[MTL, BL] The Days of Being Madly Pursued by the Boss of the Horror World

6.4

The ceremony on the second day, imitated the traditional form of burial.

Yu Jin still burned the rope binding his hands and feet, took off the cloth covering his eyes, and tried to open the coffin lid.

The soil on the lid of the coffin was tightly covered, and the villagers pressed it with shovels, and it seemed that some heavy objects had been added to it, making it more difficult to rescue themselves.

Yu Jin was forced to go on a diet, and his physical strength fell even further, and his current posture was inconvenient to exert force.

He took out his knife and cut a hole in the lid of the coffin. The sand that covered it fell into the crevices and landed on the side of his face.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. He himself just wanted to put some soil in to reduce the weight on the coffin lid. But he was difficult to move in the coffin, and once the soil accumulated, it would drown him.

He didn't expect that the pit was so deep and the object on the coffin was so heavy.

There were still some rotten vegetables leaves and insects flowing in with the soil, and Yu Jin felt disgusted, turned his face away, and crushed the insects to death.

There was less and less air in the coffin, and the harder and harder it was for him to breathe.

The narrow space made it difficult for him to change his posture, and he could only break the coffin lid corresponding to a small square area from the top of his head to his chest. He pressed the edge of the top of his head corresponding to the coffin lid and pushed up, finally prying the coffin lid open a small crack.

The coffin lid on the other side was pressing heavily on his chest, and he "tsk" and tried to lift the entire square area up.

This process is a bit more difficult. The coffin lid itself is heavy, not to mention the pressure from heavy objects on it. Every time Yu Jin tries for a while, he has to stop and rest.

If it weren't for the lack of physical strength now, the situation would not be so critical. He began to suspect that the so-called prohibition of eating for the sake of "purity" was really just another way to prevent the sacrifice from escaping.

The lack of oxygen left him dazed and in a trance.

There was a whistling wind from above, grass and trees swayed, sand and stones flew away, and the heavy objects covering the coffin lid seemed to have loosened and rolled to one side under the strong wind.

Then came the dirt on top, which was also swept up the hillside on the other side by the wind. He heard the sound of stones hitting the coffin lid.

The coffin lid made a "click" and was pushed aside, and a force pulled him out of the coffin.

The fresh and abundant air finally made him conscious gradually, and when he opened his eyes, he met Ding He's worried eyes again.

He struggled to sit up, but was stopped by Ding He softly: "Don't move."

He could only lie back in Ding He's arms obediently, looking at the starlight sprinkled on him in a blur.

Ding He had obvious anger in his eyes, he picked up Yu Jin and walked straight to the ancestral hall.

Within a day, Yu Jin's weight was lighter again, and he held it in his arms like a pile of feathers, and the wind blew and fell in all directions.

Ding He found a futon, put him on it carefully, and brought the new tribute that the villagers had just put on to feed him.

The villagers, startled by the miracle, offered better tributes.