58 Chapter 58

The coffin closed again with a bang.

Everyone in the temple looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.

Xu Su and Xu Sen, who were standing by, were stunned and hurried over to try to pry it open. Many newcomers also gathered around to help.

Unfortunately, more than a dozen people tried their best, but the coffin lid still seemed to be nailed to the coffin, and it was impossible to pry it open at all.

After a long time, someone asked tremblingly: "Then... Isn't that Yin Po dead?"

Yes, everyone saw it, not only saw it but also touched it. There was absolutely no sign of life, and the body was unrecognizable. It couldn't be deader.

But everyone just saw that the white-haired young man was clearly pulled in by a strong force.

Could it be that as the black-clothed Azan said, this was a resurrection? !

The barrage also began to swipe the screen crazily.

[Oh my god, has this witch turned into a corpse? Damn, so scary]

[Ah? ? Did the magician fail in his mission? No!]

[It's been pulled in. The surface of the coffin is quiet. It should be a bad omen. Light a candle.jpg]

[I don't know. The main system didn't prompt it. Generally, there are prompts for completing or failing the main mission. There should be a definite signal whether it's dead or alive. I'm dizzy]

[What the hell is going on? Touch my confused little head.jpg]

After realizing that the coffin was opened from the inside and was entangled by the cold and extremely tough puppet silk, Zong Jiu secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

But what he didn't expect was that he would be pulled in so directly.

The force was so strong that it could not be resisted. In a flash, by the time he reacted, the vermilion coffin lid had already fallen like a jack.

Zong Jiu: "..."

The coffin was dark and narrow.

He was an adult man, over 1.8 meters tall, and after being pulled in, he felt that he could not move his hands and feet.

But these puppet strings seemed to be fixed, unlike the easily torn strings tied on Anthony's head, none of which was difficult to shake, and directly trapped his hands on his back without any explanation.

In just less than a second, the white-haired young man became a fish on the chopping board, pulled forward by the great force, and hit heavily on the cold chest.

At this point, Zong Jiu was also angry and laughed.

Now that he was lying in the coffin, he finally had a negative distance contact with Yin Po's body, right? But the main system was as quiet as a chicken, without a word, and there was no intention to tell him that he had completed the main task.

This can only mean one thing, that is, Yin Po's body was stolen and replaced, or placed somewhere else, in short, it was not in the coffin.

He was also careless. Since the demon controlled the black-clothed Azan, even if it was a shallow control, it would not be aimless. Who knew that putting the corpse of the Yin Po in the coffin was not to increase his difficulty, but to catch the turtle in the jar.

Zong Jiu thought he had tricked No.1, but he didn't expect that the other party would have such a trick. What is this called, if you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet?

Zong Jiu didn't say anything, but the demon looked at his changing expression with interest.

The space in the coffin is so small, even if this coffin is much larger than an ordinary coffin, it is not enough for two people to lie in it. So inevitably, their bodies overlapped.

One is warm, and the other is cold. Like the scorching heat and the severe cold, they don't meet each other. If someone saw it, they might think it was a couple buried together.

"What? Dare to attack my puppet, but didn't expect the consequences?"

The man chuckled.

He lazily played with the white hair that fell on his chest with one hand, and slid his other hand to the young man's beautifully shaped jaw.

Zong Jiu snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that No.1 would condescend to use his authority to deal with a small C-level like me."

Do you want to say that Zong Jiu didn't expect it?

Actually, he did expect it.

His ability just happened to restrain the devil, and he repeatedly made trouble for No.1. Zong Jiu had killed his puppet twice. This was not a child's play. How could he be so naive as to think that the other party had no intention of killing him.

But what Zong Jiu really didn't expect was that the devil would not hesitate to use his authority to chase him thousands of miles away.

The identity of a mentor is neither high nor low for a devil. Zong Jiu guessed that his identity had full restrictions, otherwise he would not have been threatened to fold in Las Vegas.

So he really didn't guess that No.1 dared to openly defy the rules of the main system and appeared in this copy in his true form.

The puppet strings of the real master are much more difficult to deal with than the puppet strings that control the puppet.

Zong Jiu secretly exerted his strength behind his back for a long time, but he couldn't loosen his hands even a little, let alone free himself. He could only use his elbows to push against the coffin surface weakly.

The devil raised his eyebrows, but did not point out his useless little action. Instead, he lowered his voice, "Because you are really... too interesting."

It was so interesting that I couldn't help wanting to destroy it myself.

The white gloves slid along the jawline to the slender swan neck.

The fabric rubbed against the pale skin with a cold touch, causing waves of dangerous tremors.

There is no doubt that the neck is an indisputable dangerous area for humans.

The devil was very satisfied to see that the pair of light pink pupils shrank subconsciously, and the collarbone also sank with the tension of the chest, showing a lovely light color.

Like a cat with its fur standing up when it encounters danger.

He thought carelessly.

But the cat in front of him is much more dangerous.

The narrow dark golden eyes narrowed, and the man suddenly bent his knees, as if inadvertently, and pressed against the young man's chest, forcing the latter to raise his head slightly.

The hair of the two of them overlapped closely, black and white interlaced.

The force applied forced Zong Jiu to raise his head in this posture.

He felt that the back of his head had already touched the lid of the coffin, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't lift the lid up.

The man touched the back of the young man's neck intimately through his gloves, whispering.

"What should I do? I suddenly feel reluctant to kill you."

In contrast to the ambiguous words, it was the cold fingers that suddenly tightened.

The cold murderous intent spread silently in the narrow and dark space, making people unable to help but tighten their muscles.

The malicious eyes like a venomous snake wandered on the young man's flawless face, as if expecting him to show a more pleasing expression when he was under high pressure and death was approaching.

Zong Jiu suddenly sneered.

Although the hand pinching his neck was getting tighter and tighter, he looked up lazily as if nothing had happened.

"Kill if you want, don't talk nonsense."

Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not afraid at all, but continued to provoke.

This fearless courage alone is enough to attract people's attention.

It was not until this moment that No.1 took a good look at the appearance of this prophesied enemy.

The amazing beauty described in the original text was absolutely true, otherwise it would not be called a vase.

But the most eye-catching thing was his pair of eyes that were as bright as stars.

In this endless and narrow darkness where even hands and feet could not be stretched, these eyes were so bright, as bright as if they came from a distant galaxy, like a photon born from the collision of positive and negative electrons in a stellar particle.

It could have chosen to go anywhere in the depths of the universe, but it chose to come here, chose a pair of existences born from twisted malice, dragging its brilliant and fleeting tail feathers, and crashed into the dark golden eyes in a meaningless manner, burning everything.

The cold fingers loosened slightly.

The mixed blue and red bruises bloomed on the delicate skin, like a mottled blooming flower, with a sadistic beauty.

The devil was slightly surprised, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid."

Because his neck was pinched, Zong Jiu could only speak intermittently.

But he not only did not stop talking, but also tirelessly provoked.

"Not only am I not afraid... I want to tell you a secret."

The tingling feeling like being scratched by a cat came again.

No.1 stretched his limbs and showed an interested expression.

He slowly tidied up his slightly messy cuffs, "Tell me about it."

The puppet silk lifted the young man's hands from behind his back, twisted his hands and pretended to fix them to the top of his head, so that their owner could more easily appreciate the dying look of the prey at this moment.

Feeling this force, Zong Jiu cursed in his heart.

If this was really lifted up, wouldn't the little movements of his hands behind his back be exposed!

Fortunately, Zong Jiu's reaction was also quick enough.

In order to cover up his actions, he could only bend down and get close to the demon's body.

The coffin was so small that it could not hold two people.

The sounds outside seemed to be isolated. It was as quiet as a grave deep underground. He could not hear the conversations of other trainees, and even the struggles just now could not shake it.

The young man's face was getting closer and bigger, and his long hair hung down on both sides of his cheeks.

Because of lack of oxygen, the corners of his narrow eyes were red, and his face was more beautiful in the dim environment without a trace of light. He looked like a ghost that sucked people's essence for food.

They were very close. So close that their breaths were almost intertwined.

The warm breath and the cold breath collided with each other, and the flames met the cold winter, unwilling to be outdone.

Just when the noses of the two were about to come together, Zong Jiu spoke.

His thin lips opened and closed, his voice was hoarse, but it also revealed extreme arrogance and determination.

"The villain... dies because of talking too much."

The next second, a bright fire suddenly burst out in the darkness.

It was not the light contained in the young man's eyes, but a real fire.

The coffin made of nanmu is solid and heavy, but it is very easy to ignite.

The tip of the torch that suddenly appeared in Zong Jiu's hand licked the top of the silent coffin, and in an instant, the oil-stained torch ignited the wooden coffin.

The extremely high temperature and fierce fire ignited the narrow space, burning a raging sea of ​​fire.

Sparks and wood strips stained with flames fell and ignited the corners of clothes.

The white-haired young man laughed happily and wildly, with the corners of his lips raised wildly.

He lowered his voice like the devil's favorite tone, ambiguous and cold and murderous.

"How about it, the devil who is in the real battle, I'm afraid you haven't tasted the taste of death yet?"

They looked at each other in the sea of ​​fire, and the surrounding wooden boards were burned out and made unbearable sounds, creaking, and connected into one, as if the end of the world was coming.

"I really haven't felt it."

The dark golden pupils changed from the previous laziness, and the dark fire that burned to the bottom of the heart merged with the fierce fire, opening the shackles for the most twisted and dark evil beast in the world and releasing it from the cage.

The person who did all this was smiling.

If someone saw this scene, they would probably scream in fear.

Because he saw that the two lunatics did not move at all when death was approaching, but relaxed their bodies and showed each other the same smile.

In the terrifying background of flames, the devil slowly took off his white gloves.

The fingertips, as cold as a cold cellar, were also stained with temperature because of the boiling blood, and were incredibly hot.

The devil laughed and released the hand that was pinching the young man's neck, and instead pressed him hard against his chest, blocking all the ways for the other party to escape.

His laughter was hoarse, but it was subtly different from Las Vegas's reaction to being pleased at that time.

"- What a pity. I changed my mind."

Everything around them turned into ashes in flames.

Hugging each other, and holding the strongest murderous intent in each other's arms, they fell into the fiery hell together.