"Little brothers, do you think this means that we cannot share the same bed or die in the same coffin?"

The veins on Jin An's forehead jumped.

Gods can't live in the same bed and die in the same coffin. Translated into vernacular, doesn't it mean falling in love? Burying together and sharing an urn is the kind of falling in love.

call!

Jin An half sat up from the coffin.

The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he jumped back a few steps. He looked at Jin An who sat up from the coffin and said, "Little brother, you promised the old Taoist that you would never be angry."

"I'm not angry over such a trivial matter. I'm just used to using the Hu Sha Dao. Suddenly I brought the Hu Sha Dao into the coffin without a Hu Sha Dao, so I felt insecure." Jin An stood up and walked out of the coffin.

"And the inside of the coffin was so hard that it hurt the back of my head. I had to bring a pillow into the coffin so I could sleep."

Not long after, Jin An had a knife and a pillow in his hand.

"Little brother, the color of the pillow in your hand looks so familiar to me. Isn't this the pillow I sleep on in my room?" the old Taoist priest said dumbfounded.

Little brother, you also said that you are not stingy and do not hold grudges.

You are clearly holding a grudge.

However, after such a quarrel between the old man and the young man, Jin An, who was originally a little nervous, suddenly relaxed a lot. After all, it was the first time in his life that he was lying in a coffin. No matter who it was, he would feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This time after Jin An lay in the coffin again, the old Taoist priest finally stopped joking and asked Jin An seriously if he was ready?

Jin An placed the Hu Sha Dao and the Taoist disc on his chest and lay down, nodded, and said, Taoist, you can seal the coffin.

This time I put a pillow on my head, and Jin An lay in the stiff coffin again. His stiff neck was indeed much more comfortable. I had no experience with it the first time, but I will have experience with it the next time.

But just before sealing the coffin, the old Taoist priest winked at Jin An and quietly slipped him a note——

"Little brother, if anything happens after the coffin is sealed, you call me right away. I will stay by the coffin and break the coffin immediately to save you. If I don't respond within three breaths, I will chop him down."

Open the coffin and save yourself.”

Jin An silently read the note, the two looked at each other understandingly, and then the Black Mountain Kung Qi in their palms burned the note to ashes.

"Little brother, I'm going to seal the coffin."

"Little brother, are you afraid of the dark?"

"You're not afraid, little brother, you're making fun of me. I've been afraid of the dark since I was a child."

As the old man finished speaking, the world in front of him fell into darkness.

That is the darkness that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

There isn't a trace of light.

All he could hear was his own thin breathing.

dark.

It can infinitely amplify all fears and negative emotions in people's hearts.

The most cruel criminal law in the world is to lock a person alone in a narrow, closed dark space. There is no light, no sound, no concept of the passage of time, and no one to communicate. The person will completely lose all his senses, and only be left with the senses.

The loneliness, depression and fear of being isolated from the world.

Jin An is not a saint.

He is also a living person with flesh and blood and his own emotions and desires.

When he was sealed in a dark, small space, especially a coffin that was taboo for living people, the moment the coffin was sealed and the light completely disappeared, he felt nervous, and many faces flashed through his mind.

screen.

For a moment, people were so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

But fortunately, the footsteps of the old Taoist priest brought Jin An back to reality from his trance and hallucination in time. Only then did Jin An remember that the coffin lid was not nailed with coffin nails. He could come out at any time if he wanted to, and there was a coffin.

Can't trap him...

Thinking of this, Jin An's inner pressure suddenly disappeared.

Instead, I started to look left and right in the dark with a big heart, and my body felt a little unreasonable.

As the saying goes, once is familiar, second is familiar. The first time is ultimately lost to inexperience. After getting familiar with this feeling, Jin An found this experience quite novel.

"I don't know if there will be a rotten and bloody face on the back of the coffin lid, staring face to face. I can't see her in the dark, but she can stare at me in the dark..." Jin An

Lying in the dark coffin, thinking with a relaxed mind.

At this time, Jin An heard that the old Taoist priest left for a short while and then walked to the coffin. Because the coffin was a sealed space, the footsteps from the outside sounded very dull and slight.

swish swish——

There was a sound of gravel on the coffin lid. It seemed that the old Taoist had begun to put a handful of soil from the Taoist's grave on the black coffin and the white coffin, Jin An thought.

According to what the old man said, the soil on the grave is stained with funereal aura.

After that, there was no sound of the old Taoist priest outside the coffin for a while. Just when Jin An was confused, he vaguely smelled the faint smell of burning incense penetrating into the coffin through the cracks in the coffin.

It seems that the old Taoist priest has entered the second step, inserting three incense sticks at the end of the black coffin and the white coffin to draw the coffin air.

Then the next step is the third step, using an ink fountain thread to connect the two coffins...

As the smell of incense in the coffin became heavier and heavier, Jin An began to feel drowsy. He didn't know if it was because of the decrease in oxygen content in the coffin.

But Jin An kept fighting hard to prevent himself from falling asleep. He subconsciously held the tiger sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

In this struggle of spiritual will, the boundaries between life and death, yin and yang, white and black, begin to gradually become blurred.

People are like being sucked into a whirlpool of an abyss. The more they struggle, the deeper they fall into the whirlpool of the abyss and lose their way...

suddenly.

Jin An vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice flickered from left to right, vague and uncertain. It seemed far away, but also seemed to be right next to him. Jin An, who was disoriented, began to try hard to identify the direction of the source of the sound.

In the darkness, people have completely lost the concept of time and any reference to time. They don't know how long they have been looking for. Maybe it was the time when a stick of incense was burned, maybe half a day or a day in the past...

Hua Hua——

Crash--

"Hey, where is the sound of water coming from?"

Jin An's mind refreshed and he became more alert. Pulling himself together, he began to follow the direction of the sound of water. It was obviously a spiritual form, but Jin An was suddenly surprised to find that as he got closer and closer to the sound of water,

I gradually developed the concepts of hands, feet, and torso.

Then there was a down-to-earth feeling.

until……

Snap!

Jin An was shocked to find that he had stepped on a patch of low-lying water, and a thick mist had suddenly risen around his body.

But when he looked down at the water below his feet, he found that the world was a black and white world, not a colorful world.

Black and white symbolizes the world of the dead.

At this time, Jin'an was no longer in the confused mental state before, but instead had an extremely clear mind and quick thinking.

"Does this mean that you have descended into the underworld?"

He looked at the world of black and white and dense fog around him in amazement.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh--

The world of the underworld didn't seem peaceful. Pieces of tidal waves gently slapped on Jin An's insteps, making his shoes wet.

This water.

So cold.

Jin An's expression changed: "If I have successfully descended into the underworld, doesn't it mean that the cold water under my feet is the underworld water?"

Jin An couldn't help but cursed, and then quickly fled from the low-lying water.

"Both the old Taoist and the big old man have told me not to touch the water after entering the underworld, because the rivers and lakes in the underworld are endless nine-curved underworld!"

"Life is impermanent, and the road to hell is full of dead people!"

Jin An ran desperately in the thick fog of the black and white world, looking for land. Pah, pah, pah, and pieces of crystal water splashed out under his feet, and the water splashed everywhere.

While looking for land, Jin An couldn't help but cursed: "Why is my walking in Yin different from what the old Taoist said!"

"The old Taoist said that the ghost wanderer he met said that if the soul of a living person descends to the underworld, the person will appear on a soul-inducing boat to cross the sufferings of the world, and then the soul-inducing boat will ferry the person ashore and escape from the underworld!"

"I hope that the dead people on Jiuqu Huangquan Road can get ashore quickly before they find me!"

This world of black and white dense fog was too quiet. Apart from the sound of Jin An's feet running on the water, the surrounding silence was terrifying and depressing. It was as if he had been walking in a cemetery late at night and had a gloomy feeling on his back. Jin An could only force himself.

I kept running in the thick fog with my scalp on my head, and continued to look for a place to land.

Fortunately, what gave Jin An some peace of mind and confidence was that he just took a moment to secretly look at his arms. He had the Liuding Liujia Talisman and the Five Thunder Evil Killing Talisman that he kept close to him.

Just like when his soul left the body, he was successfully brought into the underworld.

But another item that he successfully brought in made him feel surprised and reasonable. The concentric golden lock that the murderer in the white coffin gave him today was actually worn around his neck and appeared in the underworld.
To be continued...