Although my sanity was confused, my vision was still clouded by the illusion of fear, but I did my best to resist the force.

Like a man in the mire struggling to lift out a hand, I reached out and touched the coffin.

The fingers touched the cold, rough wood, which was the feeling of a coffin, silent and cold.

I groped my way along the edge of the coffin until I touched the heavy coffin lid.

My hand slid over the coffin, feeling the hardness of the wood and the vicissitudes of time on its surface.

I pushed the heavy lid with all my might. My body was writhing, every muscle was spasming, every bone was wailing.

It looked extremely strange, but it was full of despair and the power of struggle.

I pushed the lid of the coffin open, and a strong smell of decay rushed over me, the smell of death, disgusting and vulgar.

The smell seemed to erode my five senses and make me feel like my body was trembling.

But I didn't back down, I endured it, because I knew it was my only hope.

I can't be swallowed up by this barren illusion, I have to fight out.

When I opened the lid of the coffin, I saw the figure of a woman. She lay in the coffin, as quiet as a deep sleep.

Her body was thin and withered, covered in skin and bones, like a skeleton walking out of a cemetery.

Her cheeks were deep, her eye sockets were hollow, and the look was creepy.

Her face was inlaid with copper coins, which looked a little old, and the traces of time were deeply imprinted on them.

It was a square-hole copper coin, and the text on the copper coin had been blurred, and only a few mutilated strokes could be seen.

The surface of the copper coin was corroded and covered with spots, like age spots on the face of an old man.

The edges of the coin are badly worn, and in many places have become sharp, jagged.

The back of the coin is printed with two crossed dragons, each with a polished body and eyes that are deep and mysterious.

In the center of the coin is a square hole, and the corners of the hole are polished smoothly, as if the power of time has sharpened it so smooth.

The copper coin lay peacefully on the woman's face, as if it were a silent guardian, guarding her soul and this mysterious coffin.

The inside of the coffin was covered with a layer of bright red cloth, which was dazzlingly red and frighteningly red.

There were yellow spots scattered on the red cloth, and it was impossible to tell whether they were wine stains or blood stains.

The texture of the cloth is rough, like the skin of an old man, full of traces of time.

The woman's body was covered with a green cloth, which was as deep as a forest, as if swallowing up all the light.

The texture of the green cloth is much more refined than that of the red cloth, and the cloth is embroidered with some strange patterns that seem to depict an ancient ritual but are incomprehensible.

When I looked more closely at the woman's body, I noticed that several small bugs had popped out of her nostrils.

Those little insects were strangely shaped, their eyes were as sharp as the tips of needles, and they even had a human mouth, which looked particularly terrifying and weird. Their colors were as dark as ink, their smooth bodies reflecting cold light, and the little insects wriggled inside the woman's nostrils, as if looking for something.

The most shocking thing was that those little bugs actually fell down one after another in my gaze and fell to the bottom of the coffin.

A small insect leaned on its back, and after a few convulsions, it completely stood still, not moving.

I looked at the corpses of those little bugs, and my heart was filled with fear and consternation.

What are they? Why is it in a woman's nostrils? Why did they die so suddenly?

My hand unconsciously stroked the edge of the coffin, feeling the warmth of the hardwood.

My mind raced to try to find an answer, but I found that the more I thought about it, the fog in my head got heavier.

I looked helplessly at the woman in the coffin, her face calm, as if nothing had anything to do with her.

The old copper coin on her face lay quietly, as if it was a symbol of her life and a symbol of her death.

My eyes widened in disbelief at what I saw. The moment I saw this woman, all the hallucinations in front of my eyes disappeared, and only her emaciated figure remained. She is the person I used to worry about the most and worry about the most - Ganchi.

"Is that you?" I muttered to myself, my voice low and hoarse. I couldn't believe what was in front of me, but I couldn't deny who she was. Yes, she is the ruler, the woman who once sacrificed to save me.

When I was in Celestial City, in order to save me, Gan Qi lured away the zombies alone. She said she was a corpse chaser, I don't know if what she said was true or not, I just knew that I failed to protect her, and let her protect me and save my life, twice! Saved my life twice.

Those memories were raging like a raging wind, and I couldn't control myself. I remembered the stars we looked at together in the desert, and she leaned against my side and whispered, "Zhao Rui, I'm cold." ”

Her voice was so soft, so warm, that I couldn't forget it.

I think of her smiling like a spring breeze;

Remembering that the copper coin on her face had turned into a butterfly, ethereal and mysterious;

I think of her love for me so deep and heavy, so sincere and so firm.

I was no longer hallucinating, but my vision was blurry again. It was tears, endless pain and guilt in my heart.

I reached out to touch her face, but I found my hands trembling in the air and my heart struggling in pain.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, a cold breath came out of the coffin, and it pierced my heart like a sharp blade. I felt like my body was frozen, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

I looked at the corpse and felt as if she was looking at me, her eyes were full of resentment and pain, as if she was blaming me, blaming me for not being able to protect her, for not being able to save her.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to struggle, I wanted to cry for her, but I found that I couldn't do anything.

I could only look at her corpse, at the weird little bugs, at the copper coin, at the memories of me who had been with her.

I gritted my teeth and bit the tip of my tongue so hard that blood gushed out instantly, and the pain woke me up.

I forcibly moved my stiff body and stretched out my hands to get the ruler out.

However, the moment my hand touched the ruler, countless small bugs emerged from her body.

The little insects were strangely shaped and dark-colored, with eyes like pinpoints and mouths as wide as a human.

They opened their mouths in unison, and made an incomparably terrifying sound, a sound like an ancient curse, like an elegy of sorrow, which made people fear when they listened to it.