Deep in the Living
Chapter 184 - 178: Special Deceased

Chapter 184: Chapter 178: Special Deceased

Upon spotting the pitch-black coffin situated just at the edge of her line of sight, obstructing the straight path,

a bead of cold sweat slid down Hua Yuan’s face, clearly visible,

She had absolutely no Perception of the coffin’s appearance,

as if it were a gift from the forest, a "reward" for her arduous work of crushing corpses.

The patch of blackness on the coffin was even darker than any Corner of the forest under the night sky, swallowing up all light mercilessly.

Luo Di’s voice emerged from beneath the pig’s head mask.

"The black coffin... According to the bald man in the car, it belongs to the young people in the village who died abnormally, who didn’t get to order a coffin suited for themselves before the end of their lives; they are entombed in these undecorated black coffins."

Hua Yuan clasped Luo Di’s pig hand tightly, shifting her gaze away from the coffin’s black surface as if staring too long would stain her eyes black.

Her sixth sense was sharp; she could feel that the black coffin was extremely dangerous.

"Let’s take a detour."

The two of them changed their course, turning 90 degrees to proceed towards the left. However, just over a hundred meters away, the same size black coffin appeared again at the limit of their vision.

A coffin identical in blackness, deeper than the forest itself.

No matter how they changed direction or which path they took, the black coffin always appeared at the end of their sight.

This was the gift of the forest, an uncancellable one.

"It seems we have no way to avoid it."

In this time, Hua Yuan gradually calmed down; wasting time was an unwise choice, and she was ready to confront the coffin head-on.

"Let me try first."

Luo Di picked up a stone of appropriate size, assuming a very standard pitching stance.

All his strength was focused into one point, with a sharp squeal before he exerted force... huh!

Thwack!

The stone, traveling at high speed, crashed into the surface of the coffin, splitting into two, yet the coffin itself remained indifferent.

And it didn’t stir up what lay inside due to such noise,

the coffin continued to lay between the trees, silent as a corpse.

"Mr. Di, no need to waste energy~ Follow me, let’s see what this really is."

"Okay."

Hua Yuan led the way, with Luo Di following, their hands clasped together.

Despite being separated by pigskin,

even though Hua Yuan seemed very relaxed on the surface,

Luo Di could feel sweat in her palms.

The Fear that spread and grew from this island, this forest, also began to affect the sisters.

Thirty meters,

Twenty meters,

Ten meters,

the black coffin still showed no response,

Hua Yuan’s footsteps began to slow down, the Spiritual Body encircling her completely gathered, ready to resist any imminent dangers.

Ten meters,

Eight meters,

Five meters...

Hua Yuan’s attention was completely on the black coffin, or rather, it was consumed by the darkness.

Ta!

Walking behind her, Luo Di was jerked back to attention from the coffin by the snap of a tongue.

"Hua Yuan!"

With Luo Di’s pull and verbal reminder, Hua Yuan also stopped in her tracks immediately, her pupils turning red in a moment.

"Hmm... Am I actually affected?"

The two stopped five meters away and no longer approached, with the coffin now within Hua Yuan’s ’attack range’, the invisible Spiritual Body prepared to crush the coffin.

Just then,

ah... a deep sigh emanated from the depths of the coffin, as if lamenting the failure of some mental connection.

The heavy coffin lid was being pushed and shifted by the thing inside.

Boom!

A corner of the lid fell heavily to the ground.

The surrounding trees and plants made a chirping chatter as if they were alive, seeming to fear the entity within the coffin, or perhaps narrating their own final words.

The resident of the black coffin did not manifest rapidly outside the coffin like the previous bodies had done.

There was no grand entrance.

He simply crawled out of the space between, as though he had just awakened from a long sleep, his body still in recovery.

A gloved hand in black scraped along the edge of the coffin,

gradually propping up a completely naked upper body.

Rotted veins lay across the surface of the body like marbled patterns,

an abundance of mottled discolorations couldn’t hide the muscular physique honed in life, although some parts had already become necrotic and foul-smelling.

Following that,

a lower body clad in a long black skirt slowly, leisurely stepped out of the coffin.

The soles of the feet, crisscrossed with black veins, touched the ground and the flowers and plants beneath withered and died instantaneously.

A ludicrous porcelain mask was affixed to his face, with eyes set with two ancient silver coins.

Overall height just over two meters.

In his left and right hands, each clad in black gloves, he held a pitch-black cleaver whose material seemed to match the coffin, and the surface of the blade seemed to devour the surrounding darkness.

Hua Yuan stared at this special "corpse" with blood-red eyes,

without any pituitary perception,

unable to implant an impression,

any form of spiritual invasion dissipated the moment it approached the other, as if it was blocked by something.

However,

now that the entity inside the black coffin had revealed itself, Hua Yuan no longer held back and prepared to deal with this individual head-on.

The terrifying Spiritual Body gathered behind Hua Yuan, forming a whole.

Representing the invader,

representing the male collective,

representing the deepest concretization of Hua Yuan’s Fear,

it concentrated all its strength and slapped towards the special corpse emerging from the space between the coffins.

Just as it was about to hit,

a burst of laughter suddenly came from beneath the porcelain mask... Ha ha ha he!

Hua Yuan’s sixth sense quickly captured a sense of impending danger, decisively withdrawn the attack, and with full force leaped backward while retracting the Spiritual Body.

The distance between them was now six or seven meters; the cleavers in the other’s hands were clearly not long enough.

Yet this special corpse did not pursue but simply raised its arm high, aimed at Hua Yuan,

and slashed down!

As the pitch-black blade fell, it seemed to blend completely with the environment’s darkness.

Swish!

A right arm was flung into the air and soon after landing on the grass was completely devoured by the vegetation.

Hua Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked towards where her arm had been severed.

Not only was her arm severed, the wound was also tainted with a layer of pitch-black, a cold and lifeless black that completely locked down her regeneration ability.

"I’ve been injured? Pfft!"

A mouthful of black blood uncontrollably sprayed from within her,

This slash had not only cut off her right arm but also damaged the Spiritual Body, wounding the very essence of Hua Yuan.

Hua Yuan had not been injured like this in a long time.

Pain and weakness seemingly dragged her thoughts back to a long time ago, as intense emotions began to stir within the corners of Hua Yuan’s pituitary, which cracked open and became increasingly apparent.

But then.

Buzz! A strong ringing in the ears reminded Hua Yuan that danger was looming.

The thing before her was not here to invade her, nor would it grant any time to struggle.

Ha ha he~

The special corpse wearing the porcelain mask was already standing before Hua Yuan, its pitch-black silhouette completely enshrouding her as if declaring her death.

Meanwhile, Hua Yuan’s face was splitting open in the middle, as something even more terrifying was about to be born from within.

Slash!

The blade capable of devouring even darkness itself slashed straight at her.

In a critical moment,

a wave of heat rushed forth,

its speed beyond imagination,

Hua Yuan only felt her body being hoisted up by something.

A certain red glow momentarily dispelled the darkness and brought a strong warmth that penetrated through her clothes, along with an inexplicable sense of safety.

Her inner transformation was also forcibly interrupted.

Looking down,

Mr. Di was carrying her on a high-speed dash; he was no longer wearing a pig’s head, and the aura he emitted differed vastly from before.

The protruding Spine gave Hua Yuan a sense of an alternative threat.

And Mr. Di’s pupils were covered with a layer of pitch-black film, indicating a non-human attribute.

As she wondered,

a breath of ash was expelled from Luo Di’s mouth along with his voice:

"With this, we are even..."