It was not until the second half of the night that the couple in the main room fell asleep, and Old Liu also started to snore evenly. Wu Feng originally wanted to go out and practice again, but he imagined it would be fine. The main reason was that it was too late and he couldn't practice for a long time. It was about to dawn. Besides, he didn't sleep all night last night and dared to go all day long. Now he is a little sleepy.

Wu Feng slowly closed his eyes, thought about the Yin and Yang Eight-Yang Infinite Marrow Cleansing Meridian, and his consciousness began to float a little. Listening to the snoring inside and outside the house, he suddenly felt very sleepy.

Suddenly, Wu Feng felt something bad. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a dark space. Even if he tried hard to open his eyes wide, he could not see anything. The endless darkness swallowed him up. Wu Feng was extremely frightened and reminded himself not to panic. He reached out and fumbled carefully. He found that there was something beside him. It was a wall. Wu Feng tapped his hand and made a thumping sound, as if it was a wooden board. He stretched out his hand and touched in the other direction. It was still a wooden board, and then the top of his head, more than half a foot away from his head. Wu Feng reached out and touched it, and it was also a thick wooden board.

Finally, Wu Feng knew where he was. At some point, he was sealed in a coffin. The dull sound from the coffin board also told him that he was buried deep underground.

The boundless sense of fear quickly surrounded Wu Feng from all directions, wrapping Wu Feng tightly. What happened to me was lying there and sleeping just now. In a blink of an eye, I was banned in the coffin. Where did Lao Liu go? Where did the yellow-haired monkey go? And where did Mr. Fang and his family go?

Many questions lingered in my heart. Wu Feng was hiding around in fear and panic in the coffin, hoping to find his own thing. The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword and the Slave of the Corpse, the Magic Ruler, Maoshan Emperor Ling, had nothing, where did he go

Wu Feng was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head. He wanted to sit up, but he couldn't sit up at all. The space was too small, so it was difficult to raise his head.

Is this a dream? Why does this feel so real? What's wrong

As time passed, Wu Feng suddenly felt new fear. Because the air in the coffin became thinner and thinner, Wu Feng felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and was breathing in big mouths, like a fish thrown on the shore.

After a while, the feeling of suffocation became even stronger. Wu Feng's chest was about to explode. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and hit the coffin board hard. He also wanted to use the feminine palm taught by his ancestors to him to smash the coffin, but found that the dantian was empty and he could not breathe at all.

Finally, Wu Feng stopped struggling, his chest seemed to explode and he couldn't breathe. He kept scratching the coffin board with his hands, his fingernails were bleeding, and he could feel his eyes bulging out. Are he going to die?

And I was suffocated to death in the coffin. I'm afraid this should be one of the cruelest ways to die in the world.
Chapter completed!