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The next second, Yan Junze felt a chill around his ankle as if something had grabbed him.

At that moment, the man was lying next to him shoulder to shoulder, with both hands above, it was impossible for him to stretch another hand down to grab Yan Junze's ankle.

This suggested that there was someone else present.

Yan Junze was startled at first, then his heart began to thump heavily.

Recalling what the man had just said, he was now sure that even inside this coffin, one could still encounter the manifestation of their greatest fears.

And not just ordinary people, but even a strangeness of at least the Sculpting Spirit level would experience this fear manifestation.

This was the ghastliness of the Red Coffin, no matter if you were human or strangeness, once the coffin set its sights on you, it would bring forth the things you feared the most.

Yan Junze realized, now, that the cold little hand holding his ankle was likely the same ash-grey child's arm that had reached out from the hole in the coffin earlier.

After the girl's hand touched Yan Junze's ankle, it did not cling on but moved upwards like a snake, and soon, a second hand grabbed his trouser leg.

Then Yan Junze felt a child climbing up his clothes, bit by bit.

The man lying next to him seemed to sense something. He lowered his voice to a whisper, even softer than the Whispers from earlier, and said, "Has your fear arrived?"

Yan Junze didn't respond.

The man continued, "Here, you can only crawl, and you cannot stand up. The fear it inflicts upon you, you simply cannot fight it. Just bear it, endure it, and soon it'll be over."

Goosebumps broke out all over Yan Junze's body, and that terribly uncomfortable little hand was now inching up his neck.

Sliding over his neck's skin with a cold, deep chill, it felt like a stainless steel blade, making Yan Junze shiver uncontrollably.

The man lying beside him remained motionless, without any intention of helping him, perhaps knowing that any assistance was futile.

At that moment, Yan Junze's power from the Back-faced Woman's Semi-spirit was extremely weakened and inoperative, while the little mirror in the hidden pocket on his right waist was impossible to retrieve at the moment.

Even if he could take it out, he would have to consider the unexpected consequences of using the Mirror Spirit in this place.

If the outcome was good, of course, it would be ideal, but if it turned out for the worse, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Darkness surrounded him, truly like when Yan Junze, as a child, fell into a manhole, facing the helpless terror of the pervasive darkness.

Yan Junze opened his mouth, only to find that he simply couldn't call out, just like back then, sitting in the manhole, beginning to cry, and after crying, becoming increasingly scared, until he was so frightened that he could only make whimpering sounds.

The hand that had been stroking his neck was now slowly sliding towards the position of Yan Junze's hands.

At this moment, Yan Junze felt a sticky sensation between his fingers, as if touching squirming hairy things, similar to rat fur.

This sensation made his stomach churn suddenly, with nausea and the desire to vomit surfacing, just like the moment from his childhood when he reached into the hole to grab marbles.

The lingering fear from touching animal fur rushed over him, making his entire body feels sick, with a cold sweat breaking out, almost causing him to shake entirely.

Yan Junze bit down on his teeth fiercely, enduring the clingy sensation on his fingers that kept resurfacing, along with the silence of the surrounding darkness engulfing him.

He didn't realize his clothes were already soaked with sweat, his hair completely drenched.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sinking, nauseating, sickening feeling finally began to subside. The little hand was gone; the stickiness between the fingers slowly felt real.

That moment, Yan Junze discovered there indeed was something on his hands, sticky and sludge-like, resembling mud or filth, and he immediately rubbed it off onto the ground.

Nobody spoke again; the inside of the coffin was dead silent.

About a minute later, when he was sure his fear had left, Yan Junze let out a sigh of relief and whispered to the man lying next to him, "My fear just now felt entirely real, what's going on? There really was shit or mud in my hands."

"All of this... is real," the man replied shakily.

It was then that Yan Junze noticed he was still shaking, a strangeness actually shaking; it sounded quite ridiculous, but there it was, right in front of him.

Afterwards, he asked softly, "It was my fear, why are you so scared?"

The man seemed to lift his head in the darkness, staring at Yan Junze as if afraid that Yan Junze wouldn't understand, he said word by word in dialect, "She... has... come!"

"Who? Who's come?" Yan Junze was stunned, then suddenly realized, "Has your fear... come?"
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"Don't look at her!" the man said in a lowered voice, then quickly shut his mouth, refusing to speak any further.

Meow—

An inexplicable cat meow suddenly resounded throughout the entire coffin space, followed by rustling, dense sounds that seemed to come from all directions.

"Damn it! You old geezer, what the hell is the thing you're afraid of?" Yan Junze was completely dumbfounded.

Outside the coffin.

Zhang Xiaomo silently counted; since she had left the coffin to press against the wall, the strange hand from behind the wall had patted her 37 times.

But each time, she endured, never turning her head to look, not even paying it any attention.

However, she couldn't ignore the crisis before her eyes any longer.

The speed at which the water rose in the room was beyond both her and Yan Junze's expectations. After reaching her knees, the water level seemed to rise even faster.

In just a few minutes, the water had risen to Zhang Xiaomo's chest.

Fortunately, the flashlight she held was a military-grade multifunctional waterproof model, which still provided illumination under the water.

She shined it around, and besides behind her, there was nothing eerie in the other surroundings, so Zhang Xiaomo focused all her attention on the rising water level.

After another minute or so, the water had reached her neck.

The buoyancy of the water completely lifted her up, and Zhang Xiaomo had no choice but to leave the wall behind her.

Then her shoulder was patted once again, this time after she had moved away from the wall.

Zhang Xiaomo glided with the current, making sure not to let her body turn around, continuing to ignore what was behind her.

The ceiling of the room was about 2.5 meters from the floor, and it would take some time for the water to completely fill the room.

In the meantime, Zhang Xiaomo looked down with her flashlight at the Red Coffin placed on the floor.

By now, the buoyancy of the water was significant, but the Red Coffin lay there immovable as if it were anchored down.

Moreover, there was no swirling of water around it, indicating, just as Yan Junze had mentioned earlier, that the water had not flown into the coffin.

"This kid, was his head not kicked by a donkey after all?" Zhang Xiaomo muttered to herself, then paused, "But how did he know that the water wouldn't enter the coffin?"

At the same moment.

Yan Junze felt his ears turning red, but he no longer had the time to care who was thinking about him.

Just after that cat meow, he thought he saw a pair of pale blue eyes appear in the darkness near the man next to him.

The light emanating from these eyes was faint, hardly noticeable without close observation.

The next second, Yan Junze remembered the man's warning not to look at that thing, and he immediately turned his head away, facing upward, no longer looking around.

"Could it be that this guy is afraid of... cats? But what's there to be afraid of about cats?" Yan Junze guessed wildly.

The dense rustling sound quickly approached.

This time Yan Junze could hear clearly; it was the sound of clothes scraping across the floor as they moved, and there were also many other finer but nonetheless dense friction sounds.

In about four or five seconds, the thing approached the man lying next to him.

Yan Junze suddenly realized that the dense dragging sounds on the floor seemed to be hair, a large amount of hair!