He's moving! The long, dark silhouette left behind a trail of bright red bloodstains, countless tiny wounds the size of hair follicles covering his entire body. This was an arduous step; any slight tremble of his muscles would cause the wounds to tear open further. Such agony was not something ordinary people could comprehend.

  He had reached his limit, through the red eyes, that crystal clear thing could only see a vague outline, square and long. Because of the uncoagulated blood in his eyes, Zha Wenbin's vision was filled with double images.

  There were only two more steps to go, but he was panting heavily and wanted to lift his legs, only to find that they wouldn't listen to him.

  With a trembling body, he told himself that he must get through this, this step was the crucial one, and only by taking it could he possibly see tomorrow's sun. Each breath brought new bloodstains to his robes, and he didn't have much blood left to lose.

  "Hold on!" Cha Wenbin kept encouraging himself deep down, and finally he took another step, an extremely difficult one. The thing was within reach now.

  Several attempts, just a finger's distance away, he could have touched it. He was trying hard, blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground instantly turned black, and his fingers, which had begun to cramp due to pain, were almost unable to stretch out straight.

  "Bang", suddenly, Wen Bin's body violently leaned forward and his head heavily hit a hard object. He completed the last step of his crossing in this way.

  He struggled to open his eyes, which had been stuck together with blood, and found that he was in a crystal-clear coffin, almost as pure as water without any impurities. The impact on his forehead brought new cracks, and fresh blood flowed out of the coffin lid, forming lines of hot air.

  Ice, the ice that pierces his heart, this is what he feels when his hands are pressed against the transparent coffin. The torn wound almost instantly freezes together with the cold coffin, just like on a cold winter day, a freshly cut piece of pork is stuck to an outdoor steel plate, inseparable from each other.

  Whether it was due to excessive blood loss or complete exhaustion of physical strength, he fell asleep. His eyes blinked hard for the last time, and he vaguely saw the person lying in the coffin smiling at him.

  It's unknown how long the outside world has passed, Lao Wang and Heng Roulian are anxiously waiting like ants on a hot pot, constantly waiting for the three people to come out again. Since Cha Wenbin and others entered, he had been sticking his ears to the wooden wall to listen to the movements inside, but it was as if they were completely isolated, without any movement.

  They also wanted to break in, but unfortunately the solidity of the Snow Fort was not something they could achieve by hand, and its structure dictated that forcing their way in would ensure that those inside would never come out again.

  Cut back to inside the tomb:

  Zhuo Xiong and Chao Zi were still in a coma, their even breathing rhythm telling us that they were both still alive.

  But looking at Wen Bin, a thin layer of frost had formed on his face. His originally thick and black eyelashes were all covered in ice crystals. Due to excessive blood loss, his pale lips had also frozen into a dark purple color. If someone saw him like this, they would definitely think he was a corpse.

  The wounds on his body had already begun to scab over with blood clots, but the originally transparent coffin lid now presented a completely different scene!

  Innumerable strange characters are displayed on it, neatly arranged all over the coffin lid. No one can recognize these words, which look like a bunch of twisting earthworms.

  Among these strange characters, a curved black moon stands out particularly eye-catching.

  "Heat", this was the only feeling that Zha Wenbin had in his daze, his chest felt like there was a burning flame scorching his heart. Every time he thought he was sleeping soundly, the fire would "boom" and flare up, scalding him awake from his dream.

  He fell asleep and woke up repeatedly, and he didn't know how long it had been before his eyes finally opened again.

  Pain, the pain of being torn apart, he wanted to take his numb hands off the ice block but found they were stuck, and with a slight effort, the skin and flesh between them immediately transmitted a kind of pain that was about to separate.

  "Ah", in pain, Zha Wenbin took a deep breath of cool air.

  He didn't dare try again and had no strength to try again, so he simply leaned on the lump and slept for a while.

  Maybe he felt that sleeping position was not comfortable, in his sleep, he gently curled up his legs into his arms to hold himself into a ball.

  It was just a movement, "pa" sound, a warm thing rolled out from his arms. The thing rolled on the ground for a few steps and hit the ice cube, its body trembled slightly, and in an instant, Zhang Wenbin felt a warmth spreading from his palm, the frost on his face turned into sweat beads, and a wave of heat kept coming to his body.

  If it were anyone else, they would have jumped up immediately, and even Zhang Wenbin's internal organs felt like they had been steamed in hot water, but he found it very comfortable, just like basking in the warm sun against a wall on a winter's day.

  At this time, the wounds on his body were healing at an astonishing speed. The original wounds on his body, which had been covered with blood scabs like a thousand black lines, began to fall off one by one, replaced by tender skin like that of a newborn baby.

  When he started to feel his face burning, he suddenly woke up from his sleep, his palms felt like they were being roasted on hot coals, and he almost bounced up with a springing motion.

  "Ah, it's scalding hot!" Zhang Wenbin said, stretching out his palm to take a look. His entire palm was bright red and he randomly rubbed the dry blood scabs on his eyelids. He suddenly discovered that he was perfectly fine, just like when he was licked by the three-legged toad under Mount Qiufeng.

  After searching carefully, everything was still there. The Seven Stars Sword lay beside him and the Eight Trigrams Bag was on his back. He seemed to have had a nightmare and then woken up again.

  But when he tidied up his clothes, the strong smell of blood on his dark red Taoist robe was impossible to cover up. If Cha Wenbin appeared on a busy street at this time, he would definitely be treated as a butcher.

  He found something missing while slapping his clothes: The bronze sun wheel was gone!

  He turned around and searched in all directions, and found that the sun wheel was leaning against a nearby ice hummock.

  Zha Wenbin bent down to pick it up, but unexpectedly his fingers were scalded as soon as they touched it, and a big blister was immediately raised. The pain caused him to quickly withdraw his finger and suck on it.

  At this time, the sun wheel in the middle of the part symbolizing the sun became bright red, just like the iron block still being roasted at high temperature in the blacksmith's furnace.

  He carefully used the Seven Star Sword to pry it open, and when the Sun Wheel left that piece of ice, the middle part quickly dimmed again. By the time Zhang Wenbin went to pick it up again, it had once again become an ordinary bronze object, only with a hint of heat remaining. However, this hint of heat also disappeared soon after.

  Looking back, Chaozi and Zhuoxiong were still there. Chaowenbin only then looked at the ice in front of him, using his hand to touch it, a cold air instantly from his fingertips reached his heart.

  This was a transparent coffin made according to the specifications of an ordinary coffin, and Cha Wenbin couldn't see the specific material. It looked a bit like the legendary cold jade, but it was more like glass because of its transparency and purity. He also noticed those characters, and at a glance, he recognized them: Ghost Seal Script!

  He counted and counted, a total of seventy-two words plus a moon. He used the tip of his sword to scrape it lightly, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, a faint smell of blood. Suddenly he understood, this was his own blood flowing up to reveal these characters that were originally carved on the coffin lid.

  Although these characters were all ghostly, he didn't recognize any of them, but he had seen them before, and not just once. He could write them down from memory without a single mistake. Because the man who was drawing in mid-air on the lake that day had written exactly these characters, in the same order, they had already been imprinted on his mind like slides.

  "How did this appear here?" Cha Wenbin was puzzled in his heart, he thought, could it be that the person who appeared on the lake that day is you, the owner of this coffin?

  There was a person lying in the coffin, although the coffin was transparent, but his appearance could not be seen clearly, because he slept in a different posture than ordinary people when they were buried, he was sleeping on his stomach!

  From ancient times to the present, people who enter coffins must lie flat. If a funeral director puts the deceased on their side or face down in the coffin, the family of the deceased will definitely fight with you to the death.

  A simple, dark blue long gown covered him from head to toe, only leaving a bun on the back of his head visible, and judging by his figure, Cha Wenbin could confirm that he was a man.

  It's obvious that this person set up such a vicious array, Cha Wenbin looked at the two brothers who were still unconscious and thought: Today, I'll open your coffin, which is also doing justice for heaven!

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