I opened my eyes and woke up to find myself lying in the dark. I was about to sit up, but my head slammed and I bumped into something. I was in the same position, and then I realized that I was lying in a rectangular box. The box may be about two meters long, less than 60 centimeters high, and 40 centimeters wide, and in such a small space, I can hardly do anything other than lie on my back.

I reached out and tried to push the lid on my head, but with all my strength, the lid still didn't move.

There was silence all around, what the hell is this place? Where the hell am I? Who put me in this?

I touched it, and the tentacles were angular and cold. It dawned on me that I was probably lying in a coffin right now. Thinking about this, I started to panic. I remember watching a movie when I was a kid about a man who died and was buried in a coffin, but a few days later, he came back to life and was suffocated alive in a coffin. His dying struggle and despair are still very impressive to me.

Am I going to stage such a tragedy today?

I told myself to calm down, I slowly regulated my breathing, let myself relax, and then slowly remembered. My last memory is that Kuanzi, Tie Ying, and Xiaoxue and I were captured by a group of white corpse babies who were summoning Yin soldiers in the process. I don't remember what happened after that.

Have I been killed by those corpses, and they have buried me here?

It's impossible to think about. If these corpses find out that I am dead, it would be good if they didn't eat my corpse, and why would they be so kind to bury me.

The only people who can be so attentive and buy me a coffin of such good quality and sleep so comfortably are Tie Ying, Kuanzi, and Xiaoxue.

Looks like they thought I was dead and buried me.

I get angry when I think of this, what do you say that Tie Ying and Xiaoxue also used to be doctors, and they couldn't serve snacks when they fucking checked me, and Lao Tzu was not dead yet, so he sealed me alive in the coffin.

Now the crux of the matter is, did they bury me? If I'm already buried, I'll basically be declared a death sentence, and I don't have to toss around, just wait for my fucking death so quietly!

If I hadn't been buried, maybe I would have had a chance to live!

I reached out and looked around to see if there were any funerary objects in the coffin. On my left hand, there was a round plate, and as soon as I touched it, the thing lit up.

I took it and looked at it, only to realize that it was actually a compass. This compass seems to be made of a special stone, and when you touch it, it actually emits a bright light.

With the light, I could finally be sure that I was indeed wearing a shroud and lying in a stone coffin.

I looked closely inside the coffin and realized that there was a walking stick on my right hand. I picked up the cane and looked at it, only to see that this cane was the same as the scepter of the twelve knights of the Taoyuan Society that I had seen before, the only difference was that what I saw before was a bull's head staff and a rat's head staff, and now the snake head staff I had in my hand was a snake's head staff.

I remember that the Snake Nest was the branch in charge of assassination and punishment in the Taoyuan Society, and the snake head staff was the scepter of the Snake King, one of the twelve knights of the Taoyuan Society.

I couldn't help but feel very sad when I thought that Tie Ying, Kuanzi and Xiaoxue would not hesitate to take the risk of bringing a snake-headed cane to me for the funeral.

But why would they do it?

The compass and the snakehead staff were not my favorite things in life.

I'm shouting in my heart, Lao Tie, I've been born and died with you for so long, you can't get something reliable for me to bury. For example, knives, guns, or whatever, so I can have a tool to pry this sarcophagus open!

Anyway, they would have thought of burying me with these things. Could it be that I died at the hands of the snake nest of the Taoyuan Society, and they went to avenge me, and then brought the snake's head staff as a trophy for me to bury. With the character of Hiroko and Tetsuei, such a possibility is very high.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel warm.

There are still such good friends in the world worthy of my cherishing and attachment, I can't die yet, I don't want to die yet, I haven't loved them enough, I haven't lived enough!

Thinking of this, I picked up the snake-headed staff with my right hand, struck the sarcophagus fiercely, and shouted, help!

I knew that if I had been buried in the ground at this point, almost no one would have heard my cries for help. But now, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, I'm going to give it a try.

I tapped in the coffin for a long time, but I didn't hear any response, and when my right hand got tired, I switched to my left. After rotating like this a few times, I only felt that my hands were sore, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my hands.

The more I tap, the cooler my heart becomes!

I had to stop tapping. At the moment I just feel dry mouth, unusually thirsty, and my body is in dire need of hydration after such a long period of activity.

I tapped for a while, then took a break, gradually, I don't know how long it took, I only knew that I had slept three long times, and each time I woke up I only felt more and more tired, and my breathing gradually became difficult, my eyelids began to sink, my vision began to blur, and my consciousness began to be confused.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I seemed to faintly hear someone's voice coming from outside the coffin. I couldn't help but listen to a spirit, at first I thought it was my auditory hallucinations, I learned to be wide, and gave myself two palms, and the whole person couldn't help but sober up a lot.

At this time, the voice of speech coming from outside the coffin became clearer.

When I heard this, my heart was excited, as if a person who was about to sink to the bottom of the water grabbed a life-saving straw, picked up the snake-headed cane with both hands, and violently struck the coffin board, making a violent sound of "Dengdenden". Dust falling from the slate permeated the sarcophagus. But now I can't control that much, I have to let the people outside hear.

This is my only chance to stay alive.

After a burst of knocking and shouting, the outside of the coffin fell silent.

Didn't they hear my cry? Impossible, if I could hear them, they should be able to hear me banging on the coffin and my cries for help?

Or did they hear me and were scared away?

I was thinking wildly, when suddenly, with a loud bang, the coffin board above my head suddenly opened, and a bright light shone into the coffin and shone on my face.

The coffin was opened.

A man stuck his head out and stared at me. I saw him stretch out a hand to me and say, Master Pan, welcome back.

At this moment, I couldn't help but cry with joy! The feeling of escaping death will not be understood by those who have not experienced it! Just like people who have not experienced the test of life and death will not understand the preciousness of life.