Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 277: The Mystery of the Strange Sound in the Coffin

The shaking of the coffin lid made Wu Hen's heart skip a beat, and he almost danced on the spot.

"Fuck! Lao Lin, what are you doing? This thing looks fishy, ​​let's get out of here!"

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen's muttering, exerted a little force with his hands, and tried to push open the coffin lid.

However, the coffin lid did not move at all, as if it had merged with the coffin body.

"Huh? Can't open it?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly and put a little more strength, but there was still no response.

This coffin seemed to be firmly locked by some force.

"Let me try it!"

Wu Hen volunteered to squeeze next to Lin Qiye, rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and pushed the coffin lid with all his strength.

As a result, the coffin remained motionless, but Wu Hen himself was shocked and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

"Hiss... This thing is quite strong!" Wu Hen rubbed his numb palms, looking embarrassed.

Lin Qiye withdrew his hand and released his mental power, trying to explore the situation inside the coffin.

However, his mental power could not penetrate the surface of the coffin, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

"strangeness……"

Lin Qiye muttered to himself, "My mental strength can't even penetrate this coffin."

The size of this coffin is enough to accommodate an adult, but from the appearance, it does not look like an ordinary coffin.

The red carvings on the coffin looked even more eerie in the firelight, as if they were distorted faces roaring silently.

"This pattern... seems to have been seen somewhere..."

Wu Hen touched his chin and tried hard to recall.

Lin Qiye squatted down and carefully observed the pattern on the surface of the coffin.

He discovered that these patterns were not simple decorations, but coherent pictures that seemed to be telling a story.

In the picture, a figure in a blue robe appears repeatedly, performing various strange movements in different scenes.

Sometimes, he seemed to be praying, sometimes, he seemed to be fighting, sometimes, he seemed to be...

Dance?

"What kind of weird dance is this guy in blue doing?" Wu Hen pointed at one of the pictures, looking confused.

Lin Qiye did not answer, his eyes were fixed on the last picture.

In this picture, a man in blue stands in front of a coffin with his hands raised high, as if performing some kind of ritual.

And that coffin was exactly the same as the one in front of him!

"and many more……"

Lin Qiye suddenly realized something.

"Could it be that this coffin...isn't it actually meant for the dead?"

"Then... what is it used for?" Wu Hen asked curiously.

Lin Qiye did not answer, but reached out and gently stroked the pattern on the coffin.

"Old Lin..."

Wu Hen suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"I...I don't feel right..."

Suddenly, a muffled "bang" sound came from inside the coffin.

"Dong dong!"

There were two more muffled sounds, as if someone was knocking on the door from inside, one after another, knocking on the two people's hearts.

Wu Hen was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He subconsciously hid behind Lin Qiye, sticking half of his head out like a frightened groundhog.

"Lao Lin, what's going on? Is it really haunted? I'm timid, you have to protect me!"

Lin Qiye frowned. This sound didn't sound like that of a large creature, but rather...

Some kind of rhythmic tapping?

He tried again to penetrate the coffin with his mental power, but still to no avail.

"Don't panic, take a look at the situation first."

"Dong dong dong dong!"

This time the knocking became more rapid, as if the contents of the coffin were becoming restless.

Wu Hen tightly grasped the corner of Lin Qiye's clothes, feeling that his heart was about to jump out.

"Lao Lin, why don't we just run! Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best!"

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen's muttering. He stared at the pattern on the coffin, his mind racing.

Men in blue, strange dance steps, coffins...

What does this information actually represent?

Could it be that this coffin is not used to hold dead people, but is some kind of special device?

He shook his head. The information in these patterns was too limited, and he couldn't figure out what they meant for the time being.

"Let's go and find Baili Fatty and the others first."

The two turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and a crack appeared on the corner of the coffin lid!

Wu Hen's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he grabbed Lin Qiye, "Fuck! Old Lin! It's coming out!"

Lin Qiye tensed his muscles instantly, and his mental power surged out like a tide, sweeping across the entire hall, but he found nothing unusual.

"Strange... no trace of other creatures..."

"Crack! Crack, click!"

The cracks on the coffin lid became more and more numerous and larger, as if something was about to break out of the coffin.

Wu Hen swallowed and stared at the coffin nervously, his palms full of sweat.

"Old Lin...what on earth do you think is in this coffin?"

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the crack...

The pale hand, with distinct joints and long nails, exuded a creepy chill.

It trembled slightly in the air, as if adapting to the outside world.

"Ahhh! He's pretending to be dead!"

Wu Hen jumped up in fright and hid behind Lin Qiye, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

Lin Qiye frowned, staring at the hand intently, ready to draw his sword at any time.

Suddenly, there was another soft sound from the coffin, "ding".

The sound was crisp and pleasant, completely different from the muffled sound before.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were both stunned. What was going on?

Wu Hen carefully stuck his head out and looked at the coffin curiously.

"What... is going on?"

"Ding Ding!"

There were two more soft sounds, and Wu Hen and Lin Qiye realized that the pale hand

He actually tapped gently on the edge of the coffin, making a crisp "ding ding" sound.

"Fuck! This thing... can even knock on the door?" Wu Hen was confused.

Lin Qiye was also a little confused. What was the origin of the things in this coffin?

At this moment, the thing in the coffin seemed to be getting impatient.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A series of rapid knocking sounds rang out, as if urging the two to open the coffin quickly.

Wu Hen swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Qiye.

"Lao Lin, is this... open or not?"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then slowly drew out his sword and said, "Open!"

As the coffin lid slowly opened, a cold breath blew in.

Wu Hen couldn't help but shiver and tightly grasped the corner of Lin Qiye's clothes.

In the coffin lay a figure wearing bronze armor.

The armor is covered with rust, but its exquisite craftsmanship can still be seen.

The figure's face was obscured by a helmet, so his appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from his figure, he should be a male.

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the chest of the bronze armor.

"Click."

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye both held their breath, their eyes fixed on the bronze armor.

"Click." There was another clearer sound.

"Old Lin, what's going on?" Wu Hen asked nervously.

Lin Qiye did not answer. He felt that things were becoming increasingly strange.

This coffin, this armor, this voice...

Everything was filled with an indescribable weirdness.

"Click, click, click."

The noises became more frequent and clearer, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

Wu Hen felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He held Lin Qiye's arm tightly and stared at the bronze armor nervously.

Suddenly, Lin Qiye raised his head and looked into the depths of the hall. "Someone!"

Wu Hen was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

Then a cold voice came from the depths of the hall: "Hehehe... It seems that you have discovered my little treasure..."

Hearing the sound, Lin Qiye drew his sword without thinking, and with a flash of the sword, he was about to teleport away from this damn place.

But just as he made a move, the bronze armor made a "swish" sound, and a rusty long sword was unsheathed, pointing directly at Lin Qiye.

Although the blade is rusty, the murderous aura it exudes is real!

"What the hell!" Lin Qiye cursed inwardly. What the hell was going on?

"This thing is really good at fighting!"

In desperation, he had to put the knife back into the sheath. Now he really had a headache, as if he had poked a hornet's nest.

"Old Lin, what should we do? This bronze lump is obviously not a good person!"

Wu Hen hid behind Lin Qiye, peeking his head out, just like a little hamster stealing a landmine.

"What else can we do? Just let it sit!"

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes at Wu Hen. This guy was good for nothing except talking big.

"I...I'm worried about you!!"

Wu Hen was aggrieved and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Lin Qiye.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. If a fight breaks out, I won't be able to take care of you!"

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and decided to face the challenge.

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger. The secret in this coffin must be found out!"

He took a step forward and walked towards the coffin.

Wu Hen followed closely behind him, like a little tail.

"Hey, Lao Lin, slow down and wait for me! I'm not ready to meet my 'new friend' yet!"

Perhaps the other party had no intention of stopping him, or perhaps Lin Qiye's powerful aura frightened him.

The journey was unexpectedly smooth.

Lin Qiye quickly arrived beside the coffin. At this time, the bronze armor still maintained a vigilant posture.

The long sword was still flashing with cold light, but it did not take the initiative to attack.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, placed his hands on the edge of the coffin, and his eyes instantly became tinged with a faint golden light.

A powerful force surged in his body, as if a dormant beast was about to wake up.

His eyes were extremely determined, with an unquestionable dominance. He wanted to uncover the secret of this coffin himself.

"Click!" Accompanied by a slight sound, the coffin lid began to vibrate slightly.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to exert his strength and prepare to open the coffin, the cold voice sounded again.

"Hehehe... young man, you are very interesting... but, are you sure... you want to open it?"