Mysterious Revival

The red coffin had been moved before, but the last time it was moved, it was incredibly heavy, even beyond imagination. This time, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the red coffin with little effort.

The coffin was very light, almost like an empty coffin.

“But the weight of this coffin is very strange. If we don’t confirm it and just carry it over to bury it, if anything goes wrong midway, it’ll be a big trouble,” Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian refused: “It’s the sixth day. The old man inside this coffin has likely resurrected as a ghost. Opening the coffin now is like releasing a terrifying ghost. Even if I have a Coffin Nail in my hand, I might not be able to handle it. Moreover, we aren’t really here to bury the old man; our purpose is just to stay in this mansion for seven days.”

“It doesn’t matter how you survive these seven days.”

“So how the old man’s corpse changes, whether there are abnormalities or not, has nothing to do with me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Zhou Deng’s expression changed slightly: “So that’s how it is.”

Yang Jian never forgot his real purpose. The messengers on the fourth floor only needed to survive in the mansion for seven days and then send out the message; the task would be completed.

Dressing the body, keeping vigil, announcing the death… these are just the process of survival, not the result.

If you wish, you can lie in this mansion for seven days like Yang Xiaohua without doing anything, and wake up after seven days to send the message. If you can successfully send the message, it is also considered completing the task.

Therefore, Yang Jian refused the step of opening the coffin for inspection.

“Let’s go, carry this red coffin to the forest behind and bury it.” Yang Jian took action at this time.

He glanced at the two people beside him.

Leuk Qingqing carried the dead eagle, and Yang Xiaohua carried the incomplete Li Yang.

By today, only a few people were left alive. The number of survivors was indeed few, and compared to the initial gathering of more than ten people, it seemed inexplicably sad.

Moreover, the event was not over yet.

Some might still die here next.

Yang Jian gazed deeply at Yang Xiaohua and Li Yang.

If there were any casualties next, it must occur between these two, because Yang Xiaohua was an ordinary person, and Li Yang was incomplete and had difficulty moving.

Yang Xiaohua also saw Yang Jian’s solemn expression, growing increasingly uneasy.

No one said a word to each other, and Leuk Qingqing did not argue with Yang Jian. Any conflicts and resentments were temporarily put aside.

If you can’t leave this mansion alive, nothing matters.

Yang Jian acted decisively, holding the red coffin with one hand in front while Zhou Deng lifted the back of the coffin closely following him.

The group arrived at the rear hall.

The wooden door of the rear hall was opened; the outside sky was dim and oppressive. A small path covered in yellow mud appeared faintly, winding and twisting, extending deep into that eerie old forest.

The two carried the coffin out of the mansion.

As analyzed by the eagle earlier, the back door of this mansion was calculated precisely to fit a coffin in and out; even if the coffin were ten centimeters wider, it couldn’t be moved out.

“Captain, all previous ghosts have left the mansion, which means the mansion is safe now. But this safety is relative. Although the ghost isn’t in the mansion, this red coffin is inside the mansion, and we can’t stay together with this red coffin. That’s why we need to take the coffin out today and bury it,” Li Yang said solemnly.

Yang Jian replied: “I know, the danger isn’t inside the mansion right now, but inside the red coffin. That’s why I’ve been hanging around inside the mansion for the past few hours, hoping to stall for a little more time, allowing everyone to rest and adjust. But conditions don’t allow us to stay here indefinitely.”

“I have a feeling that the later we hold the funeral, the more dangerous this red coffin becomes. The back door of the mansion was just pushed open, signaling the funeral. Do you believe if we spent another six hours inside the mansion, this red coffin would turn into a lethal coffin, more dangerous than previous days?”

“This analysis makes a lot of sense. I feel everything here is set up, guiding us to act step by step. Any mistakes could lead to annihilation,” Zhou Deng nodded, seeing clearly after experiencing these several days.

This mansion, this deceased old man, and everything set up here have been planned in advance.

As long as we act according to the steps, no one will die.

So this isn’t simply a supernatural event and a message delivery task; it hides more complex things behind.

Zhou Deng didn’t want to think too much; he was here purely by coincidence, now just hoping to survive and leave this haunted place. Sending the message has nothing to do with him.

The group chatted on the road, discussing with each other, while carrying the coffin and moving forward.

Soon.

The group moved away from the mansion, slowly entering the eerie old forest along the cleared yellow muddy path.

Entering the old forest.

They felt a chilly aura swirling around, and the depths of the old forest seemed misty, gloomy, and dark, exuding an indescribable malevolence.

“All Bodies are buried underneath this old forest, not ordinary corpses but suspected to be sleeping ghosts. We deeply understood this when we dug the trees looking for burial clothes before… Hopefully, the burial clothes are still useful at this time,” Yang Jian’s ghostly eye opened, watching around.

He saw nothing.

The vision was obstructed, unable to penetrate the old trees to see everything inside the forest.

This situation was normal, with ferocious ghosts buried under those old trees, preventing easy visual inspection due to supernatural interference.

But this obstructed vision also reminded Yang Jian of the impending danger.

“The ghosts haven’t appeared yet.”

He continued to walk slowly, carrying the red coffin.

The road was quite long, requiring some time, so rushing wasn’t beneficial; when danger is meant to appear, it naturally will. It’s not something you can avoid by walking faster.

If you’re too hasty, what if the coffin isn’t held steadily and falls midway?

The remaining five started on their way with the red coffin.

They proceeded for a moment.

The group fully entered the old forest, and the mansion couldn’t be seen anymore, completely blocked from view by the forest.

Thus, the old forest seemed increasingly gloomy.

The surrounding trees seemed to sway gradually.

Although there was no wind, the forest made a rustling sound, as if someone deliberately shook the tree trunks, and the frequency was very regular, one after another.

“Something’s wrong,” Zhou Deng frowned, walking while carrying the coffin.

Yang Jian said: “No need to pay attention until danger appears. Some supernatural phenomena are normal given the buried ghosts in this old forest. Or perhaps the ghosts leaving the mansion are still nearby, not completely gone. Now that we’ve appeared, possibly the ghosts are attracted again.”

“But before the ghost actually appears, our task is to carry the coffin to bury it. Other things aren’t worth spending time on.”

Zhou Deng nodded, thinking this was the right approach.

Being overly suspicious and superstitious only leads to accidents.

However, despite saying this, Yang Jian’s footsteps slightly quickened, an unconscious behavior indirectly revealing his inner anxiety.

The one-hand held red coffin remained light.

No wonder Zhou Deng wanted to open the coffin for inspection earlier; now Yang Jian also had this thought.

I’m really not reassured internally.

A terrifying speculation emerged in Yang Jian’s mind.

That is, did the old man’s corpse leave the coffin at some point? Is the corpse not inside the coffin?

Although everyone was with the coffin from start to finish, they weren’t constantly watching the coffin. There were moments of inattention, and although the coffin didn’t move, the state of the corpse is uncertain.

Ghosts, they can indeed roam.

But now that things have reached this point, no matter how curious or hesitant Yang Jian was, he wouldn’t stop to open the coffin for a look.

He continued forward along the yellow mud road.

This was when the anomaly finally appeared.

Yang Jian saw a fallen tree lying across the yellow mud road, as if broken by the wind, blocking everyone’s path.

“A tree fell?” Yang Xiaohua was startled for a moment and looked at the others, somewhat puzzled.

She hadn’t participated in the mourning on the third day and didn’t know the significance behind these trees.

Li Yang said with a solemn face: “Trees don’t fall here for no reason, Yang Xiaohua, carry us past them and remember, no matter what happens, don’t leave this yellow mud road. This old forest is terrifying; entering it will make you lost and unable to find your way out.”

Yang Xiaohua’s heart trembled upon hearing this. She nodded solemnly and walked a few steps forward with Li Yang on her back, passing Yang Jian and Zhou Deng to reach the fallen old tree.

She was very cautious, standing on the yellow mud road, and dared not take a step forward.

Li Yang stuck his head out to look and immediately turned back: “Captain, the corpse buried under the old tree is gone.”

“Has a fierce ghost come out? It’s understandable, occasional awakenings of fierce ghosts in this whole old forest are normal, just be aware of it. Maybe the ghost has already left and isn’t nearby.” Yang Jian said.

Li Yang nodded and then had Yang Xiaohua carry him back.

The group ignored the blocking old tree, stepping over it, and continued along the yellow mud road, but their mood grew heavier.

As they walked, they saw a peculiar footprint.

This footprint was large and deeply printed in the yellow mud, very conspicuous.

When everyone walked through here during the previous mourning, none of them had such large feet or such weight to leave such a deep footprint… so this footprint didn’t belong to any of them but to someone who didn’t exist.

“A fierce ghost has stepped on this yellow mud road.” Yang Jian said in a restrained voice.

At this moment, he had the impulse to use his firewood knife to dismember this fierce ghost directly; because this footprint was the best medium, one slash would make the ghost incapable of threatening the group for a short time.

Yet Yang Jian held back this impulse.

No use acting now.

Who knows what might happen next; it’s impossible to defend against danger, better to conserve energy to fight when truly necessary.

“This is really troublesome, how many ghosts are there in this place? Walking on the road, you can see the footprints left by fierce ghosts.” Zhou Deng felt it was quite unlucky but didn’t react too much after glancing around.

Having seen too many fierce ghosts, he didn’t care much anymore.

After walking some distance, the gigantic footprint disappeared.

It seemed the ghost walked a section of the yellow mud road then entered this old forest again without continuing along the road, because the last footprint was just at the edge of the yellow mud road, indicating the ghost wandered away.

This was somewhat good news, at least they weren’t accompanying a fierce ghost on the way to the burial.

The further they walked.

The darker the surroundings became, the light was worsening; only the yellow mud road beneath seemed to have some brightness, the rest was a black expanse, even the nearby old trees were indistinct, only a black outline was visible.

“The supernatural is interfering with the surrounding environment.” Leuk Qingqing, carrying the dead eagle, said slowly.

This wasn’t a sunset or poor lighting, but rather the nearby environment being affected.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaohua hurriedly turned on the flashlight.

Light appeared, illuminating the road ahead, but unable to light up the surroundings, only the small area in front.

To ensure everyone saw the road ahead, she pointed the flashlight directly forward along this road, to avoid losing direction or straying.

But this thought was overcautious.

Even in the darkness, Yang Jian’s ghost eye could discern everything clearly.

The darker it got, the more scared and uneasy everyone grew.

Leuk Qingqing felt inexplicably nervous, the eagle corpse she carried growing heavier, the cold, stiff feeling upon touch intensifying, and she even smelled a faint stench of corpse.

The eagle hadn’t been dead long, but its body was deteriorating extremely fast.

She bit her lip.

Yet she still didn’t put down the eagle’s body, continuing to carry it forward.

And just then.

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng suddenly halted, their bodies swaying slightly, nearly losing balance and falling.

“Captain, what’s happening, why did you stop?” Li Yang immediately became alert.

“The coffin shook just now, Yang, you felt it too, right?” In the darkness, Zhou Deng’s deep voice echoed.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes: “The old man in the coffin must have awakened, even if not, it’s about time; we must hurry and bury it, otherwise this red coffin might not hold.”

“Need to pick up the pace.”

“I think so too.” Zhou Deng replied.

The two quickened their pace, feeling inexplicable anxiety.

The red coffin had previously shown no anomaly, but now its movement indicated burial time was near.

Although their steps quickened.

The path ahead seemed endless, the yellow mud road continuing forever like it couldn’t be finished, and the familiar clearing in the woods didn’t appear.

No matter how far they walked, how they turned, the path always remained.

“Could we be lost? I felt something was off, why haven’t we reached there after so long?” Yang Xiaohua’s voice trembled, the darkness deepening around.

Even the flashlight’s beam seemed to dim.

Carrying the red coffin, everyone seemed to enter an incomprehensible eerie place, thoroughly lost.

Yang Jian’s ghost eye surveyed, in his sight, everything was normal; the road remained the road, the old forest was still the old forest, no fierce ghost was seen around.

Yet, even if Yang Xiaohua hadn’t spoken, he himself felt something was amiss.

“Logically, we shouldn’t be lost.” Zhou Deng’s expression changed: “We’ve been moving straight along the yellow mud road without leaving it, nor have we been interfered with by any supernatural.”

“Let’s continue a little further and see.” Yang Jian couldn’t understand it either.

It seemed this path wasn’t the same as the one they took last time.

But there was only this path through the old house’s back door, no mistake.

Yet after going forward a bit more, suddenly Leuk Qingqing seemed bewildered, speaking unconsciously: “She’s here, we can’t continue forward.”

“What?”

Yang Jian’s step instinctively halted, looking towards Leuk Qingqing.

Simultaneously, Yang Xiaohua’s flashlight shone forward, revealing an eerie sight—a pair of legs in old cloth shoes appeared in the light, and as the flashlight shifted slightly upward, there stood an old woman with a vegetable basket, her face wrinkled and deathly.

This old woman stood motionless at the yellow mud road, blocking everyone’s way forward.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com