The person lying in the coffin wasn't Yu Qingchen's corpse.
Zhang Wei wiped away sweat that wasn't there. "Why do you look so... sad?"
"He's my friend." Lu Mi lowered his eyes.
It was Cheng Cheng.
Every player, without exception, had taken on Yu Qingchen's appearance, but the person lying deathly pale in the coffin now...
Lu Mi recognized him at a glance. Only Cheng Cheng would wear such a brightly colored belt around his waist.
"Huh?" Zhang Wei was stunned. "Players can spawn inside coffins? Wouldn't they suffocate right at the start?"
Just then, the four sounds of chewing around Lin Junjun stopped, and the old man who had been standing beside them suddenly spoke.
"Delicious. So delicious."
Lu Mi kept looking at Cheng Cheng, then, as though refusing to accept it, hauled him up by his upper body.
Ning Zhuangzhuang had stayed in the instance forever.
Roman had left.
Yiwen and Zi Xian had turned into sculptures, and he didn't know whether they could ever turn back.
And now even Cheng Cheng... No. No. I only have so many friends...
The old man gave a few dry chuckles. "Give it up. You came too late."
"He didn't appear in here right at the start... but he's been here a long time. He's already..."
"Shut up!"
Lu Mi roared and pressed his ear against Cheng Cheng's chest.
His shout startled Zhang Wei. He hadn't expected someone who usually seemed so gentle to suddenly explode.
Then came something even more horrifying. Zhang Wei glanced at the corpse's face and screamed in terror, "H-h-h-he-he opened his eyes!"
Lu Mi jerked his head up. Sure enough, the man in his arms was gazing at him with a bright smile, murmuring tenderly:
"...Kiss me."
Tears were still swimming in Lu Mi's eyes, but