Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 35: Mysterious Coffin! Mr. Fan, Please Spare the Coffin under Your Sword!_1
"Innkeeper! Ghosts! There are ghosts!" In the main hall of the inn on the first floor, a shop assistant cried out in panic, his voice trembling slightly: "Innkeeper, what... what do we do?"
"How the hell should I know!"
The innkeeper had been preparing to close up for the night when this incident occurred, causing his scalp to tingle!
Both of their legs were shaking violently, as limp as noodles.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to run; they simply couldn’t move their legs, they couldn’t run at all!
They stared at the inn’s entrance in terror.
They saw a strange coffin plastered with numerous talismans lying at the inn’s entrance, having appeared out of nowhere!
The talismans on the coffin were badly torn, as if they had been forcefully shredded by some mysterious power, or as if someone had torn them by hand.
The temperature inside the inn...
Seemed to have dropped.
Though the innkeeper and the shop assistant hadn’t seen a ghost with their own eyes, encountering such bizarre incidents in this supernatural world... they were one hundred percent certain they had encountered a ghost late at night!
After all, who would dare carry around a coffin as a joke in the middle of the night? Aren’t they afraid of being haunted by ghosts?
Suddenly.
The coffin vibrated slightly and moved a few inches further into the inn!
It!
It actually moved!!!
The innkeeper gasped sharply, terror striking him.
His complexion instantly turned deathly pale, his eyes rolling upwards.
He collapsed, powerless.
This dumbfounded the nearby shop assistant.
If the innkeeper had fainted, didn’t that mean he was alone, facing the ghost?
Fear had already permeated his being.
And the temperature inside the inn continued to drop.
The candle flames flickered incessantly as gusts of cold wind arose within the hall.
Causing tables and chairs to tremble slightly!
"Ghost... Grandpa Ghost! Grandma Ghost! I... I, Hong Goudan, have never done anything against heaven and reason! The most guilty thing I’ve done in my life is... is just that, a few days ago, I secretly accepted a piece of silver as a tip from a wealthy guest without telling the innkeeper."
The shop assistant was paralyzed with fear on the ground.
His pants were wet, but he was completely oblivious to it.
He was so scared that he didn’t even notice he had wet himself!
However...
His pleas were futile.
Not only did the coffin not stop, but it also continued moving further into the inn!
This time, it moved several steps!
The shop assistant was numb!
This distance was already enough for him to feel the freezing aura emanating from the coffin; it felt as though a block of eternal ice was drawing nearer to him.
As the coffin came closer and closer, a sense of despair rose within the shop assistant.
He grimaced and pinched his unresponsive thighs with all his might.
But, it was still to no avail.
His legs wouldn’t obey him!
The next second.
The shop assistant suddenly felt something grabbing the collar of his garment from behind as if a monster had picked him up.
He watched his unresponsive feet slowly rise more than two feet off the ground!
"Excuse me."
Two words unexpectedly sounded from behind him.
Before the shop assistant could turn around, he found himself thrown backward.
After being tossed to the ground without much force, the shop assistant quickly looked up.
Instantly!
He saw a towering figure!
As majestic as a mountain!
Who is this?
The shop assistant recalled.
This man in front of him seemed to be the mysterious stranger who arrived at the inn this evening, requesting to stay for one night.
He was considered a peculiar person because, from childhood to adulthood, the shop assistant had never seen such a tall person!
The first time he saw him...
He was deeply shocked!
And now...
He was still in shock!
...
Fan Wu paid no attention to what was going on in the shop assistant’s mind.
He glanced at the innkeeper lying unconscious on the ground and, with the sheathed Demon-slaying Sword in hand, he lightly flicked it toward the ground.
The shopkeeper was cast aside like a piece of trash by Fan Wu with a flick of his hand.
Afterwards, his gaze fell upon a blood-red coffin in front of him.
The coffin was a rectangular shape and looked quite large.
Most of the charm papers stuck on its surface were already damaged, and it appeared as if they had been damaged recently.
There seemed to also be ink brush lines that had bound the coffin together.
But most of those ink brush lines were also broken.
Charm papers.
Ink brush lines.
Coffin.
The combination of these three elements would lead anyone with a bit of imagination to guess that there was definitely an evil entity within this coffin!
The coffin continued to creep forward, its bottom scraping against the inn’s floor and emitting a series of ear-piercing noises.
"Brave... brave warrior, that’s a ghost..." The shop assistant was very touched by Fan Wu’s "rescue." He felt he could not remain silent with a clear conscience.
So, he mustered his courage and with a trembling voice, he offered a warning.
Fan Wu acted as if he heard nothing.
He watched as the coffin became increasingly close, neither retreating nor dodging.
Instead, he stepped forward with one foot!
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the shop assistant, Fan Wu directly stepped on top of the coffin!
"Hiss!" The shop assistant took in a breath of cold air: "Guest... Sir, be careful. This... this is going to..."
He stopped speaking there.
Abruptly.
Because he watched Fan Wu, with a bit of pressure from his leg against the coffin, kick the heavy solid wood coffin and make it shift sideways!
The coffin made a sharp, piercing noise as it scraped against the ground, being forced to move directly toward the outside of the inn.
The shop assistant was stunned once again!
Wasn’t this a bit too bold?
Could this guest really be unafraid of ghosts and spirits?
To the extent of kicking the coffin away!
And moreover...
What kind of strength was this?
The coffin seemed to weigh at least three to four hundred pounds, right?
Could it be kicked so far without using much effort?
Ah this...
Huh?
Wait a minute!
The shop assistant, whose mind had gradually returned a bit to him, now noticed that Fan Wu’s attire was different from ordinary clothes.
He recognized this style of clothing, wasn’t it the attire worn by Taoists?
The shop assistant’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized
— could this be a Taoist Priest?!
No wonder he wasn’t afraid of ghosts and dared to kick the coffin away.
It turned out he was a cultivator!!
"Tao... Taoist Priest! It... it’s coming back!!" The shop assistant hadn’t had time to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw the coffin that Fan Wu had kicked out of the inn charging straight back towards the interior.
And this time, it was moving even faster!
If it was moving like a tortoise before, now it was like a crazed, rampaging bull!
Watching the coffin charging recklessly.
Fan Wu’s expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of panic.
He placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.
The Demon-slaying Sword was slowly drawn out, its sharp edges reflecting a chilling light under the flickering candlelight.
His entire aura transformed!
A murderous intent permeated and spread!
The ferocious and overwhelming power radiating from him was so intense that it directly scattered the yin energy emanating from the coffin.
Even the shop assistant behind Fan Wu could clearly feel a suffocating sensation coming over him.
At that moment, something unexpected happened.
The coffin, charging straight at him, seemed to sense something and... when it was about to enter within five steps of Fan Wu...
It abruptly came to a halt.
Stopped in its tracks!
"Taoist Fan! Please wait!!"
It was at this moment, an urgent shout could be heard getting closer.
"Spare the coffin beneath your sword!!"
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