Chapter 252 Red Coffin (4) (4000 words)

  Although the pronunciation of Burmese-Taiwan is a bit weird, after getting familiar with it, it is not an obscure language.

  What Yan Junze is most afraid of is the same word. The pronunciation of Burmese-Taiwan is completely different from that of most official languages. In that case, it is equivalent to another foreign language.

   If you want to master a foreign language in a short period of time and use it to communicate with the person in the coffin without barriers, it must be harder than reaching the sky.

  After chatting with Zhang Xiaomo for a few words, he found that the pronunciation of Burmese-Taiwan was just weird, but not difficult to understand.

   After getting acquainted with each other for a brief moment, the water in the room had already submerged the two people's waists.

  Seeing that Yan Junze didn't mean to go into the coffin, Zhang Xiaomo was rather anxious, and reminded: "Didn't you say you want to go in and try to get rid of the coffin's weird obsession? Why don't you go in? Why don't you keep asking me in Burmese and Thai?"

   Soon the stagnant water spread up, completely submerging the coffin lying flat on the ground, but it seemed that no water flowed into the coffin, and the exposed space of the coffin seemed to isolate the water flow.

  Yan Junze turned his head and took a look, smiled awkwardly, nodded and said: "Let's go, we have to learn to deal with the next situation."

  In Zhang Xiaomo's eyes that seemed to be mentally retarded, Yan Junze shouted "back file" as if mentally retarded.

   Back in time!

   This yell was very refreshing, and it made him feel like when he was looking at the Moonlight Treasure Box, Supreme Treasure kept borrowing the treasure box to return to time and space in order to prevent Miss Jingjing from committing suicide.

   Return to the time when the stagnant water just appeared.

  Yan Junze asked Zhang Xiaomo curiously: "Did Mojia Village speak Burmese and Thai language eight hundred years ago?"

  Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback for a while, and it took him a long time to react, and shook his head: "I'm not sure, but maybe some outsiders will say it."

"Yeah." Yan Junze nodded, climbed into the coffin, and said: "Later, if the stagnant water completely submerges you and you can't breathe, you can try to swim to the coffin and stick your head into the space inside Come, maybe there's some fresh air here."

  Under Zhang Xiaomo's surprised gaze, he let go and jumped into the coffin.

Zhang Xiaomo disappeared him, and then said to herself: "This guy, why do I always feel that his head is kicked by a donkey? The water has already submerged me, and I will stick my head into the coffin again. What operation?"

   This time without any delay, Yan Junze immediately lay down straight after entering the coffin, then slowed down his breathing, and pricked up his ears to listen.

  Not long after he lay down, the sound of crawling sounded from not far away, and a group of icy breath was approaching.

   With preparations this time, Yan Junze no longer felt unsure before.

  Waited quietly until the icy air was completely close to him, because the other party was weird, without any sound of breathing, and stood still beside him like a big ice cube.

  Yan Junze knew that he couldn’t ask this guy’s name directly, otherwise the other party would get mad immediately, and fortunately, he could speak most of the official languages, which this person seemed to understand, but he just couldn’t speak it.

  As long as the other party is asked to speak slowly, the two can barely communicate.

   "I came here to talk with you. If you have anything you want to say, you can tell me. I can be your best listener." Yan Junze spoke softly, deliberately slowing down his speech, for fear that the other party would not understand.

  The man leaned forward, was silent for a moment, and then opened his mouth: "Hungry Shanggui..."

   "Wait." Yan Junze interrupted him, pondered for a while, and said, "I don't speak your dialect, so I want to ask, did you just say 'I want to go home'?"

  In the dark, I can't see the man's face clearly, but the voice is that of a man, and I don't know what the man's expression is at the moment.

   After a moment of silence, the man opened his mouth and said, "I'm hungry enough to be full (I can speak slowly)."

"OK."

  From now on, Yan Junze feels that he has found the general tone of the other party's language. As long as the cognition of this tone is formed in the brain, it will be easy to understand.

   "You told me to leave here, I want to go out." The man said slowly.

   "This is his obsession?" Yan Junze froze for a moment.

  If this man's obsession is to leave this coffin, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it in a short time, at least for now.

"Sorry, I just came here to whisper with you, and I can't let you go." Yan Junze said, then pointed to the top of his head, "If you really want to leave, maybe you can find a way to climb above the coffin mouth by yourself, and climb from there go out."

  Of course, the place Yan Junze pointed to was dark at the moment, and there was no light to be found.

  In fact, after he entered the coffin, the light above his head disappeared instantly.

  The man seemed to be looking in a certain direction, and did not speak for a while.

  At this moment, Yan Junze was slightly stunned, thinking that this guy seemed to be able to see his gestures, and the darkness could not stop him.

"I have to go back and get out of here." The man said again, his voice seemed to be trembling, "This place is terrible, I don't want to stay here for another second. I am very grateful that you can come to accompany me, but please help me .”

  After listening to this man's words, the bad feeling outside the coffin earlier rose again in Yan Junze's heart at this moment.

  He asked with a look of horror: "I don't understand the specific meaning of what you said, is it... here is the most terrifying thing in your heart?"

  The man didn't answer, but made a gasping sound.

  The next second, Yan Junze felt his ankle go cold, as if something grabbed him.

  At this moment, the man was lying side by side with himself, with both hands on top, and it was impossible for one hand to reach down and grab his ankle.

  This shows that there are other people here.

  Yan Junze was shocked at first, and then his heart was pounding.

  Recalling what the man said just now, he is now convinced that even in this coffin, there will still be things that scare an outsider the most.

  And not only ordinary people, but even a monster whose level is at least the spirit-shaping level will also produce this kind of mental manifestation.

  This is the horror of this coffin. No matter you are human or weird, as long as you are targeted by the coffin, the things you are most afraid of in your life will happen.

  Yan Junze understood that the cold little hand holding his ankle should be the dead gray girl's arm that protruded from the hole in the coffin when he was outside the coffin just now.

  After the girl's hand touched Yan Junze's ankle, she didn't hold on to it, but groped up like a snake, and then grabbed his trouser leg with her second hand.

   Then Yan Junze felt a child grabbing his clothes and climbing up bit by bit.

  The man beside him seemed to have sensed something, lowered his voice extremely low, even lower than the whisper just now, and said, "Is it... your fear is coming?"

  Yan Junze did not answer.

  The man continued: "Here, you can only crawl and can't get up. You can't fight against the fear it imposes on you. Just bear it, bear it, and it will pass."

  Yan Junze had goosebumps all over his body at this moment, and the little hand that made him extremely uncomfortable was coming to his neck little by little at this moment.

  Sliding over the skin of his neck, the icy and deep breath was like a stainless steel blade, and Yan Junze couldn't help but tremble.

  The man lying next to him was motionless at the moment, and had no intention of helping him. Maybe the other party already knew that no matter how he helped him, it would be useless.

  Yan Junze's half-spiritual power from the back-body woman is extremely weak at this moment, and he cannot use it, and the small mirror is in the dark pocket on the right waist, and cannot be removed for a while.

   And even if it can be removed, he still has to consider what unexpected consequences will happen if he uses the mirror spirit in this place.

  If the consequences are good, it is of course best, but if the consequences are worse, the gains outweigh the losses.

   There is darkness around the body, really like Yan Junze's helplessness and panic in the face of the darkness around him after he fell into the manhole when he was a child.

Yan Junze opened his mouth, and found that he couldn't scream at all, just like himself at that time, sitting in the manhole and began to cry, but after crying, he became more and more afraid, more and more afraid, until he was so frightened that he could only scream humming sound.

  The little hand that had been caressing his neck slowly slid to the position of Yan Junze's hands at this moment.

  At this time, Yan Junze felt that his fingers suddenly became sticky, as if he had touched some squirming hairs, just like the fur of a mouse.

   This feeling made his stomach churn suddenly, and the feeling of nausea appeared, which came from the moment when he would reach into the hole and catch the glass ball in his childhood.

  The feeling of fear after touching the fur of the animal surged wildly, making his whole body feel greasy, breaking out in a cold sweat, and almost shaking his whole body.

  Yan Junze gritted his teeth fiercely, despite the sticky feeling in his fingers, and the darkness around him silently devouring him.

  He didn't realize that his clothes were already drenched with sweat, and his hair was all wet.

   I don't know how long it took, but the feeling of seepage, nausea, and greasy finally began to subside, the little hand disappeared, and the sticky feeling between the fingers gradually became real.

  At this moment, Yan Junze found that there was really something sticky in his hand, which was as sticky as mud or feces, and he immediately rubbed it **** the ground.

  No one spoke anymore, and the entire coffin was dead silent.

About a minute later, after he was convinced that his fear had left, Yan Junze let out a sigh of relief, and lowered his voice to the man lying beside him: "My fear just now felt completely real, what's the matter? There is really shit, or slime."

   "All of this...is true." The man replied tremblingly.

  At this moment, Yan Junze realized that he was still trembling, a monster was trembling, it sounded ridiculous, but what was in front of him was the truth.

   Then he asked softly: "This is my fear, why are you so afraid?"

  The man seemed to raise his head in the dark, staring at Yan Junze, as if afraid that Yan Junze would not understand, he said word by word in dialect: "She...here...!"

   "Who? Who's here?" Yan Junze was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, "Your fear...is here?"

   "Don't look at her!" The man lowered his voice and said the last sentence, then quickly closed his mouth and never spoke again.

Meow-

  An inexplicable meow suddenly sounded in the entire coffin space, and then rustling and dense sounds seemed to come from all directions.

   "Fuck! You old boy, what are you so scared of?" Yan Junze was stunned.

   Outside the coffin.

  Zhang Xiaomo counted silently. Since she left the coffin and pressed her back against the wall, the weird hand on the wall behind her slapped herself 37 times.

  But every time she held back, she didn't look back, and even ignored it.

  But she couldn't ignore the immediate crisis.

  The rising speed of the accumulated water in this room was beyond her and Yan Junze's expectations. After the water reached the bend of the feet, it seemed that the rising speed began to increase.

  In just a few minutes, the water level has risen to Zhang Xiaomo's chest.

   Fortunately, the flashlight in her hand is a military multifunctional waterproof type, and it can still illuminate in the water at this moment.

   I took photos everywhere, and there was nothing weird about the surrounding area except behind me, so Zhang Xiaomo focused all her attention on the rising water level.

   After another minute or so, the water level reached the neck.

  The buoyancy of the water fully supported her, Zhang Xiaomo had no choice but to leave her back from the wall behind her.

   Then she was tapped on the shoulder again, this time, after leaving the wall.

  Zhang Xiaomo immediately slid the water, did not let her body spin over, and still ignored her back.

  The ceiling of this house is about 2.5 meters from the ground. It will take some time for the water to completely fill the whole house.

  During this period, Zhang Xiaomo lowered her head and took a photo of the red coffin placed on the ground with a flashlight.

  At this moment, the buoyancy of the water was already very strong, but the red coffin lay there motionless as if it had eaten the heart of a weight.

   And there was no water flowing down the surrounding area, that is to say, as Yan Junze said just now, the stagnant water did not flow into the coffin.

   "This kid, so the donkey didn't kick his head?" Zhang Xiaomo said to himself, then was taken aback, "But how did he know that the water wouldn't flow into the coffin?"

   same moment.

  Yan Junze felt his ears were turning red, but he had no time to pay attention to who was thinking about him.

  Just after the meowing just now, he seemed to see a pair of blue eyes appearing in the darkness on the side of the man next to him.

  The light emitted by these eyes is very small, if you don't pay attention to it, you won't notice it immediately.

  The next second, Yan Junze remembered the man's reminder to tell himself not to look at that thing, and he immediately turned his head so that he turned his back up and stopped looking around.

   "Could it be that this guy is afraid of... cats? But what's so scary about cats?" Yan Junze guessed wildly.

  Dense rustling sounds approached quickly.

   This time, Yan Junze understood clearly. It was the sound of clothes rubbing after crawling on the ground. In addition, there were some subtle but dense friction sounds, which were very numerous.

   About four or five seconds later, the thing approached the man beside him.

  Yan Junze suddenly realized that the sound of dragging and rubbing densely on the ground seemed to be hair, a lot of hair!

  Who can guess what this man is afraid of? There are already hints in the plot, and someone might guess it.

  (end of this chapter)