[BL] I Wasn't Born Lucky (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 111

It was like Lance said. In the hotel's backyard, a coffin was suddenly placed. The rest of the backyard had been burning, giving off an unpleasant smell. Mixed with rain, the black charcoal was washed into the dirt.

However, the coffin had picked a good location. It was under a thatched shed that had a hole burned in it. However, due to the timely arrival of the rainstorm, the shed still had strong support and protected the coffin from wind and rain.

Xiao Li measured the outside rain. Then he returned to the hotel door, put the original bench over his head to cover himself from the rain and quickly went to the coffin. The lid of the coffin was closed. Based on the exterior of the coffin, it wasn't difficult to imagine what was inside. Perhaps the coffin ghost was lying stiffly inside, staring at the coffin lid with blank eyes.

The other reincarnators followed. AK47 was still carrying Park Soojin but unlike Xiao Li, they instinctively distanced themselves from the coffin. Xiao Li gently caressed the edge of the coffin with a hand and went straight to lifting the coffin board. At first, it didn't move.

Xiao Li touched the edge of the coffin back and forth with his index finger. He didn't say anything and just took out his mobile phone, setting the alarm clock. The coffin lid tentatively moved and moved again. The coffin ghost couldn't believe it. He stuck out his head, retracted it and then looked again. Xiao Li was still there. It must've opened the coffin lid in the wrong position!

The coffin ghost was obviously dry and thin. His cheeks were sunken and he looked wooden, but Shimizu could somehow see a bit of despair in the other person's eyes...

Xiao Li exited out of the alarm clock interface and typed on the memo: [We meet again.]

The coffin ghost held the mirror and something decisive flashed in his eyes. He glanced at AK47 and Park Soojin in the rear and then carefully touched the mirror. There was a flash of light on the prophecy mirror and a line appeared.

[The prophecy can't be broken. It will be corrected.]

Xiao Li sneered: [How will it be corrected? Will you transport us one by one using your coffin?]

He sat on the edge of the coffin and easily reached out to snatch the long-suffering prophecy mirror from the ghost's hands.

Coffin ghost, "!!!"

It was his mirror! Xiao Li put his index finger in front of his lips and mouthed: [Don't be afraid, I'll return it to you. Lend it to me.]

The coffin ghost, "..."

Who would believe him? Xiao Li touched the mirror like the coffin ghost. His fingers were long and slender. They were beautiful in the mirror but the prophecy mirror was indifferent. It was very cold and very loyal.

Xiao Li looked up and asked the coffin ghost: [How to use this mirror?]

The coffin ghost slowly crawled out of the coffin. It stood outside the coffin with its old bones and mouthed: [What do you want to ask?]

Xiao Li wrote: [I only want to see the past of this town.]

The coffin ghost stared at Xiao Li. He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed a few times silently. [The prophecy mirror shows the future and the coffin stores the past. If you want to see the past, you have to enter the coffin.]

Xiao Li reached out and touched the bottom of the coffin. He found there was a layer of cushion under the coffin. It was soft when he pressed against it and the coffin ghost would ignore it. Then he lay inside.

...He really lay down in the coffin.

The reincarnators, "???"

What was Sherlock doing? Before Shimizu could pull Xiao Li out, the coffin lid automatically closed. The coffin was completely covered up. The coffin ghost pressed tightly against the edge of the coffin and turned malicious eyes towards Shimizu and the others.