C5

It seemed to be a dream. Since it was a dream, there was no need to be afraid. Besides, the old man said it was good for me and not bad for me. So I decided to take a closer look at the coffin. Trembling, he got off the bed and slowly moved towards the corner of the room. Even though he knew it was a dream, it all felt so real.

As I walked in, I noticed that it was completely black, its surface covered with rust and dotted with sparks. But whether or not it was the coffin I had dreamed of two years ago was hard to remember.

When I finally approached the coffin, I hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out with my right hand to touch it. It felt cold to the touch, and it shouldn't be made of wood. I took the key out of my trouser pocket and scratched at a spot of light on the corner of the lid. The scrape didn't matter, as a patch of rust the size of a palm fell off, revealing the coffin's true appearance.

The yellow color was revealed after the rust stains had fallen off. Although I don't know if this metal is gold yet, but the first thought told me that this is really a Gold Coffin!

I started to let my imagination run wild. How much can I sell such a big mouth of Gold Coffin? If this wasn't a dream, then wouldn't I get rich?

Nothing had happened since I had seen it, and everything was normal except that the coffin had appeared in a place that should not have been. Since it's a Gold Coffin from a dream, the inside definitely doesn't contain a dead body, it's very possible that it's some good stuff. I remember the old man saying that it seemed to be a good thing that was useful to me.

So I decided — Open the lid of the coffin and take a look.

I went to the door and tried to turn on the light, but I couldn't find the cord. Did he dream of not putting the light rope in? It seemed that he could only rely on the moonlight to see what was going on. Fortunately, the moon was round and bright tonight. Within the room, the ground was snow-white and his line of sight was not bad.

I walked to one side of the coffin and put my hands on the lid. I pushed with my feet and pushed the lid to the other side. Ten seconds later, I slumped down on the edge of the bed. This lid was too heavy! I did my best not to move. Was it because of the gold? But I'm in a dream, and I have to follow the law of gravity even in a dream? The ancient people really did put in a lot of effort when they opened it. They didn't know what kind of pulley it was, but it was easier to open it with less effort …

I just sat here complaining. I didn't expect that the coffin wasn't a luggage case. It would open and close every day. Once the coffin was closed, there was no reason to open it again. As I was lost in thought, an idea struck me. I remembered where I had seen it before, and said that there were many different kinds of coffins, some of which were directly fastened, some of which had slots for pushing. Could it be that there was a slot in the coffin? You can't push it sideways because it's stuck, so you have to push it back and forth?

So I went to the end of the coffin and pushed it slowly forward. I was halfway up when the coffin lid began to move forward. I guess I was right. This is a coffin lid with a chute.

Actually, I was still afraid. No one knew what was inside. I pushed very slowly, and after about ten centimeters of the coffin, a hole the width of a finger appeared. He slowly approached and looked inside. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

I turned around and fumbled around the room, trying to find a flashlight. But there was nothing but beds and quilts, mattresses, pillows. There was no other way. I went back to the coffin and tried to open the gap a little wider. Who would have thought that the coffin would push me so much further back that I would lose all my strength and have to hold on to it for a while after I got to a place where my head could barely reach.

As I was gasping for breath beside the coffin, a pale hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my left wrist!

"Ouch!" I was resting. I wasn't on guard at all. This time, I was really scared. I hurriedly retreated backwards.

But this hand held me very tightly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it out, and my wrist felt like it was about to break. I had no choice but to use my right hand to pull the fingers apart. As soon as I did, another hand reached out from the crevice of the coffin and grabbed my right wrist.

It's over, I thought. I won't be able to escape today. The strange old man even said that it was something good for me. Could it be that it was those dead hands who wanted to crush my wrist?

There was nothing I could do. The hand that was holding my right wrist suddenly emitted white smoke. With a sizzling sound, my wrist also felt a burning sensation. There was a strange cry from inside the coffin, and the two hands that were holding me both loosened and pulled back at the same time. I hastily took two steps back and rubbed my aching left wrist. I stared at the crevice of the coffin and didn't dare to step forward. I cursed in my heart as I quickly ended this disgusting dream.

A dark shape slowly emerged from the crevice of the coffin, and my eyes widened until my heart was in my throat. However, he gradually realized that it was a human head. First, it was human hair, then forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth, until the entire face appeared from within the coffin.

It was a man's face. It was very ordinary, but it was deathly pale and his eyes were devoid of light. It was as if he had been ill for a long time, and his actual age could not be discerned.

I was too nervous to know if he was a human or a ghost, but coming out of the coffin was more likely to be a ghost.

Thankfully, I only managed to push the coffin open a crack where my head could stick out. The face inside seemed to notice this too, and when it stuck its head out, it stopped moving, and it had no intention of coming out. We just looked at each other.

I don't know how much time passed, or maybe it was just a few seconds, but it was hard for me every second. The face suddenly opened its mouth and spoke, "You …" You aren't Master Zhang? "

"…" When he spoke, the tension in my heart lessened.

"Where's Master Zhang? Where is Master Zhang? " The face was even more astonished than I was.

"I don't know what Master Zhang you're talking about. This is my dream. Please leave." I can't wait for him to leave.

"Your dream? Then this Gold Coffin is not Master Zhang's? " His face was filled with shock.

"I don't know who it is, but at least you saw that I'm the only one here." Such a dialogue could indeed ease the atmosphere.

The face looked at the coffin, let out a long sigh, and said: "Alright then, I'm sorry, I've scared you, this is indeed not Master Zhang's Gold Coffin, they said that Master Zhang's Gold Coffin is golden, and this mouth is full of rust … …"

I am so angry, you can't blame me for this. Do you mean to say that you have to wipe the coffin every day even when you're dreaming?

After finishing his sentence, the face withdrew without even a word of greeting. In the blink of an eye, a gust of black smoke drifted out from the coffin and gradually dispersed into the room.

I froze for a moment. What should I do? Cover it? I don't dare, but this damn dream won't wake me up, so there's nothing I can do about it. Ah? Didn't he say that he could wake up if he pinched himself forcefully in his dream? I quickly raised my right hand and pinched my cheek so hard that I grimaced in pain. When I opened my eyes, I was still standing there. Three meters in front of me, I push open a large coffin.

What should he do? Am I unable to go back?