I kept tapping the coffin board, hoping to make some noticeable noise, or to open the coffin a crack, but the inside of the coffin was like another world, and every sound was ignored by the deathly surroundings.
Swallowed by darkness and silence.
The coffin board did not move at all, not to mention a crack, not even a tiny bit of sawdust fell. I was still in my prime of life, but in front of this layer of wooden boards that blocked the yin and yang from the human world, I was like a cricket shaking a tree.
Extremely weak and powerless.
Suddenly, I heard a "click" sound, and a hole was opened in the coffin board. Just before I had time to chuckle, a sharp blade was inserted along the crack, and passed through the gap between my legs.
After passing through, the cold touch of the blade slid across the calf. Although it did not cut the skin, it made people shudder even more.
"?!" I realized that this didn't seem to be unintentional, but a deliberate action. As expected, after the blade penetrated the bottom of the coffin, Liu Banxian said in his mysterious tone:
"Folks, each of us takes a knife, inserts it into the coffin, and stabs it through the heart. Only in this way can the apricot red evil be suppressed."
Apricot red evil? What is that thing? Does it refer to me? Although I have never heard of this term, I knew it was probably some kind of strange evil monster when I heard it.
My heart is full of anger towards Liu Banxian. He framed my father for murder. He framed me several times and went to jail. I haven’t asked him to settle the accounts. Now, he wants to chop me into pieces alive and calls me a ghost.
things.
I was so angry that I wanted to stand up, pull out the blade between my legs, split the cover directly, break out of the coffin, split this old boy in half, no, let him taste the feeling of a thousand blades piercing his heart.
.
But I was surprised to find that my four limbs, which I could move freely just now, but could not make any sound, were now all strangely paralyzed. I could feel the coldness of the blade against my skin, and the softness of the silk shroud beneath me.
Soft, but unable to move even half an inch.
A ridiculous thought flashed through my mind. I was like an assistant locked in a box on a magician's stage. Every audience member had a sharp blade in their hand, inserted into the box where I was.
.
The only difference is that there is no mechanism in this coffin to allow me to survive the sharp blade. On the contrary, it will become the cage where I will be buried in the end.
"Old Yang, the second stabbing will start with you, and the rest will be inserted according to the degree of closeness to Xiaofan, until ninety-nine stabs are inserted."
Liu Banxian's disgusting voice sounded again, and I heard my father say "Okay" tremblingly. Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. My whole body was in pain so much that I almost trembled, but I still couldn't move an inch.
The cold touch that is constantly stirring in the intestines, compared to the pain, is the weird feeling of being invaded by a foreign object in the body, which makes people feel strong nausea and nausea, and the restless heart beats fiercely, as if it is about to come out of the throat.
.
Soon, I also felt a sharp stabbing pain on my side waist. It felt like something was slowly flowing out of my body. The uncontrollable pain was accompanied by waves of twitching soreness. I thought it was the internal organs.
The feeling of being pierced.
But the most frightening thing is that my body is still unable to move even an inch, as if I am really a stiff corpse, but my touch and consciousness are very maliciously retained, making me fall into this endless weapon hell.
in the midst of torture.
Third, fourth... I don't know how many sharp blades were inserted one by one, completely nailing my body to the coffin. As I imagined, the excessive pain would not numb my touch.
On the contrary, every stabbing of the knife made me feel very clear pain in my extremely clear consciousness. Every piece of internal organs was broken and dismembered, and it seemed that I could clearly see it before my eyes.
I tried to use my own blood to perform several Tao spells, but there was no Tao spell in my body. Apart from being conscious, I was like a real corpse, without any ability to let outsiders know that I was still alive.
I suddenly had a strange thought, maybe everyone feels this way after death, helplessly watching themselves being buried in layers of loess, or being thrown into a scorching fire.
As if in response to my suspicion, I smelled the smell of animal tar, and then a burst of heat came from all around, and the smoke got into the coffin through the gap opened by the knife blade.
It's fire! After they insert the ninety-nine blades, they will burn me with fire!
Yes, think about it. Since I am what Liu Banxian calls the apricot evil, I will naturally not let my body rot here naturally, lest it be used as a corpse to cause harm someday. Burning it is the best solution.
way.
The feeling of the tongue of fire burning into my body was more painful than being pierced by a knife, as if my soul was being burned out. I screamed crazily in the coffin. Although I knew no one could hear me, I could always hear it.
To distract me a little bit.
"Ahhhhhh!" I felt like my eardrums were about to be burst by the violent airflow in my throat, but only this sound could make me temporarily ignore part of the pain in my body.
"Stop screaming! What's wrong with you!"
"?" Amidst the deafening roar, someone seemed to be talking to me. It was like a basin of cold water being poured down on my head. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw only a patch of sunshine outside the window and a nervous Liu Yishou in front of me.
I immediately sat up and scanned my body, and found that the previous stab wounds or burns were completely non-existent, but the faint pain made me feel that this was not a simple dream.
Only then did I notice the tinkling sound on my head. I stretched out my hand and touched it. It was a strange-looking bell with many Sanskrit characters engraved on it. When I shook my hand, it emitted the sound of Sanskrit singing that was meditative and concentrated.
, which makes people feel a lot calmer.
It seems that this is a Buddhist magical weapon. It seems that Liu Yishou is not only a member of the Taoist sect, he is also involved in the secrets of Buddhism, and he is compatible with the strengths of both families.
I calmed down and looked around again, and found that the surroundings were familiar to me before going to bed. For the first time, I felt that Liu Yishou in front of me looked so friendly.
Seeing that I had regained some consciousness, he explained the situation and said: "What kind of nightmare did you have? You have been screaming since an hour ago. No one can wake you up. I have been doing Dharma for a long time with the Jiang III Ming Wang Dang."
You just opened your eyes, and it seems that you were possessed by something very powerful."
I took three deep breaths, and then I felt that I was alive again. The fresh air, the soft sunshine, the melodious sound of bells, and Liu Yishou's somewhat wretched but extremely kind face all made me feel...