Genius Club-Chapter 555 - 8: Dark Moon and High Winds_3

"Can you talk less?"

Lin Xian frowned, stopped with the shovel in hand, and looked at Gao Yang:

"We’re digging a grave, not treasure hunting. We’re already nervous enough, why do you keep babbling on and on?"

"I’m trying to distract myself!"

Gao Yang shouted:

"Damn, it’s a dark and windy night, in the wild wilderness, and we’re digging up a coffin with a female corpse inside... Who wouldn’t be freaked out by this!"

Shortly after.

The two had finally cleaned off all the dirt from the coffin lid, which was still tightly sealed and nailed shut.

Although its edges were already rotting.

But the solid wooden board was too heavy for two people to lift; they needed a crowbar.

This kind of crowbar has a sharp end that can be poked into the gap between the lid and the side of the coffin, then with a forceful press, leveraging the principle of the lever to pry it open.

Lin Xian pursed his lips.

It was true that the feeling of the hair on his spine chilling grew stronger amidst the deep mountain forest, a lone coffin, and the blood-red pomegranate flowers ahead.

"Let’s hurry up."

Lin Xian tossed the crowbar in his hand to Gao Yang and picked up another one:

"Let’s pry the coffin open and see what’s inside."

"Wait a moment."

Gao Yang, as if facing a formidable enemy, stopped Lin Xian.

Then he untied the cloth bag around his waist, walking around the coffin while scattering the glutinous rice from the bag along the way:

"I’ll draw a protective circle first."

"Is that the so-called materialist weapon you were talking about?" Lin Xian scoffed.

"This is it."

Gao Yang took out a candle from his backpack and waved it in front of him:

"We need to light a candle in the northeast of the coffin. As long as the candle doesn’t go out, it means we’re safe. If the candle goes out, it means the tomb’s owner disagrees with us stealing, and we must leave everything untouched and leave."

"Who could possibly agree to this kind of thing?"

"Oh, why do you have so many questions! Traditions and rules have been passed down this way for so many years, don’t ask so much! It’s disrespectful!"

Having said that, Gao Yang ignored Lin Xian and went straight to the northeast corner of the coffin.

He stuck the candle into the pile of soil.

Then he ignited the lighter and lit the candle.

In this silent, cold deep mountain forest, where you couldn’t see your hand before your face, the sight of a small, warm candlelight flickering suddenly felt somewhat comforting.

"That’s it."

Gao Yang clapped his hands:

"All the preparation is done, let’s open the coffin!"

He bent down, picked up the solid steel crowbar from the ground, and stood with Lin Xian at opposite narrow ends on top of the coffin lid.

Crack! Crack!

They each exerted force, inserting the protruding end of the crowbar into the gap under the lid, then hammered them with picked-up stones to ensure the crowbars were wedged in, so they would hold when pried.

Lin Xian and Gao Yang then adjusted their positions.

The coffin lid was indeed heavy, and also nailed down, so they had to press down together, and in one coordinated effort, pry the board open.

"Ready?"

Lin Xian looked at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang cautiously glanced at the steadily burning candle on the northeast corner, nodded solemnly, and tensed his biceps:

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"Get ready, you do the countdown!"

Lin Xian took a deep breath.

With both hands, he gripped the crowbar tightly:

"3, 2, 1, pry!"

The two clenched their teeth and exerted force at the same time!

Screech~~~~~~

A strange sound similar to a cat’s meow came through!

In an instant!

A corner of moonlight shifted out from behind the dark clouds, illuminating the rolling clouds, the silent mountains, and into the crack of the opened coffin!

Whoosh——

A sudden gust of night wind blew by, snuffing out the candle burning at the southeast corner of the coffin in an instant!

Gao Yang’s face turned ashen on the spot!

He dropped the crowbar to the ground with a clatter, and with a thud, he knelt on his knees, hands pressed together:

"Ancestor, Ancestor! Spare us! We’re leaving right now! Please don’t come over! Don’t come out!"

"Are you crazy, Gao Yang!"

Lin Xian just couldn’t take it anymore:

"There was nothing to be afraid of in the first place! You’re the one who’s whipped up this atmosphere! Hurry up and come over!"

However, Gao Yang had already been scared out of his wits, his hands trembling and fumbling with the black donkey hoof in his pocket, utterly unable to get a grip on it.

"Good for nothing and bad at everything."

Lin Xian cursed under his breath, stood up straight, stomped down with his full body weight on the crowbar with his left foot, leveraging the lid of the coffin to pop up with a screeching friction sound, then with his right foot aimed at the jolted coffin lid, he kicked it hard to the side—

Bang! "Ahhh!!!! Eat my donkey hoof!"

The displaced coffin lid dropped heavily, the thud sounding simultaneously with Gao Yang’s scream.

Gao Yang’s black donkey hoof missed its target.

It flew past the coffin and hit a pomegranate tree behind it. Several branches and leaves trembled, petals fluttered down, then immediately returned to calm.

Lin Xian let out a sigh...

Then he took a step forward.

Bowed his head.

And let the bright light of the miner’s lamp shine inside the coffin—

Neat, clean.

Several piles of neatly folded clothes, a tidy stack of notebooks in the corner of the coffin, a once-popular Western doll, a Sony Walkman, a makeup mirror, photo albums, laid-flat certificates, erect trophies, hairclips in a glass box, red diplomas tied with silk ribbons, a pink plastic photo frame...

This didn’t look like a coffin.

It was more like, the storage room of a young girl.

Lin Xian slowly raised his head.

The light on the miner’s hat shifted upwards, illuminating the photo frame standing on top of the makeup box.

It was a girl with a blooming smile.

She was making a playful peace sign, looking this way.

A jaunty brown ponytail flew out behind her head;

Her beautiful eyes curved into two gentle crescents;

The cute dimples on both sides of her mouth appeared and disappeared;

And at the corner of her left eye...

Was a perfectly placed teardrop mole.