.

Undoubtedly, the neck is absolutely a dangerous zone for humans.

The devil was very satisfied to see that the pale pink pupils suddenly shrank subconsciously, and even the collarbone sank as his chest tense, glowing with a lovely light color.

Like a cat that blows up when in danger.

He thought casually.

But the cat in front of him is much more dangerous.

The narrow dark golden eyes were narrowed, and the man suddenly bent his knees, as if inadvertently, leaning against the young man's chest impartially, forcing the latter to raise his head slightly.

Their two hairs overlapped intimately, black and white.

The force exerted made Zong Jiu forced to raise his head in this posture.

He felt that the back of his head had touched the lid of the coffin, but no matter how hard he moved upward, he couldn't lift the lid of the coffin halfway up.

The man touched the back of the young man's neck intimately through his gloves, whispering.

”What to do, I suddenly feel a little reluctant to kill you.”

Compared with words that seem to contain ambiguous words, they are cold fingers that suddenly tightened.