I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 127 - 87: Twin Coffin, Mandarin Duck Tomb_2

When he took the Corpse Nourishing Pill, he had emitted a dense yin energy, but when that yin energy touched the walls inside the coffin, it seemed to be met with a strong suction, absorbing most of the yin energy that he had emitted.

Fortunately, this situation only lasted a moment. When peace was restored, the red coffin was as it had been before, seemingly without any other anomalies.

"This is strange."

It’s fine if this coffin doesn’t nurture his body, but how could it turn around and steal his yin energy?

Xu Qing looked around the inside of the coffin. For some reason, he felt that something was not quite right but couldn’t put his finger on it at the moment.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of another matter. Perhaps he could arrange a layout inside the coffin to nurture the body according to the Corpse Concealment Technique.

The inner space of the coffin was about ten feet in diameter. If he made a slight modification with the Corpse Concealment Technique and then placed a cold bed for lying in, wouldn’t even sleeping inside it increase his cultivation level?

Xu Qing paced back and forth, occasionally tapping the walls of the tomb chamber with his hand, at times nodding in satisfaction, completely looking like someone who had just moved into a new house, finding everything fresh and new.

After inspecting his new home, Xu Qing came to the entrance of the tomb chamber, still facing the lacquered red coffin lid.

Xu Qing touched the coffin lid. Just as he was about to open the coffin, his outstretched hand suddenly froze.

He finally remembered why he felt something was amiss.

The red coffin he was in had originally been placed at the foot of the western wall of the shop. Now, as he sat cross-legged inside the coffin, the lid should have been facing him directly.

But when he stood up just now, there was no coffin lid in front of him, only the grayish-white wall of the tomb chamber.

Now, the dark wood coffin lid he touched was a scene he saw only after turning around.

"Strange, could it be that I unintentionally moved while cultivating with the Corpse Nourishing Pill?"

Xu Qing turned to look at the cold and beautiful female zombie, still kneeling on the ground with her head hanging low.

Could it be that he also moved Lu Ping’s corpse?

Suppressing his suspicion, Xu Qing looked back at the coffin lid in front of him.

"Creak, creak—" The heavy coffin lid was pushed open. Xu Qing had not yet stepped out from the coffin when a gust of eerie wind blew directly into his eyes.

His clothes fluttered, and his hair floated. Xu Qing squinted and looked outside the coffin, but there was no trace of the Funeral Shop!

Thin mist swirled around the outside of the coffin, ghostly shadows flickered, and a cemetery, hidden within the mist, appeared before his eyes. Instinctively, Xu Qing performed the Qi Observation Skill to discern the scene more clearly.

In the dim mist, what was concealed was a large, wide tomb. In the distance, clusters of graves surrounded it, with no sign of human life.

Xu Qing’s scalp tingled. Immediately, he picked up the coffin lid without hesitation to close it and return inside the coffin.

His reaction now was exactly the same as when Lu Ping had encountered an immortal blocking the door and opening a box earlier.

The coffin lid made a dull sound. Xu Qing thought he had sealed the coffin, but he could still feel a draft at his feet as if someone was pressing their face against the ground, blowing at his ankles.

When he looked down, he saw that the coffin lid was only closed at one end. At the other end, at some unknown time, a pale little hand was tightly gripping the gap of the coffin.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Continuous knocking sounds rang out. Xu Qing gathered his strength and shouted, "Let go of your hand!"

A piercing scream erupted outside the coffin.

In the next moment, Xu Qing felt an irresistible force that violently removed the coffin lid.

Due to the inertia, Xu Qing, still clutching the coffin lid, was thrown outside.

The heavy dark wood fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Xu Qing stood up in disarray. The cool night air mixed with the howling wind in the distance made even his zombie body feel a chill.

Quickly getting up and turning around, he saw the lacquered red coffin, whose lid had been removed, no longer inside the Funeral Shop but standing upright in what looked like a newly dug grave.

The pale little hand that had previously grasped the coffin lid had disappeared. Xu Qing couldn’t find any trace of it. He picked up the coffin lid and cautiously retreated to the grave.

Mist billowed inside the grave, and Xu Qing had only taken a few steps when a mournful song started to play inexplicably at his ears:

"On the Path to the Underworld, there are no old or young. Do not look back on the Bridge of Helplessness.

White Emperor Water, the waves are clear. The ghostly mandarin ducks welcome with flowers in their beaks.

Together in the coffin, they lie in the same grave. The wishes of the living are clear in death.

From now on, they accompany each other in the underworld, never parting in the afterlife..."

Then came the sound of haunting funeral music from behind the grave.

Xu Qing’s body stiffened, and he did not take another step forward.

Only because there were two teams of shadowy figures dressed in festive clothing trailing lightly toward him from both sides of the red coffin’s grave.

The two teams were clearly divided in their tasks: some played the festive music with pipes and gongs, while others scattered Four Seasons Paper Money along the way, colors of green, white, yellow, and green, making the scene lively.

Xu Qing watched as the two groups surrounded the grave on either side. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the grave that had been dug was for a couple’s burial, a Mandarin Duck Tomb.

In the funeral industry, a Mandarin Duck Tomb is not where two people are buried in one coffin but where each is buried in their own coffin, sharing the same grave.

The coffins used for such burials are also particular; they must be ’Twin Coffins.’

What does ’one body’ mean? The wood used for both coffins comes from the same tree, thus making them one body.

But the problem was that at this moment, the grave in front of Xu Qing contained only one coffin.

’Who is so heartless to steal one of the coffins meant for a couple’s burial?’

Xu Qing’s face turned pale. This Liu Youdao really had no conscience!

When he looked again at the lonely coffin left in the grave, there were no markings on it made by Liu Youdao’s black ink line.

This meant that the coffin in front of him wasn’t from the Funeral Shop but was the ’other half’ of the coffin from the shop!

"Twin Coffins..." Xu Qing combined the song from the wedding procession with his observations, realizing he had been transported to this place by the twin coffins.

It was no wonder Liu Youdao wanted to seal the coffin and refused to open it. He was hiding such a huge trap!

Ever since ancient times, there was a belief that Yin Ghosts could move precious items. Now, they had moved him instead.

Xu Qing drew out the Silver Snake Treasure Sword, put on the Finger Tiger, and the Steel and Iron Bones puppet, like a gecko, clung to his shoulder, awaiting his command.

To the right of the grave, a red sedan chair stopped. Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar, pale little hand lifting the red silk curtain. The bride’s red veil was fluttered by the eerie wind, occasionally revealing a glimpse of white skin.

"My heart had already turned to ashes, yet I didn’t expect to see a ray of spring light on a cold winter’s night. Could it be destiny’s pity for a solitary plant in a secluded valley? I fear the world’s fickleness and many harsh winters... My dear, I have waited in an empty chamber for so many years, finally hoping you would have a change of heart..." ƒreewebɳovel.com

The bride in the sedan chair softly opened her lips, and her mournful, forlorn singing, like the autumn moon being hit by frost, did not make the ancient tomb more lively but even eerier.

Though the sedan chair on the right had stopped, the wedding procession on the left continued to move.

With hollow eyes, hats on their heads, and white veils covering their faces, the ghostly figures played the festive instruments and soon arrived at the edge of the grave.

Xu Qing was on high alert.

But those Yin Ghost sedan chair bearers did not continue to approach. Instead, they turned around and began to retreat the way they came.

"Escort the Prince Consort back home!"

Just as Xu Qing was puzzled, a sharp voice suddenly came from the front of the wedding procession.

As the voice fell, countless paper monies emerged from the grave soil beneath Xu Qing’s feet and swept him up like wind-blown leaves.

The paper money ignited without wind. Though not harmful, the thick fragrance of the burning completely obstructed his view.

When Xu Qing came to his senses from the smoke, he found himself lying inside a fully enclosed coffin.

The coffin was small and cramped. Xu Qing furrowed his brows and exerted effort to push the coffin lid.

The red silk tied outside the coffin abruptly snapped. The Yin Ghosts responsible for carrying the coffin were thrown into disorder, while only Xu Qing, sitting up from the coffin, looked around.

A joyful sedan chair, topped with four large red lanterns, slowly stopped next to a stone bridge.

There was no river under the stone bridge, only the rolling, dense mist.

As if sensing the movement of Xu Qing lifting the coffin lid, the bride inside the joyful sedan suddenly spoke sweetly:

"Since my dear Prince Consort is unwilling to travel alone, why not come into my sedan chair and return together with me?"

Just as Xu Qing broke free from the confines of the coffin, a pile of paper money rose up from beneath his feet once again, enveloping him.

When the paper money vanished, Xu Qing’s vision blurred. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying within the joyful sedan chair with the ghostly bride.

His head was now resting on the bride’s skirt.

With the slight movement of the red veil, Xu Qing lay on the bride’s lap. From his perspective, he could just see the appearance hidden under the veil.

A touch of red lips, like cherries; half a fair face, like delicate flowers.

Seeing that the bride was determined to cling to him, Xu Qing decided not to struggle anymore.

"With such a sincere bride, if I were to refuse again, it would be ungrateful of me."

"But later, you mustn’t become a heartless ghost and abandon me..."