God Bestows Evil Chapter 283

Chapter 283 White Shadow in the Coffin

“It's sight!”

The second half of his sentence echoed in Wu Xian's ears.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At this time, Wu Xian was lying flat on his back. His eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything. He could only smell a strange smell, like a strange fragrance of flowers and the smell of rotting wood.

Dark and cramped spaces.

It can easily arouse people's fear. If you have claustrophobia, you may be frightened in this environment.

But fortunately, after many times in the blessed land, Wu Xian had already adapted to it, so he spent about ten seconds to calm down and started to solve the current predicament.

Wu Xian tried to move his hands and feet and found that there seemed to be a quilt under him, with wooden boards on the left and right sides and above, and the overall shape was like a coffin.

"This feels like...I'm in a coffin?"

"It doesn't look like it. It's a little larger than the coffin I came out in the morning, but it's also a long, closed space... Could it be that it's a bigger coffin?"

He attached his ear to the board next to him and could hear a faint sound coming from outside.

Scream, shout, cry…

You could vaguely hear someone outside trying to say something, but Wu Xian couldn't hear it clearly at all. He could only tell that the other person seemed to be in a hurry.

"Well, the soundproofing in here is pretty good,"

Wu Xian pushed up with both hands, and the upper board was slightly loose, which made him raise his eyebrows. At this level, he could push it open with brute force.

But before he could exert any force, his left ankle was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

This hand was as cold as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. When it touched the skin of Wu Xian's ankle, Wu Xian got goosebumps.

Then the cold hand began to **** upward, and the other hand also touched Wu Xian's right ankle. The owner of these two hands was grabbing Wu Xian's body and climbing up bit by bit!

Calf, thigh, hip axis (hip joint)…

What would happen if he waited for him to climb up there?

Wu Xian didn't want to wait.

Not curious either.

So he reluctantly propped up his body. Although the space here was slightly more spacious than the coffin, it was not as good as the upper berth of a hard sleeper on the train, so Wu Xian's posture was very awkward.

But it was enough for him to see what was happening underneath him.

I saw only a dark space.

There was a small, pale figure, groping for Wu Xian's legs and crawling up. The figure was small, like a child or a malnourished adult. The clothes on his body were somewhat familiar to Wu Xian.

The strangest thing is.

It was obviously pitch dark here, so Wu Xian shouldn't be able to see anything.

But he was strangely able to see the figure clearly. His body was shining with pale fluorescence, which could only illuminate himself, but could not let Wu Xian see anything else clearly.

After noticing Wu Xian's gaze.

The pale figure slowly raised his head and showed a charming smile to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian's heart skipped a beat.

The figure's face…

It looks exactly like him!

If an ordinary person was frightened like this, he would probably turn around and run away immediately, but Wu Xian was so shocked that he punched the kid in the eye socket!

The pale figure's smile froze.

Just as he was about to fight back, Wu Xian suddenly raised his leg, causing the pale figure to collide with the coffin lid.

After two twists and turns, the pale figure's movements became a little confused. Wu Xian took the opportunity to turn over, pinned the kid under him, and greeted him with a punch.

After a few strokes.

The kid was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

call…

The little ghost suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the crisis was temporarily resolved. Wu Xian wiped his sweat and panted slightly for a while, feeling that his body was becoming a little weak.

"Fortunately, fortunately, this guy is really good..."

Normally, when an evil spirit touches a person's body, it feels cold to the core, but this kid's hands are just cold.

So Wu Xian guessed that he was weak, so he gave it a try.

Fortunately, the facts were as Wu Xian had estimated. This kid was not even as strong as a wanderer. His body was as light as a child's, and he had built-in illumination to make his target clear, making it effortless to fight.

Of course, even if there is such a guess, there is no way to directly fight the kid to the flesh.

Wu Xian's lightning-inducing spell was not suitable for use in this environment, and the Tiangong Magic Pen had no offensive power. If his fists were not good enough, he would have no choice but to poke people with the barrel of the Tiangong Magic Pen.

As for why the kid looked the same as himself, Wu Xian didn't worry too much.

It's normal for ghosts to play tricks on people's hearts.

After a short rest. Wu Xian pushed hard and pushed the heavy wooden cover away. He climbed out of the big box and glanced around.

I saw the dilapidated house standing there, the shadows of the trees dancing, and a few red lanterns hanging sparsely high, swaying slightly in the cold wind. Apart from adding to the gloomy scope, they did not provide the slightest lighting effect.

This is still a burial-free village!

"If you are still in the village, then the person behind me is..."

Wu Xian suddenly turned around and saw a large black coffin, which was exactly the one he crawled out of in the morning.

"wrong!"

"It was still very crowded in the morning, so why did I feel so relaxed when I was lying here just now?"

"Am I being confused by ghosts?"

"Or did I get smaller inside the coffin?"

Wu Xian swallowed, swayed for a moment, and held on to the coffin before standing still. Just by going in and out like this, his body that had been exercising for a month seemed to have become weak.

Thinking of the little ghost who looked similar to me just now.

An ominous premonition arose in Wu Xian's heart.

Push down the anxiety.

Wu Xian looked at the other coffins.

There are thirteen of them in total, and there are eight complete coffins here, as well as ten huge urns that are enough to hold one person. There are sounds coming from many of the urns and coffins.

Some were screaming, while others seemed to be fighting something.

Then Wu Xian saw a big yellow dog anxiously tugging at the outside of one of the urns. Wu Xian thought for a while, and it was here that Ran Qiuhua crawled out during the day.

"This **** looks like a bug."

If the dog was in a coffin or urn, it wouldn't be able to get out on its own, so the only possibility is that it wasn't pulled in at all.

"It's a pity...this dog is not black."

Wu Xian shook his head.

Suddenly, a snapping sound was heard, and two more coffins were opened around them. They were brother and sister Wei Hengbo and Wei Qinglan. They had higher force values at first glance. If everyone suffered the same trouble, it was normal for them to come out first.

Just when Wu Xian was about to exchange information with them, the three of them suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from one of the jars.

"help me!"

"Is there anyone outside? Please help me open the lid quickly. I can't hold on much longer. Something is trying to kill me!"

This is Yang Bin's voice.

His voice was much more miserable than the others, and it was obvious that his life was at stake.

(End of chapter)

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