The coffin closed again with a "bang —" sound.
Everyone in the temple looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.
Xu Su and Xu Sen, who were guarding at the side, were stunned. They hurriedly tried to pry it open. Many newcomers also went over to help.
Unfortunately, the coffin lid remained as if it had been nailed to the coffin, unable to be pried open even an inch, despite the efforts of more than a dozen people.
After a long time, someone asked in a trembling voice, "Isn't … isn't Granny Yin dead?"
Yes, everyone saw it. Not only did they see it, they even touched it. There was absolutely no sign of life, and the corpse was beyond recognition. She couldn't be more dead.
But everyone clearly saw that the white-haired young man was pulled in by a strong force.
Could it be as Azan said, that the corpse had come back to life?!
The bullet screen began to flood with comments.
[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, did Granny Yin's corpse come back to life? F * ck, it's so scary.]
[Ah?? Did Magician fail his mission? Don't!]
[Even this is involved. Look at the coffin's quiet surface, it should be a disaster. Light candle.jpg]
[I don't know, the main system didn't prompt. Usually, there would be a prompt if a main mission was completed or failed. There should at least be a definite message if she's dead or alive, I'm going to faint.]
[What the hell is going on? Touch my confused little brain.jpg]
When he realized that the coffin was opened from the inside and was entangled by the cold and tough puppet threads, Zong Jiu knew that something was wrong.
But what he didn't expect was that he would be pulled in so directly.
The force was so strong that he couldn't resist. It happened in a flash, and by the time he reacted, the vermilion coffin lid had already fallen down like a jack.
Zong Jiu: "…"
The inside of the coffin was dark and narrow.
He was an adult man, more than 1.8 meters tall, but after being pulled in, he felt that it was difficult to move his hands and feet.
However, these puppet threads seemed to have been fixed in place. Unlike the few threads that were tied to Anthony's head, none of them could be shaken. They directly trapped his hands behind his back without giving him any chance to speak.
In less than a second, the white-haired young man had become a fish on the chopping board. He was pulled forward by that strong force and slammed heavily into the ice-cold chest.
At this point, Zong Jiu could not help but laugh.
Now that he was lying in the coffin, he was finally in close contact with Granny Yin's corpse, right? However, the main system was as silent as a chicken. It didn't say a single word. It didn't seem to have any intention of informing him that he had completed the main mission.
This could only mean one thing, and that was that Granny Yin's corpse had been stolen and swapped, or it had been placed somewhere else. In short, it wasn't in the coffin.
He had been too careless. Since the Devil had taken control of Azan, even if it was just a shallow control, it would not be without reason. Who knew that putting Granny Yin's corpse in the coffin wasn't to increase the difficulty for him, but to catch a turtle in a jar.
Zong Jiu thought that he had tricked No. 1, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a backup plan. What was this called? If one often walked by the river, how could one's shoes not get wet?
Zong Jiu didn't say anything. Instead, the Devil looked at his changing expression with interest.
The space inside the coffin was only so big. Even if this coffin was much bigger than an ordinary coffin, it wasn't to the extent where there was more than enough space for two people to lie inside. Therefore, it was inevitable that their bodies overlapped.
One was warm, the other was icy cold. Like the scorching heat and the bitter cold, they didn't meet. If someone saw this, they might think that they were a couple buried together.
"What? You dared to make a move on my puppet, but you didn't expect the consequences? "
The man chuckled.
He lazily played with the ends of his white hair that hung down to his chest with one hand, while the other hand slid down to the youth's beautifully shaped jaw.
Zong Jiu snorted. "I didn't expect His Excellency No. 1 to lower himself and use his authority to deal with a mere C-rank like me."
Did Zong Jiu not expect this?
Actually, he did expect this.
His ability just happened to counter the Devil's, and he had repeatedly provoked No. 1. Zong Jiu had already killed his puppet twice. This wasn't a child's play, so how could he be so naive to think that the other party didn't want to kill him?
However, what Zong Jiu didn't expect was that the Devil would not hesitate to use his authority to hunt him down for a thousand miles.
The identity of a mentor to a Devil was neither high nor low. Zong Jiu guessed that his identity had a lot of restrictions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been threatened to fold in Las Vegas.
Therefore, he really didn't expect that No. 1 would dare to openly defy the main system's rules and appear in this Instance Dungeon with his real body.
The main body's puppet thread was much harder to obtain than the puppet thread used to control the puppet.
Zong Jiu secretly exerted strength on his back for a long time, but he couldn't loosen his hands even a little bit, let alone free himself. He could only helplessly use his elbows to push against the coffin.
The Devil raised his eyebrows, but didn't expose his useless actions. Instead, he lowered his voice. "Because you're really … too interesting."
So interesting that he couldn't help but want to destroy him with his own hands.
The white glove slid down his jawline to his slender, swan-like neck.
The cold fabric rubbed against his pale skin, causing him to tremble dangerously.
Without a doubt, the neck was an undeniably dangerous area for humans.
The Devil was very satisfied to see the pair of light pink pupils subconsciously shrink, and even the collarbone caved in along with the nervous chest, glowing a cute light color.
Just like a cat that had its hair standing on end when faced with danger.
He thought absentmindedly.
But the cat in front of him was much more dangerous.
The long and narrow dark golden eyes narrowed, the man suddenly bent his knee, and as if by accident, pressed it against the young man's chest, forcing the latter to slightly raise his head.
Their hair intimately overlapped with each other, black and white intertwined.
The force exerted forced Zong Jiu to raise his head in this position.
He felt the back of his head touch the coffin lid, but no matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't lift the coffin lid at all.
The man intimately stroked the back of the young man's neck through the glove and whispered.
"What should I do, I suddenly don't want to kill you."
Compared to the seemingly ambiguous words, the cold fingers suddenly tightened.
The cold murderous intent silently spread in the narrow and dark space, causing people to unconsciously tighten their muscles.
Like a venomous snake, the malicious eyes scanned the young man's flawless face, as if expecting him to show a more pleasing expression under the high pressure and imminent death.
Zong Jiu suddenly sneered.
The hand on his neck tightened, but he lazily raised his eyes as if nothing had happened.
"Kill me if you want, don't talk nonsense."
He was clearly at a disadvantage, but he didn't have a trace of fear, instead, he continued to provoke.
Just this courage alone was enough to make people raise their eyebrows.
Until now, No. 1 finally took a good look at the appearance of the old enemy in the prophecy.
The stunning beauty described in the original text was absolutely true, otherwise, he wouldn't be called a vase.
But the most eye-catching thing was his eyes that were as bright as stars.
In this boundlessly narrow darkness where even his hands and feet could not be stretched out, this pair of eyes was so bright that it seemed to have come from a distant galaxy. It was like a photon that was born in a star particle and was produced by the collision of positive and negative electrons.
It could have chosen to go anywhere in the depths of the universe, but it had chosen to come here. It had chosen a pair of existences that were born from twisted malice. Dragging its brilliant and fleeting tail feathers, it had bumped into the dark golden eyes in a meaningless manner, burning everything up.
The cold fingers slightly loosened.
The mixed green and red bruises bloomed on the delicate skin like a mottled flower, with a tyrannical beauty.
The demon was slightly surprised. "You're not afraid?"
"Yeah, I'm not afraid."
Because his neck was choked, Zong Jiu could only speak intermittently.
But not only did he not stop, he continued to provoke relentlessly.
"Not only am I not afraid … I also want to tell you a secret."
The itchy 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 sleeves. "Let's hear it."
The puppet threads lifted the young man's hands from behind his back and twisted his hands to fix them above his head, making it easier for their master to appreciate the dying expression of their prey.
Feeling the force, Zong Jiu cursed in his mind.
If he really brought it up, wouldn't he be able to see the little movements his hands were doing behind his back?
Fortunately, Zong Jiu's reaction was fast enough.
In order to cover his actions, he could only lower his body and was forced to get close to the demon's body.
The coffin was only so big, and it had to fit two people, so it was already overwhelmed.
The sounds from the outside seemed to be blocked out, and it was as quiet as an eternal tomb deep underground. He couldn't hear the other trainees' conversations, and even his struggling movements didn't affect him at all.
The young man's face kept getting closer and closer, and the long hair on both sides of his face fell.
Because of the lack of oxygen, the corners of his long and narrow eyes were red, and in the dim environment without a trace of light, his face was even more beautiful, so demonic that he looked like a monster that fed on people's vitality.
They were very close to each other. So close that their breaths were intertwined.
The warm breath and the cold breath collided, and the fire met the cold winter, not to be outdone.
Just as the tips of their noses were about to touch, Zong Jiu spoke.
His thin lips opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse, but it was also filled with extreme conceit and determination.
"Villains … die from talking too much."
In the next second, a bright fire suddenly burst out in the darkness.
It wasn't the light in the young man's eyes, but a real fire.
The coffin made of cedar wood was sturdy and heavy, but it was 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 torch dyed with oil ignited the wooden coffin.
The extremely high temperature and fire ignited the narrow space, creating a raging sea of fire.
Sparks and flame-dyed wood fell, igniting the corners of his clothes.
The white-haired young man laughed happily and savagely, and the corners of his lips curled up crazily.
He imitated the devil's favorite tone and lowered his voice, which was ambiguous and filled with cold murderous intent.
"What do you think, Lord Devil, who fought in his true form, I'm afraid you haven't tasted death yet, right?"
They looked at each other in the sea of fire. Around them, the wooden planks let out creaking sounds as if they couldn't bear the burden after being burned. It was as if doomsday had arrived.
"Indeed, I haven't felt it before."
The dark golden pupils no longer had the previous laziness, and the dark fire that burned to the bottom of his heart merged with the raging fire, unlocking the shackles of the world's most twisted and darkest evil beast, releasing it from its cage.
The person who did all this was laughing as usual.
If someone saw this scene, they would probably scream in fear.
Because he saw the two lunatics not only not moving as death approached, but also relaxing their bodies and revealing the same smile.
In the terrifying background of the flames, the devil slowly took off his white gloves.
His cold fingertips were also heated by the boiling blood, and were shockingly hot.
The devil laughed and loosened his grip on the young man's neck. Instead, he forcefully pressed the young man against his chest, blocking all possible escape routes for the young man.
His laughter was hoarse, but it was slightly different from the reaction he had when he was amused in Las Vegas.
"— What a pity. I changed my mind. "
Everything around them was burned to ashes.
They hugged each other, and with the strongest killing intent, they fell into the burning hell together.