Chapter 279: Chapter 252: Red Coffin (Part 5) (4000 words)_2
“Gone? Just dragged that guy off?” Yan Junze opened his eyes, turned on his flashlight, and shone it above his head, but nothing was visible in the darkness.
Why, when he had tested just a mont ago, did this space feel limited, yet now it seed boundless?
The question had just arisen when Yan Junze realized that when he entered the coffin, he had been standing, so touching the space around him felt not that large – just a bit bigger than a normal coffin.
But at this mont, now that he had lain down, the surrounding space might have beco infinitely large.
With that thought, he too imdiately started crawling in the direction above his head.
He didn’t have a choice; he hadn’t completed the “Whispers” task yet. Now, the target had been abducted right before his eyes, and he had to find them.
After crawling quickly for so distance, his previous thoughts were confird; indeed, after crawling, the space here had beco very, very large, with no end in sight for the ti being.
Frankly, that guy’s fear was indeed much greater than his own. When Yan Junze’s fear manifested, it just frightened him a bit, making him feel terror. But the old woman that this man had attracted actually abducted him directly.
This level of fear must be many tis greater than Yan Junze’s own.
It was also fortunate that this man himself was a strangeness; otherwise, if he were a living person, he would have been scared to death countless tis.
While thinking and continuing to crawl forward, searching for that man’s position, Yan Junze touched a hand that was still warm.
He was startled and quickly withdrew it, then he heard an extrely faint moan of pain.
“No, this isn’t the target of the ‘Whispers’ task. The body is warm; it’s clearly a living person.”
Yan Junze imdiately realized this and turned on his flashlight, shining it on the person.
He found a middle-aged man lying on the ground, dressed in clothes sowhat similar to Zhang Di and Jiang Yaofei, with no wounds on his body but blood coming from his mouth and nose, with a bloody chin and a broken knife in his hand – likely a snapped magnetic knife.
“Hey, can you hear speaking?” Yan Junze lowered his voice and whispered.
The man made a slight noise, clearly unable to speak, but it was still an answer to Yan Junze.
“Are you… an exorcist?” Yan Junze asked.
“Mhm,” the man replied with all the strength he could muster.
Yan Junze had no idea how the other person ca here or where he was injured. After so thought, he started feeling around on his body.
Before long, he found a flashlight and put it in the man’s hand, softly saying, “I’ll co back for you later. Press the button every once in a while to let find you, and we’ll get out together.”
The man gently gripped the flashlight, and Yan Junze continued to crawl forward.
During this process, a cold and indifferent laughter suddenly ca from sowhere to the right behind him, followed by a sharp voice speaking.
“Hee hee hee… Uncle, do you want to play with ?”
Yan Junze shuddered, goosebumps all over the floor.
However, he was certain that this peculiar speaker had absolutely nothing to do with him; it must be… the fear within the heart of that injured exorcist lying on the ground.
He didn’t know exactly what that man feared, but Yan Junze had no ti to consider it now and simply quickened his pace.
But he could still hear the noise behind him, the shrill voice continuing to emit, “Uncle, why don’t you get up? Don’t you like Yingzi? Yingzi can transform, you know. I… I’ll turn into a man for you to see…”
As the last sentence finished, the sharp voice suddenly changed into a sinister, rough male voice, becoming deeper and more robust as it said “turn into a man,” until the final “let’s see” ca out, sounding like a great bell.
This speech was so resounding that Yan Junze’s ears buzzed, and his scalp tingled, secretly thinking that these exorcists’ inner fears are all so sort of bizarre creatures, utterly beyond belief.
Click!
The sound of a flashlight being turned on ca through.
By now, Yan Junze had crawled so distance. He glanced back toward the direction of the flashlight light hastily – it was from the exorcist he had just given the flashlight to.
In the illumination of the light, one could vaguely make out a slender figure with thin limbs, but whose head was as large as a bull’s, a humanoid monster lying next to the feet of the injured exorcist, looking down at him.
As if sensing the gaze, the Minotaur with the chubby head raised its head and looked in Yan Junze’s direction.
Yan Junze imdiately turned his head and quickened his pace, crawling faster.
The flashlight went out at this mont, obviously turned off by the injured exorcist again.
Yan Junze did not pay it any mind and crawled rapidly forward for a while before suddenly colliding with sothing soft and fluffy. He imdiately stopped and reached out to touch it.
Hair, lots of hair!
The scene of the old woman using her long hair to wrap around the man flashed back in his mind, and now, Yan Junze realized that the hair was retracting, gradually releasing its coiling around the body.
And without a doubt, this body must be that of the man.
Yan Junze grabbed onto his clothes and felt the piercing cold. Yes, it was him.
“Scared to death?” Yan Junze spoke softly, “If not, tell how I can stand up.”
In his estimation, just as when he had first entered the coffin, if he could stand, maybe then he could find a way out.
And there must be a place inside the coffin where one could stand.
…
“Yan Junze, did you really die in there?”
Outside the Red Coffin, the water in the room was fast approaching the ceiling.
Zhang Xiaomo gently moved her limbs, floating in the water, her head touching the ceiling and tilted to keep her mouth and nose above the water to breathe the little air that remained.
Looking downward at the direction of the coffin, there was no movent, only the dark space inside the coffin.
Before long, the water had completely flooded the room.
Just before she was entirely engulfed by water, Zhang Xiaomo took a deep breath, quickly moved her limbs, and dove towards the direction of the Red Coffin.
She suspected that Yan Junze’s relaxed approach to exorcism might have failed this ti.
There was no choice, if this guy didn’t co out soon, she’d have to use her Super-Energy Burst Hidden Buckle.
In fact, Zhang Xiaomo only had this one Super-Energy Burst Hidden Buckle. Its powerful force could potentially destroy the coffin and rupture the space within if detonated nearby, providing Yan Junze a chance to escape.
However, if Zhang Xiaomo were to use the Super-Energy Burst to blow up the doorway of this room, there was an equal chance of breaking open the room and escaping herself.
But she did not hesitate. After swimming quickly towards the Red Coffin, she took out the Super-Energy Burst Hidden Buckle, held it in her palm, and then peered montarily into the dark space inside the coffin.
As she had been holding her breath, there ca a mont when her chest started to feel stuffy, bringing on a brief sense of panic, as the fear of drowning from her childhood almost surfaced, but Zhang Xiaomo quickly shifted her focus.
Her gaze turned to the empty space inside the coffin; she rembered sothing Yan Junze had once said.
“I can’t hold my breath any longer.”
Zhang Xiaomo, clutching the Super-Energy Burst, leaned forward quickly and plunged her head into the pitch-dark, eerie space inside the coffin.
—huh—
She exhaled the almost stifled breath in her chest, gasping for air, feeling a bit dizzy, but it was pitch-black before her eyes.
Indeed, there was no water here, but the air was neither muddy nor fresh, emitting a profoundly strange aura.
At this mont, she maintained this bizarre posture with her body in the water and her head inside the coffin, quietly looking around and staying vigilant for any strangenesses that might appear within the coffin.
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