Chapter 8: The Living Man in the Coffin

(The exam starts today, so from today until I get home on the evening of the 16th, there is something wrong with the disconnection of the network, and I can only keep changing it.) In terms of time, it may be really late. ）

Damn, could it be that the sound came from the dragon coffin in the hall? My back was cold, and I turned my head to see the fat man. But after twisting it, I found that the fat man's hand covering my mouth was very strong, and I couldn't succeed at once.

When the fat man noticed that I was moving, he booed in my ear and whispered, "Don't talk, there's movement down there." ”

I nodded, indicating that I knew there was a noise down there. And at the same time, he also said that if the fat man doesn't let go, I will be covered to death.

The fat man saw that I knew what he meant, so he let go of his hand, then took the flashlight and wrapped it in his clothes, and turned it on, and slowly touched it towards the edge of the attic.

Seeing the little light emitted after the flashlight was wrapped in clothes, I slowly felt some bottom in my heart, and I slowly touched it behind the fat man.

When we lay down in the attic corridor and looked down, I noticed that the dragon coffin in the middle had been opened at some point. I looked at the fat man and asked him what was going on with my mouth. The fat man also stared at the dragon coffin with a confused expression.

"Could it be that someone is buried in the coffin?" The fat man asked me with a mouth shape.

I shook my head, and my heart said it couldn't be. Anyone who has attended a funeral should know that if there is a person in the coffin, there will be a special smell around the coffin. It's hard to describe, but once you've smelled it, you'll be able to remember it. But I didn't smell it when I came in.

The fat man looked at me and thought about it, and seemed to think of the question I had just thought of. So he frowned and asked me again: "Judging by the coffin lid turned to the side, it definitely didn't open from the outside." As he spoke, the fat man glanced at the coffin again: "There can only be one situation." "At this point, the fat man stopped talking, and just looked at me.

I think I can guess what the fat man said. If someone didn't open the lid of the coffin from the outside, it meant that there was actually a person hiding inside the coffin. And also a living person. It was he who opened the lid from inside the coffin.

Damn, this ancestral house has been abandoned for so many years, and there are still people living in it? And the man still lives inside the coffin? Thinking about it, I felt my pores open all over my body, and shivered like waves that spread from head to toe.

"Are you sure this is your ancestral home?" The fat man asked me, staring at the coffin below. But this time he had already asked a voice: "Why the hell is this still living in a coffin?" Vampires? ”

When I heard the fat man say that, I became angry. I just wanted to scold back, but I found that the fat man suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture not to speak.

I have subconsciously taken this gesture of the fat man as a first-level combat alarm. So as soon as I saw the fat man's hand raised, I was almost immediately alert.

The fat man pointed to his ears and motioned for me to listen carefully.

I listened closely. Sure enough, a "knock, knock, knock" sound reached my ears. And the sound was as if you were stepping on a wooden floor, very dull.

Where is the wood floor? I thought about it a little bit in my head, and I was instantly confused.

In this ancestral house, except for the attic we have now, there are no planks anywhere else!

The fat man seemed to be aware of this, but I found that he was frozen in place. The two of us just lay on the wooden floor of the attic, with our backs to the wooden door of the attic and looked at the coffin beneath the hall. No one dared to look back for the first time.

"Fatty," I called him.

The fat man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded slightly, and replied to me in a trembling voice: "Fat man, I heard it." And this thing is still coming closer. ”

"What then? What to do with him? I asked the fat man.

The fat man took a deep breath: "We have to reason with Confucius, and we have to talk about force with Sun Tzu." As he spoke, the fat man slowly drew his dagger: "If you want to do it, do it." Fat man, I'm not such a passive person. As I spoke, I saw the fat man stand up suddenly, and shook off the clothes covering the flashlight in his hand, and the dazzling light shone directly behind me. If you are a normal person, and you are directly irradiated by a flashlight in such a dark environment, even if you are not blind, you will be blind for a while. But the expected scream did not come, but I heard the fat man say "um" in question, and then I felt a pair of hands push my back. I was pushed off the attic before I could react.

Luckily, the coffin in the hall was right below us, and I fell straight into it after being pushed down. Although the quilt in the coffin cushioned me for a while, my hands and feet inevitably hit the edge of the coffin. A sharp pain followed by a tingling sensation went straight to the central nervous system, and I almost fainted.

I was pushed like this, and I was temporarily incapacitated. I had to lie on my back in the coffin and watch the fat man and the thing fight in the attic.

However, it is worth noting that although I fell ****, my brain is still clear. While the fat man was waving a flashlight to attack, I saw the general appearance of the other party.

This is a person, an absolutely living person. Although I don't know why he lived in such a coffin as a living man, judging by the fact that he was able to dodge every attack of the fat man, he was a living man. It is impossible for a dead man to have such a flexible skill.

"Fatty! He is a living man! Get him! I exclaimed to the fat man with a sigh of relief.

"I still need to say it!" The fat man shouted, "If you're fucking okay, come up and help the fat man!" ”

I rolled my eyes, and said to myself, my mother's fall from such a high place is about to fall apart, how can I help you. But the man who attacked us didn't seem to have any scruples about the fat man's shouting. After a few back and forth offensive and defensive exchanges, the fat man gradually fell behind.

In less than a minute, the fat man was kicked directly in the chest by the man because of an oversight. The fat man grew a whole body of fat, and although this kick didn't hurt him, it still kicked the fat man back a few steps.

The man saw that the fat man had taken a few steps back, and a harrier had rolled over and rolled straight down from the attic, and rushed in front of me in a few steps.

I thought he would raise the knife and drop me directly, and I was just about to shout for a hero to spare my life, but I didn't expect this person to directly lift the coffin lid on the side and lock me in the coffin without saying a word.

They didn't even kill me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt a sense of relief and a hint of disappointment at the same time. I can't move now, I can't kick open the lid of the coffin to chase him. And the fat man didn't have to think about it, with his body weight jumping from the attic, if he was not careful, his leg would definitely be broken.

By the time the fat man finally came down from the attic and lifted the lid of the coffin over my head, the man was long gone.

The fat man helped me up and walked a few steps, and when I got used to the pain in my hands and feet, he walked out the door and looked, and when I walked out slowly, the fat man looked back at me and said, "There is no shadow." ”

I leaned on the door frame and looked around, and I was just thinking that it was a pity. But when I saw the big well on the floor at the door, I knew where the man had gone.