Inside the Temple of the Joyous God, the right side chamber had been sealed off by the rotten old man and a floor full of maggots. To the left were coffins, and at the very back stood the idol. The Players had only about twenty square meters of space to move around in.
The male and female statues giggled as they shook their heads, splitting up to block both ends of the corridor and closing in on the Players from two directions.
Qi Si lounged bonelessly against a coffin, his right hand hidden behind his back as he picked at a nail in the coffin's corner. The already loose nail began to wobble even more.
The bride seemed to notice his movements. She turned and charged at him, crossing the candle stand in seconds and raising her stiff arms to grab him.
A chilling cold rushed toward him, carrying the stench of decay. Qi Si twisted aside to evade the bluish-black claws, while his hand remained tightly clamped around the nail at the coffin's corner.
He finally found the right angle and twisted his wrist.
With a click, the coffin nail came free from its hole. Its tip struck the bronze coffin lid with a sharp clang.
It was as though some seal had been undone. The coffin, which had already been warmed by his body heat and the thin sweat seeping from his back, suddenly erupted with icy cold air that stabbed all the way into his bones.
Qi Si's hand was still pressed against the crack in the coffin lid, touching an icy, viscous liquid.
Thin strands of blood slowly seeped from the gap in the coffin, just like the photograph he had seen in his phone album on the first day.
"Wuwuwu... save me..."
"Please... let me