Find This One

Watching the hand reach out from the coffin.

"Hiss—"

Zhang Hao and the others gasped in unison, their breath hitching involuntarily.

The back of the grayish-blue hand was covered in coarse black hair, but what truly made one's skin crawl were the long, pitch-black fingernails.

As the palm groped along the edge of the coffin, the sound of those nails scraping against the wood was ear-piercing, making their scalps tingle with dread.

"Get lost!"

Li Bo suddenly shoved Xu Tong's hand away, glared at him, and cursed, "Get lost, you bastard! If you dare touch Laozi again, I'll chop you up!"

Xu Tong's expression turned cold, and he retreated silently without a word.

Li Bo, having finished his outburst, stared at the hand protruding from the gap in the coffin. Refusing to believe in anything supernatural, he grabbed it, his fat face twisting into a grin: "Play is play, fun is fun, but don't try to prank your brother Bo. Get out here!"

With that, Li Bo planted a foot on the coffin and yanked hard, intending to drag out the staff member dressed as a zombie.

However, the moment he pulled, the sneer on Li Bo's face froze. Despite his strength being far greater than the average person's, he didn't budge the figure inside; instead, his own wrist was clamped tightly by that hand.

The grayish-blue hand was withered and gaunt, looking like that of an elderly person, yet it gripped his wrist like an iron shackle, its five pitch-black nails sinking straight into his flesh.

"Ah!!"

The delayed pain hit him, and Li Bo's features twisted into a knot. Before he could even struggle, the hand in the coffin retracted with immense force, dragging half of Li Bo's arm inside.

"Ah!! Ah!! Help me..."

Li Bo's heart-wrenching screams and pleas for help echoed from the coffin, rattling everyone's nerves. Zhang Hao instinctively moved to help, but was yanked back hard by a hand.

Looking back, he saw Zhou Yu shaking her head with a cold expression: "He's beyond saving. Let's get out of here while we can!"

Without looking back, Zhou Yu took off running.

"Run... run... wait for me!!"

Wang Shaohui followed close behind, terrified of being left behind.

"Don't run! Save me, save me... you guys... don't go!!"

Watching Zhou Yu and Wang Shaohui leave without a glance, Li Bo grew desperate. He wanted to curse their ancestors to the eighteenth generation, but out of a sliver of hope, he didn't dare speak, his forehead veins bulging from the effort of holding back.

His gaze shifted to Zhang Hao nearby, his eyes filled with hopeful, desperate pleading, begging him not to abandon him.

Zhang Hao hesitated, wanting to step forward, but was startled by a cold chuckle in his ear: "If I were you, I'd leave without looking back."

Zhang Hao froze. He turned to see Xu Tong squatting nearby, showing no intention of running, nor any intention of saving anyone.

Li Bo couldn't take it anymore. Enduring the excruciating pain in his wrist, he glared at Xu Tong as if he wanted to devour him.

"You surnamed Xu, you damn... Ah!! I'll f*ck your ancestors to the eighteenth generation!!!"

Xu Tong picked his ear with his pinky, ignoring Li Bo's curses. He rested his chin on his hand, looking for all the world like a spectator at a show: "I guarantee you, you won't be able to pull his hand out, and you'll just end up being used as a human shield before he dies. Believe me?"

At this, not just Zhang Hao, but even Li Bo's face turned ghastly. He hurriedly raised his other hand to swear a vicious oath.

"Brother... don't listen to him... I swear, if I try to drag you down with me, I... I'll get hit by a car when I go out!"

"We're in the middle of nowhere, where would a car come from?" Xu Tong squatted there, looking around as if searching for a vehicle.

Li Bo's teeth ached with hatred, and he quickly switched to a more ruthless oath: "If I'm lying to you, may my entire household die!"

Xu Tong chuckled wickedly: "You're the only one in your household, so it doesn't matter how many die."

"You motherf*cker!!!"

Li Bo felt as if his lungs were about to explode. His face, already full of rolls of fat, looked like a rabid Tibetan Mastiff.

Zhang Hao's courage failed him. Although Xu Tong was just speculating, given Li Bo's previous behavior, it was definitely a possibility.

He wasn't going to sacrifice himself for a stranger, no matter how sweet the promises sounded.

With that thought, Zhang Hao turned decisively to follow Zhou Yu and the others, but Xu Tong called out to him.

"Hey, lend me your knife!"

"Knife!"

Zhang Hao remembered he was carrying a knife, but at Xu Tong's request, he became wary: "What do you want a knife for??"

"To save him, what else?"

Xu Tong's expression was breezy and nonchalant, his relaxed demeanor making it hard to associate him with the urgency of saving a life.

"But you..." Zhang Hao stammered.

"Or you can stay here with me and we can see what the zombie looks like together?" Xu Tong tilted his head and asked.

At the mention of a zombie, Zhang Hao's face turned pale. He shook his head repeatedly, dropped the knife, and ran.

Watching Zhang Hao vanish into the distance, Li Bo stared blankly, then stiffly turned his neck to look at Xu Tong's smug, mocking face.

For a moment, the two locked eyes.

Li Bo's face shifted from white to blue, then from blue to red, his neck swelling like a toad's. After a long five seconds.

Li Bo's expression collapsed. Like a deflated balloon, he pleaded with a mournful face: "Brother Xu, Master Xu, Ancestor Xu, please, have mercy and help me. I'm begging you."

The more viciously Li Bo had cursed just moments ago, the more miserable he was now; the excruciating pain radiating from his wrist made the fat on his face tremble uncontrollably.

He no longer had the strength to struggle, and what was most terrifying was that the sky seemed to be growing darker, the light in the woods turning gloomy, making the guy in front of him his only lifeline.

Xu Tong toyed with the short blade in his hand. Hearing Li Bo's plea, he couldn't help but arch a brow, his playful gaze sweeping over Li Bo. "Sure. What's the payment?"

"Payment??"

Li Bo froze, blankly looking down at his own flabby body. His mind involuntarily conjured images from dramas where a heroine gets her hand stuck in a tree hole, and goosebumps instantly broke out all over him.

Seeing the constipated expression on Li Bo's face, Xu Tong rolled his eyes, mimicking the look Li Bo had given Wang Shaohui earlier. "Stop looking. I'm not interested in your blubber. Give me the Underworld Banknote in your pocket."

"Fine, fine, fine! Take it, just hurry up and save me!"

Although he didn't know what this guy wanted with an Underworld Banknote, the thing was useless to him anyway—it wasn't like he could use it when he was dead.

He generously took the note out and placed it at his own feet, not daring to throw it over for fear that Xu Tong would take the money and run.

"Alright, coming!"

Xu Tong stretched, tucked the dagger into the back of his waistband, and sauntered over to Li Bo. Just as he reached out to pick up the note, he suddenly stepped back, tilting his head to look at Li Bo with suspicion. "You aren't going to ambush me, are you?"

Li Bo's eyes tightened, and he nodded fiercely; he was in too much pain to speak.

Seeing this, Xu Tong reached down to grab the note. Without even glancing at it, he shoved it into his pocket and walked over to the coffin, peering closely at the jagged hole in its side.

Unfortunately, it was pitch black inside, and he could only make out the vague silhouette of a human figure, which left Xu Tong feeling quite disappointed.

"Hurry up and think of something!" Li Bo urged from the side.

"There's no way. I'll just chop it off for you."

He glanced at Li Bo's wrist and noticed the muscle around it had already begun to turn black.

"Chop it off!!"

Li Bo looked at his own hand, a sense of despair rising in his heart. But when he turned to see Xu Tong looking so leisurely, his teeth began to itch with hatred.

He took a deep breath, struggled to calm his mind, and said, "Try pulling it one more time. If it doesn't come out, then fine, chop it off."

"No problem!"

Xu Tong nodded, stepped forward, placed his hands on Li Bo's arm, and pulled with all his might.

At this moment, Li Bo's gaze locked onto the dagger at Xu Tong's waist, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

Catching Xu Tong off guard, Li Bo lunged forward, pressing his bulky body tightly against him. One hand quickly fumbled for the hilt at Xu Tong's waist, yanked it out, and stabbed it viciously into Xu Tong's lower back.

"Screw you! If I have a knife, why would I need you to chop it off? Damn your ancestors, you son of a—"

"Die, die! I'm losing an arm, you're going to pay with your life!"

Li Bo's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, venting all the fury in his chest, his hand gripping the hilt and stabbing repeatedly into Xu Tong's back without a second thought.

Xu Tong struggled weakly with his hands for a moment before collapsing to the ground, leaning against the coffin.

His eyes were fixed on Li Bo, his face still wearing an expression of shock, looking like a man who had died with his eyes wide open.

Li Bo tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath, as if killing a man brought him no tension or guilt.

On the contrary, he felt completely relaxed, as if he had released all the negative emotions—fear, regret, and anger—that had been trapped inside him.

"Refreshing!"

With a long sigh, Li Bo slowly opened his eyes. But the moment he did, his eyes suddenly widened; the Xu Tong lying on the ground before him was slowly sitting upright under his very gaze.

"You're not dead??" Li Bo stared blankly. He had stabbed him so many times, how could he still be alive?

"I didn't like the way I died, so I got back up."

"Do you think lying like this is better? Or this? How about this?"

Watching Xu Tong continuously change poses in front of him, Li Bo was left in a daze, taking a long time to snap out of it. "Are you f***ing sick in the head?!"

As Li Bo spoke, he raised the knife to hack the guy's head off, but as he lifted his hand, he realized he was only holding the hilt—the blade was gone.

"Looking for this?"

Hearing Xu Tong's voice, Li Bo's face stiffened. As he slowly turned his head, Xu Tong had already sprung up from the ground, hand raised, and brought the blade down on Li Bo.

"Pfft..."