Chapter Seventy-Two: Claustrophobia
The terrifying picture has been lingering in front of me. Instinctively, Xu Lang's breathing became a little short.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it, it's an empty coffin, there's nothing but me, nothing exists......"
Like self-hypnosis, he desperately tried to convince himself not to be cranky, "As long as I stay up until dawn, I will win this game......"
But it's not that simple.
The more I don't want to think about it, the more bizarre pictures emerge.
At this time, Xu Lang regretted seeing the surrounding environment clearly, and he was really curious to kill the cat.
Now, even if he couldn't see anything, he still vaguely felt that each of those blood words was like a resentful eye, staring at him viciously in the dark.
And the humanoid imprint infiltrated by the corpse fluid under his body made him toss and turn.
He had the illusion that the other party seemed to have come back to life, and was holding himself in his arms with open arms, and what was lying under him was no longer a cold coffin board, but a rotting and pus-bleeding corpse of rotting flesh......
It's not that he hasn't been alone in the dark, on the contrary, after taking over Midnight Park, he likes to think about the future alone in the dark night.
He thought he was no longer afraid of the dark, but only now did he realize how naΓ―ve and arrogant his thoughts were.
Being alone in a silent claustrophobic space was the most terrifying challenge he had ever faced.
He felt that he could no longer think normally, let alone sleep, and the only thing he could do was to keep silently counting his pulse, trying to calculate the time of dawn.
Unfortunately, after a long time, his pulse also became confused due to tension, and he completely lost his perception of time.
Holding on a little longer, he couldn't even feel the existence of space.
The walls of the coffin around him were infinitely far away, and he felt as if he had sunk into the depths of the sea, and his five senses were completely useless, leaving only darkness and suffocation, turning into Taoist shackles, dragging him into the abyss full of blood......
"Whoop, whoop......" The sound of rough breathing accelerated.
Xu Lang didn't know how long he had been in the coffin, and how long it would be before dawn, he could only feel that the air in the coffin, which was not clean in the first place, was becoming more and more turbid.
A strong feeling of suffocation, like an invisible hand, grabbed his throat and forced him to gasp for breath, but the feeling of tightness in his chest became worse and worse, like an invisible stone pressing on his chest.
He was like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging, greedily sucking every trace of oxygen flowing through his mouth and nose, green tendons burst up from his forehead, and his originally tense hands and feet gradually lost their strength and relaxed.
The double torture of physical and psychological made him almost unconscious, and there was only boundless fear left in his heart.
He finally realized what it was like for those who were buried alive, and the despair of not seeing any way out was enough for anyone to be driven crazy before they died!
The little remaining consciousness reminded him that he was on the verge of death!
"Crunch, crunch, ......"
Xu Lang frowned unconsciously in the chaos, yes, there is a voice? He wasn't sure. He was afraid that it was an auditory hallucination, as if countless visions had already floated before his eyes.
"Crunch, crunch, ......"
The voice reappeared, sharp and piercing. actually pulled Xu Lang's near-death consciousness back a little.
This is?
Is this someone picking at a plank with their fingernails?
The sound is so close.
Xu Lang was frightened all of a sudden, even though his brain was already groggy, he could still hear it clearly, and the sound sounded from the inner wall of the coffin.
In other words, something is being sealed in this coffin with him!
He subconsciously thought of the original owner of this coffin, as well as the desperate blood words he carved on his deathbed!
Fear grabbed Xu Lang's heart that was about to stop.
He had heard the ghost woman say that many ghosts would repeat what they did at the moment before they died in the place where they died, and for the owner of this coffin, carving his resentment with his fingernails is not exactly the scene he repeats day after day?
This terrifying thought suddenly turned into the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and Xu Lang suddenly got up and desperately pounded the coffin board above his head!
"Let me out! Let me out! Ahem! β
The muffled sound of "bang bang" spread far in the darkness and echoed in the tunnel.
Although the sound of rubbing the coffin board stopped, the oxygen he consumed also multiplied, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.
But no matter how hard he tried, the coffin board was as if it had been cast to death by molten iron, and it didn't move at all, not to mention that he couldn't exert much strength in the narrow coffin!
At the moment when he was about to completely lose consciousness, he punched with all his might, as if he had touched something, and in the darkness, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking, and a little blue spark ignited from the scar on the back of his hand, and disappeared in a flash.
"Humph!" A low, muffled grunt seemed to come from the darkness far away.
However, Xu Lang couldn't hear it at all, he didn't even notice the abnormality on the back of his hand, and his heart was full of only fear of death and attachment to life.
The next moment, the coffin lid, which was originally cast like iron, suddenly slipped open a crack, and a breath of fresh air poured in!
"Ahh
Xu Lang sat up like a corpse, poked his head out of the coffin, and breathed in the flowing air.
But before a trace of joy of escaping death rose in his heart, he suddenly felt a shock to the coffin board under his buttocks, and he was ejected, flying a few meters away, and fell into the cold, sour black water with his feet facing the sky!
The cold touch made Xu Lang refreshed and completely sobered up, but he didn't care about the stench lingering on the tip of his nose, and gasped and laughed frantically, because on the water in front of him, a layer of golden waves was rippling!
That's the reflected sunshine!
A ray of golden morning sun poured in from the mouth of the tunnel, and the reflection of the sunlight pierced his eyes.
Everything is like a world away.
"Hahaha...... Survived! I survived! β
Xu Lang didn't care about his current embarrassment at all, half-leaning his body, laughing insolently, laughing until tears flowed down his face, and snot flowed down.
"Hmph, you're in luck." The spirit officer's voice came from behind him.
Xu Lang's body stiffened, and his laughter stopped abruptly, and he remembered that in a place close to him, there was a great power that could take his life at any time!
"Hehe, thank you Lingguan seniors for their mercy." He turned his head, touched his snot, and smiled wryly.
At this time, the coffin seemed to be hiding from the sun, and shrank some distance deeper into the tunnel, and the overall outline was hidden in the shadows, and only the white human-faced fungus could be seen, revealing a stupid expression on the surface of the human face.
"I'm sick to death." The spirit officer's voice was full of disgust, "I don't have any mercy on my subordinates, it's your shit luck." β
The spirit officer's voice was cold and indifferent, but in the next moment, his indifferent tone suddenly collapsed, and he shouted angrily: "So bold! β
Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, and then with a "bang", the coffin shook, and spit out something the size of a palm.
He could see clearly that it was the phone he had left in the coffin.
However, the mobile phone at this moment is shining with blood that has never been seen before.
The terrible blood light surged in waves, like the raging waves of the sea, illuminating most of the tunnel, and even the light of the morning sun was briefly suppressed, only the dark shadow could be maintained in the square inch next to the coffin.
"Die!"
Lu Xuefei's resentful voice came from the mobile phone, and then, endless black hair and blood rushed out of the mobile phone screen.
She seems to have been holding back for a long time, and all her anger has found an outlet at this moment!
"Miss Lu!" Xu Lang was shocked.
"Get out of the way!" Lu Xuefei let out a long howl violently, the howl was like crying and complaining, and it was full of endless anger and resentment.
Maybe it was because the coffin blocked her contact with Xu Lang before, which made her feel that she had lost face, so now she seems to be extremely angry, and the offensive is as fierce as a flood that bursts the embankment!
Xu Lang was still sitting on the ground, instinctively moving his ass backwards, wanting to stay away from the battlefield. But in the limited space, the distance he could leave was very limited, and the next moment, he was drowned by Lu Xuefei's blood and long hair.
And the moment before his vision was flooded with blood, he saw that the eyes of the human face fungus also began to shed bloody tears!
"Good boy, no wonder you dare to come to my door, it turns out that there is a big power next to you! Okay, I'm going to try you! "Suddenly attacked, the spirit officer is obviously not a good-tempered person, and the suppressed anger in his voice seems to be about to burn out the Nine Heavens.
Rumble!
Although Xu Lang couldn't see the expression on the human face, he could still feel a monstrous anger rushing to his face, but it was easily resolved by Lu Xuefei.
Countless strands of hair surged around him like a tsunami.
The torrent of hair slid across his body, causing him to feel a cold and silky touch all over his body, like being licked/kissed by a poisonous snake.
But when they converge into a river and flow through the void, they can make a loud grinding sound like a soul-locking chain.
The hair swayed, and it actually tore the resentment of the spirit officer!
"Good skills!" The Spirit Officer's voice had an angry smile, "Then try this again!" β
When the words fell, a loud "rumble" sounded, and the heavy coffin lid slipped open inch by inch, and the black gas inside the coffin surged, and a terrible roar came out of it, like a dormant trapped beast, about to break free......