waited until the second half of the night, the two people in the hall fell asleep, and the old Liu Tou also snored evenly, Wu Feng originally wanted to go out to practice again, but he imagined that he was still forgetting, mainly because the time was too late, he couldn't practice for long at all, and the sky was about to dawn, besides, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he dared to go for a day, and now he is a little sleepy.

Wu Feng slowly closed his eyes, and after thinking about the Yin and Yang Eight Combination Immeasurable Washing Pulp Sutra for a while, his consciousness began to drift a little, listening to the snoring sound inside and outside the house, he suddenly felt very sleepy and sleepy.

Suddenly, Wu Feng felt that something bad was wrong, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a dark space, even if he tried to open his eyes wide, he couldn't see anything, the endless darkness engulfed him, Wu Feng was very frightened in his heart, reminded himself not to panic, stretched out his hand to grope carefully, and found that there was something around him, it was a wall, Wu Feng knocked it with his hand, and made a "knock" sound, as if it was a wooden plank, and stretched out his hand again, and touched it in another direction, it was still a wooden plank, and then it was the top of his head, More than half a foot away from his head, Wu Feng reached out and touched it, and it was also a thick layer of wood.

Finally, Wu Feng knew where he was, and he didn't know when, he was sealed in a coffin, and the dull sound from the coffin board told him that he was buried deep underground.

The boundless sense of fear quickly gathered from all directions, wrapping Wu Feng tightly, what happened to him? I was lying there sleeping just now, but I was confined in the coffin in a blink of an eye, where did Lao Liu go? Where did the yellow-haired monkey go? And Mr. Fang, where did the family go?

Many questions lingered in his heart, Wu Feng fumbled around in the coffin in fear and panic, hoping to find his own things, the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, the Corpse Ruler, and the Maoshan Emperor Bell, there was nothing, where did he go?

Wu Feng was sweating and wanted to sit up, but his body couldn't sit up at all, this space was too small, and it was difficult to raise his head.

Is this a dream? Why does this feel so real, and what's going on here?

As time passed, Wu Feng suddenly had a new fear, because the air in this coffin was getting thinner and thinner, and Wu Feng already felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and he breathed heavily, like a fish thrown on the shore.

After a while, this feeling of suffocation became even stronger, Wu Feng's chest was about to explode, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and hit the coffin board hard, and wanted to use the feminine palm that his grandfather taught him to break the coffin, but he found that the dantian was empty, and he couldn't do it at all.

Finally, Wu Feng stopped struggling, his chest really seemed to explode, he couldn't breathe, his hands kept scratching the coffin board, his fingernails were scratching blood, and he could feel his eyeballs bulging out, was he going to die?

And he was suffocated alive in a coffin, I'm afraid this should be one of the most cruel ways to die in the world, right?

In the haze, a ray of light appeared in the darkness, and a thick black rendering was spread, just above his eyes, a large cloud of gray hair first appeared in front of his eyes, and then, a miserable white, distorted face, a wrinkled face, eyes full of malice and resentment, just stared at Wu Feng so tightly.