This happened so fast that the moment I fell, the people around me didn't even have time to turn back, and then I heard a muffled bang, and my eyes went black, as if the coffin lid was closed. Even if I am wearing a mask at this moment, I can still clearly feel the old ** breath in the coffin.

I knew that there was a trick, and after I collapsed in the coffin, I didn't say a word, and immediately raised my foot and kicked the lid of the coffin.

My body has always been good, when I was a child, I worked on the construction site, and then went to the mountains and went to the countryside to pour mountain goods, even if I did business later, I pushed the cup and changed the lamp all day long, and I did not leave the exercise behind. I used a lot of force to kick the whole coffin lid, and there was a muffled thud.

I kicked the door, and the lid of the coffin that had just been closed was pushed up with a crack, but the coffin was made of unknown material, and it was extremely heavy. Through this momentary gap, I discovered a phenomenon that shocked me, because through the crack in the coffin, I found that there was no one outside the coffin!

From the time I was pulled into the coffin, to the time I kicked the coffin board, my reaction was so quick that I could pack the ticket, absolutely no more than ten seconds. And before I entered the coffin, Gu Wenmin, Tofu and others were all standing on the edge of the coffin, how could they disappear without a trace in ten seconds? Under normal circumstances, after finding out that I was trapped in a coffin, shouldn't everyone gather around the coffin to rescue me?

What about them? Where have the people gone?

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and it was only a momentary effort, and in the next second, the whole coffin was tightly closed again. The coffin was pitch black, and the strange ** breath rushed straight to the brain through the gas mask, the smell was very strange, like the smell of rotting corpses, and like the smell of wood rotting, mixed together, very unpleasant, if there was no gas mask on the face, I am afraid that I would be smoked to death directly!

As soon as this thought flashed, suddenly, the hand that had been trapped in me was removed from my chest and towards my face, and I chuckled in my heart, and a sense of foreboding arose, and then I remembered that I still had a dagger in my hand, and I didn't care so much about it immediately, so I immediately broke those hands, and was ready to cut them off with the dagger as soon as I removed my hand.

Who knew that the strength of those two hands was infinite, like two iron hoops, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't struggle. In an instant, those hands had touched my face, and despite the gas mask, I still had the illusion that those hands covered with corpse oil were caressing my skin.

The matter is too bizarre, the zongzi in the coffin actually learned to sneak attack. It suddenly occurred to me that the Japanese who disappeared after entering the tomb were not found some secret passages, but were dragged into coffins and killed. As soon as I thought of this possibility, I felt cold and my hair stood on end, and I thought of the pattern on the coffin, and said in my heart: This is actually nine coffins that can eat people, and the figure pattern with masks on the coffin, is it a coincidence, or is the coffin itself a problem?

How could the ancients more than 2,000 years ago carve our shape on the coffin in advance?

Something is wrong, this is beyond the scope of common sense, and I even wonder if this qiē is my own hallucination. In the current situation, I can't think too much about it, it's futile to think about it, and going out at this time is the most important thing. The next second, the hands touched my mask, and then I felt it take my mask off.

The moment I took off my gas mask, my reaction was to throw up.

No one can stand this smell, as if sleeping in a group of rotting corpses, in addition to the smell of rotting corpses, there is an even more unpleasant smell mixed in, there was a gas mask before, the smell can also be tolerated, but when the gas mask was taken off by those hands, the smell that rushed into the nasal cavity directly irritated my throat and stomach, almost instantly, I turned my head and vomited.

It's so disgusting and disgusting, people start to vomit while they're still lying down, and all the filth gets on their faces, and I want to stop, but the smell keeps rushing to my nose.

It was not simply unpleasant, but beyond the limits of the human sense of smell, and in an instant, I couldn't help but hold my breath, because I was sure that if I continued to smell that smell, I was afraid that I would not only vomit, but also smoke to death.

This should not be a simple smell, this smell is like biogas, which is constantly fermenting and eventually producing toxic gases. This analogy should be more appropriate, the moment you hold your breath, the feeling of vomiting is not so obvious. The coffin was pitch black, and I didn't want to stay for a moment, and the hands kept touching my face, covering my face with corpse oil and original vomit.

I don't know how a normal person would react in this situation, probably as Tofu said, I'm already a complete pervert, so at this moment, in addition to fear and disgust, I have more thoughts of resistance, I am not a person who sits still, years of survival experience tell me that only by taking the initiative can I seize more opportunities.

The hands pressed my face, and my fingers even tried to reach into my mouth, and I gritted my teeth and felt something pressing under my body. I can be sure that there is a person under my body, which should be the zongzi that pulled me into the coffin. I was stimulated just now, and now my heart is dark, so I came up with a solution.

The corpse dies and pounces on people, it is for evil, commonly known as cheating the corpse, the jargon of tomb robbery is hard zongzi, and the formless and qualitative ghosts, we generally call soft zongzi.

It is said that the reason why the hard zongzi will raise the corpse is all because of the water and soil. To put it simply, people are popular, and ghosts have ghosts. Zongzi cheats the corpse, that is, he is popular and angry. This anger may be because of the local water and soil, or it may be disturbed by the living, as long as the anger is released, the zongzi will naturally not dare to make trouble.

This anger gathers in the throat, and it is easy to deal with it if you find the right way.

These thoughts are only in an instant, I have already experienced, and now I calmed down, and no longer kicked the coffin lid in vain, but held the dagger tightly, felt the figure of the zongzi under me in the dark, and prepared to insert the zongzi's neck with my backhand. But this time, I actually plugged in, and it was only then that I discovered the creepy thing that I had been ignoring.

My current posture is equivalent to pressing on a hard dumpling, it is under me, my hands are shackled to me, it stands to reason that my head should also rest on its head at this time, and it can even be said directly that the back of my head may be facing its nose. Under normal circumstances, I should be able to feel the back of my head, because the human head is hard, and the head of the zongzi is harder. But after inserting it at this moment, it didn't hit the neck of the zongzi, and I realized that something was wrong...... The back of my head was not resting on the diaphragm's head, but on a soft object, like a shrouded futon or something.

So...... Where did the heads go?

Could it be that the zongzi that I am pressing under my back now is actually a headless zongzi?

My heart was pounding, and my first reaction was impossible, because it was very clear in my grandfather's notebook that incomplete corpses could also be turned into zongzi, but there were three kinds of corpses that could not be raised, which was somewhat similar to the 'three non-rushes' in Xiangxi. In Grandpa's work notes, headless corpses can't be cheated on, because they have no throat and no mouth, and they can't lock their lives. The corpse that was killed by lightning could not be raised, and the corpse of Xiangxi thought that the corpse that was killed by lightning would be scattered, so it could not be rushed, but the saying in the inverted fighting world was different.

Thunder is the righteousness of heaven and earth, and there are books and clouds: thunder is angry, deters evil ghosts, and is the righteousness of the six qi. The corpse that has been struck by lightning, the corpse will be full of thunder, what the thunder is, I can't tell, anyway, that's what the notes say. There is thunder qi wrapped in the corpse, and no yin and yang qi can get close, and the corpse is naturally impossible to explode.

In addition to the headless corpse and the thunder corpse, the third type is called the corpse of capital punishment, such as the corpse of the broken bones and ashes, or the person who was subjected to capital punishment before death, cut off his ears and eyes, and cut off his feet and hands, it is naturally difficult to get up the corpse.

However, I can't clearly feel the head of the corpse under me now, so how can it harm me?

I keenly felt that something was wrong, but what was wrong, I didn't have so much time to think about it, and the hands couldn't reach into my mouth, so they went down my face.

I couldn't see anything at this moment, my face was full of corpse oil and filth, and I couldn't breathe to the bottom, but I didn't want to breathe at the thought of smelling the coffin again, but at this moment, the hands grabbed my neck violently.

The force was so great that people instantly opened their mouths and stared, not only suffocating, but also making their throats sore sharply. People will instinctively struggle at such moments, and I am no exception, while struggling, the dagger in my hand stabbed indiscriminately under my body, but the corpse under me did not feel pain, the dagger was completely useless to pierce it, and I could not find its neck.

In my pain and despair, I thought to myself: Is this really a headless corpse, or am I going to be buried in its hands today?

Then I thought of Gu Wenmin and them, and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart, and said in my heart: If something happens to me, don't talk about the rest, Gu Wenmin and Tofu will definitely not abandon them, but until now, no one has opened the coffin, and they must also suffer. I thought of the strange nine coffins again, and I couldn't help but have a terrible guess: Could it be that they, like me, have also been pulled into the coffin?

No, no. I can't die.

First, I don't want to die, and second, I have to save them. But I can't protect myself now, what should I do?

Before, I was afraid of the smell and didn't dare to breathe, but now I can't do it even if I want to, and while struggling, I bear the great pain of being choked by the neck, and my breath is quickly held to the limit, and the strength of my hands is getting weaker and weaker, and my lungs are more like they are about to explode.