Sky coffin

"My good nephew! You are so awesome!"

I looked at the fake smile on Painted Skin Ghost's face and was filled with anger.

It's impossible to say that the paper mouse holding the life talisman in its mouth has nothing to do with him.

It seems that Painted Skin Ghost and Mr. Pan are also intelligent.

Although the anger surged in my heart, I wanted to dispel the Painted Skin Ghost's scruples about me.

I still asked the Painted Skin Ghost with concern: "Second Uncle, are you not injured?"

The Painted Skin Ghost shook his head, glanced at the miserable situation around him, and said, "You are in poor health right now. Let's leave here as soon as possible and go to a deserted village not far away to recuperate."

I nodded, and Wu Xi came to me and carried me on his back.

Xia Xi was still in a coma, so Ruohong could only carry her.

Just like that, we set off again.

My head felt a little heavy, my limbs were weak, and I was almost comatose during the bumpy journey.

I forced myself not to sleep. If I did, it would be hard to tell what would happen later.

Wu Xi's voice rang in my ears.

"Liu Su, if you can't hold on any longer, just squint for a while. Even if something happens to you, you can't change it."

What Wu Xi said makes sense.

As soon as he finished speaking, I fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes, struggled to get up, and stretched out my hand to gently touch my swollen forehead.

A little rest allowed my tired body and mind to relax, and it prevented me from being unable to move.

I looked around and took in my surroundings.

The mottled walls, dilapidated wooden windows, and the beams were covered with spotted mold. The cold night wind poured in through the gaps in the room, making a whining sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

where is this place?

With doubts, I stood up, pushed open the old and mottled wooden door and walked out.

The courtyard is a desolate scene, with a full moon hanging high in the sky, reflecting the loneliness and dilapidation here.

Two huge coffins were placed in the center of the courtyard.

Wu Xi was leaning against the coffin wall to recharge his batteries.

The other coffin bearers were squatting in the corner, smoking cigarettes.

When he saw that I was awake, he stood up quickly and asked, "How do you feel?"

I nodded and said, "It's okay."

I didn't see Ruohong and Xia Xi, and I felt a little confused, so I asked, "Where are Ruohong and Xia Xi?"

Wu Xi told me that Xia Xi was resting in the next room, while Ruohong went out to check the situation.

Painted Skin Ghost came out of another room. When he saw that I was safe and sound, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Nephew, are you okay?"

I nodded and asked, "Second uncle, where is the entrance to the ancient tomb you mentioned?"

Painted Skin Ghost grinned and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you there right now."

It was at this time that the door of the ancient house in the deserted village was pushed open, and Ruohong walked in with a solemn face.

I quickly stepped forward to ask if I found anything unusual.

Ruohong frowned and said to me: "It's very strange. This village is very strange. It is clearly a deserted village, but every household has its door locked and cannot be opened at all."

She thought for a moment and said, "It just gives people a very weird feeling, as if there are people living in this village all the time."

Since Ruohong said so, there must be something weird in this village.

"I'll wipe it!"

Suddenly, a coffin bearer squatting in the corner and smoking suddenly cursed.

Several of us turned around together and asked, "What's going on?"

The coffin bearer pointed at the wall and said with some disbelief: "This wall has a hole burned by a pipe!"