"Sure enough, it was you."
Ji Li gripped the iron nail deeply embedded in his left shoulder with his right hand, while his left pressed against the Coffin Lid bearing down before him. He found a gap roughly two fingers wide.
The extra iron nail represented the distance between him and the Coffin Lid—only two fingers' width.
That oppressive darkness was perhaps closely tied to this cramped distance. The air he exhaled circulated within the coffin, making the atmosphere even more stifling.
It was not his first time entering a coffin, but it was his first time being sealed alive inside one.
The iron nail had sunk deep into his bone, and the space pressed tighter with every passing moment. No matter how hard his right hand pulled, he could not budge it in the slightest. Instead, the tearing pain in his left shoulder made him feel his strength draining far too quickly.
The good news was that this was only the first iron nail. He still had room to struggle.
The bad news was that the coffin was simply too small. Even when he shifted his body, he still could not avoid the second iron nail.
Sure enough, before he had any further chance to react, another pounding sound came from in front of him. The entire coffin shook, filling his mind with a chaotic buzz.
"Screech!"
The long, slender iron nail pierced through the wooden coffin and aimed once more at Ji Li, trapped inside.
Even though he could see nothing in the darkness, Ji Li could roughly judge the nail's position from the sound. It was aimed at his right shoulder.
With his left shoulder nailed down, and the coffin evidently not made to fit him, its narrowness left him almost no room to struggle.
Ji Li