MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET

Buried Alive

Even though I can't control my own body, I can still feel the outside.

The chest I entered slowly went into the grave.

The funeral attendant shouted "The goat, dog and dragon, all turned around."

"Bury !!!"

After that I heard the sound of the earth covering the grave.

When Master died, I expected to face a big problem, but I really did not know that I would die this way.

Buried alive in a coffin !

Accounts not willing, I hate?

Why can't I control myself, have I been possessed by a ghost or used by someone?"

"Maha."

I laughed again strangely, suddenly my body felt light, the heavy and cold feeling slowly began to disappear.

Can you move already ?

I immediately sat down and used my head to hit the lid of the chest with all my might, many times I did so that the stars surrounded my head, I could only bite my teeth and numb the pain.

But this is all I don't think about anymore.

I hit the lid of the crate again while yelling "I'm inside, get me out, get me out of here."

Phaamm, Phamm, Phamm !!!

I hit the crate and made a loud noise, I used up all my energy, but the ground that was buried in the chest was getting bigger, I can no longer afford to open the lid of the box anymore.

The jolting coffin frightened people and thought Master's corpse was starting to rise again so they began to pick up the ground.

Blind Grandfather once said to me, that this place is a chest, if buried in the field of this coffin, it will be immediately separated and limited with the outside world.

Even if it is dead, the spirit still cannot come out, the spirit will be forever locked inside.

I am no longer afraid, but sad, disappointed and suffering.

Even if they realized I was missing, no one would think that I was in a coffin and buried alive.

End my life story.

I also started to get discouraged.

Everyone said that before I died, all the events of my life would come to mind like a show and now I realize that there are still many things that I have not done.

I'm still very young.

The crate is a secluded place, all the heat and bad energy gather in this place and of course the coffin is the most suitable thing to be in this kind of land.

I started to feel cold, before long, feeling like I was lying on top of a layer of ice.

The bag that holds the spirit summoning kit is still on my shoulder, inside there are candles and matches that I can use to get warmth.

I took the bag and took out the candles and matches.

Ccch.hh..!

Then I lighted the candle in my hand.

The wax liquid began to melt little by little until it stuck to the bottom of the crate.

I began to feel bored, when I thought about the book from Blind Grandpa, I immediately took it from the bag.

I used to hate reading books.

But why from now on I feel so happy to read.

A piece of white paper fell from the book, it was very new, in contrast to the yellowing and even blackening paper in the book.

Ehh...!

I took it and looked at the writing on the paper.

The writing on the paper was very difficult to read, it was a mess, like the writing of a child who had just learned to write.

Or is this the writing of Blind Grandpa?

Blind Grandfather could not see, it was only natural that the writing was like this.

On the paper it explains that this was all Mr. Lee's evil plan, he wanted to harm me, so he got me into the coffin and was buried alive.

Looking up to here, my emotions are starting to stabilize.

I have no fault or grudge with him, but why would he want to harm me.

I continued reading, writing a way to save myself from the coffin.

Fishing the lightning !!!

This crate is made of evergreen trees, it will certainly be easy to provoke lightning to strike and on top of this chest has not been added coniferous trees, just need to wait for the rainy season and lightning to arrive, just need to wait for the rainy season and lightning to arrive, then this chest will explode out of the ground.

Looking here, I feel like I have hope of staying alive.

Uhukk, uhukk....

I coughed in a loud voice, suddenly thinking that the air in the chest was not much and I also just blamed the candle.

I immediately extinguished the candle.

The bright light that had just been seen also began to vanish in an instant.

The air in the chest was already very limited, I still lit the candle, this was the same as me killing myself, just the tightness I felt.

I can last how long, not eating for 7 probably won't die, but what if I don't drink either ?

Can I survive until the rainy season and lightning arrives ?

Why doesn't the man who wrote this come to my aid, he just needs to dig up all the dirt on top of this crate, then I'll be able to get out safely.

"Summer Chen...!!!"

"Summer Chen...!!!"

The sound of people calling me from outside, it seemed like a female voice, who was she?