"Not Zhang Akun who dressed the body? I'm dead now!" I thought to myself. Oddly, someone dragged me into the coffin. I waited for a minute and then an hour, but no one took the next step.
"Ah? Quickly? Are we going in?" Inside the coffin, I could clearly hear the surprised voices from outside.
"Why so soon?" Zhong Xuanliang said, puzzled. After a while, he seemed to realize I was missing. He asked in confusion, "Ah, where's the friend that was with you?"
I had waited a long time before admitting that something unusual was found in the coffin. How could I know that the promise would suddenly blurt out, "Who knows where he went, maybe a ghost grabbed him!"
Inside the coffin, when I heard the promise's words, I could no longer hold on to the idea of holding the promise to come back to teach me. I held my breath and started to feel what was pressing on me, who was pressing on me.
