"Looks like that really was the case."
Since other people's lives didn't matter to him, Liu Zhi tested a few more coffins and confirmed what was happening.
Those people trapped inside the coffins, whose living or dead status was uncertain, had actually had their fate sealed the moment they were shut inside.
Even if they eventually escaped, they would only die outside. Perhaps it was better for them to die inside the coffins; their corpses might be affected by the coffins and slowly turn into zombies or other undead.
Those who escaped would become new coffins in the coffin forest as soon as they died outside. The number of coffins depended on their strength and body size.
No wonder the coffins looked similar in style but were made of all sorts of materials. They must represent the identities of every enemy who had died here before.
Liu Zhi couldn't help admiring such a method.
A player like this only needed to make the first coffin. After that, he wouldn't need to do anything else.
One coffin could be exchanged for three new ones. Given enough time, this player could build himself a massive coffin forest.
At a glance, Liu Zhi could tell that this coffin forest had been nurtured for at least a decade.
The few coffins at the very center were clearly the source of the entire forest. Their style hadn't changed much, but the materials and workmanship made it obvious that these coffins were far from perfect.
It was clear that these few coffins had been made by hand. Every coffin after them had been subtly adjusted from their design.
Judging from their appearance and the condition of the soil around them, these coffins had been here for at least a decade.
In that respect, they were a