He pushed away the black iron coffin board and lay straight in. He even put a quilt inside and placed a pillow to ensure that he could lie more comfortably.

"The sliding coffin is still very good after eighteen years. I just don't know who the ex-command of this coffin is." Yin Changsheng covered the coffin board and fell into darkness. This coffin was not Yin Changsheng, but a neighbor who died in a strange resurrection when he refreshed eighteen years ago.

As usual, he should have entered the return lantern of life now, but Yin Changsheng did not. His life after traveling through time was very regular. He went out early and returned late to do farm work, and had a bite of food, and even had no communication between neighbors.

It’s not that he is withdrawn, but that in this environment, the neighbors have no intention of bragging about him. In addition, he has lived a long time and has changed more than ten of his neighbors, so he gradually stopped interacting.

Anyway, you will die sooner or later, so why bother to think about these things?

As for his previous life, he couldn't help but laugh. Many things have blurred over time. Whether it is relatives, friends, entertainment or work, many have disappeared in his mind, leaving only a rough outline.

"I hope my life will be stronger and my luck will be better, and I will live through this life sacrifice."

In the darkness, Yin Changsheng opened his eyes. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't dare, for fear that he would not be able to open his eyes again once he closed his eyes.

A world without hope, living is Yin Changsheng's goal, and he wants to live no matter what way.

In my mind, a black figure was staring at him with empty eyes.

At this moment, Yin Changsheng knew that it had passed the hour of Hai and had arrived at the hour of Zi on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Countless black mud kept gushing out from the figure's feet and spread from his mind to his body.

In an instant, black mud kept seeping out of his pores, covering his entire body, looking like a clay figure.

"Well, the family in my previous life should be Lantern Festival now."

Yin Changsheng coughed out a mouthful of black mud. He could clearly feel that his eyes were covered by black mud, and black mud flowed out of his nose. He instinctively wanted to wipe it with his hands, but his hands were pressed by the black mud so hard that they could not move.

"It seems that my life is not hard enough this time, so I can't save it."

This time, Yin Chang met the situation for the first time in 18 years. Before, he looked at the strange thing at most. The most dangerous thing was to vomit black mud. Now this love

Yin Changsheng, who was about to die, was very calm. He knew that he was powerless to turn things around and no matter how he did, he could do nothing.

The black mud kept gushing out of his body, filling the black iron coffin with a lot of stuff, and even squeezed out of the gap and dripped into the house. The black mud was winding like a living thing.

Until the end, the black mud broke the entire black iron coffin, and a black figure stood in this house full of black mud.

Strange, revived.
Chapter completed!