Bang! The lid of the Yin Spirit Coffin was finally lashed away by a tree branch.
The ghost-avoiding bed had lost its blanket. The three people targeted by ghosts completely panicked.
"Xu Xiaoshou, don't pull my pants!"
"Moon Fox, focus on driving your coffin and stop talking! Spin it, the branches are coming in!"
"Bleurgh..."
The Yin Spirit Coffin spun at high speed, tossed about amid the tsunami.
Its driver, Yue Gongli, tried to use the coffin's remaining three sides to defend against the Ancestor Tree branches attacking from every direction.
It seemed that as long as it spun fast enough, three sides could be used as four? But it was too exhausting. Yue Gongli could not help roaring, "When is this going to end? I'm controlling the Yin Spirit Coffin—you have to come up with something!"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!"
"Hurry up! If you keep dragging your feet, my Yin Spirit Coffin is going to fall apart completely!"
"Bleurgh..."
Another sudden retching sound rang out.
Yue Gongli could not help sweeping his Holy Consciousness toward the rear and discovered that it came from a scholarly face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
He could not take it anymore. "By the way, why is your Anxiety Bro completely useless? Didn't he come to save us?"
"In theory, yes."
"And in reality?"
"In reality..."
Inside the Yin Spirit Coffin, Xu Xiaoshou looked at Kong Yuhen, who had been flung hard against the bottom by the high-speed rotation and was stuck together with the Six-Marrow Corpse King.
For no reason, the absurd image of this Ten Seat Holder being punched away by Shen Yi's phantom flashed through his mind. After pondering for a long time, he finally said:
"Maybe... he gets coffin-sick?"
Boom boom boom boom boom! The Ancestor Tree's branches