Chapter 6: Entering the Coffin

Suppressed sobbing echoed in Leng Ji's desolate mind, causing her consciousness to begin a slight recovery. Instinctively, she raised her hand to feel her surroundings.

Never letting go of her gun—that had always been her habit.

Even when sleeping, there was always a gun by her side, within reach.

The first thing she did upon waking was feel for her gun; it was the instinctive reaction of an assassin.

Therefore, when she found the familiar spot empty, Leng Ji shuddered all over. She abruptly opened her eyes and flipped herself upright.

"Thud!"

Before Leng Ji could fully sit up, her head struck a hard object. The pain made her let out an "Ow!" as she fell back down again.

Rubbing her head, Leng Ji realized that everything in front of her was pitch black.

Subconsciously, she reached up to touch where her head had struck. Her heart sank slightly, and she hurriedly reached out to feel her surroundings, immediately taking a sharp breath.

Damn it, which blind idiot put her in a coffin?

Did she really look like someone who deserved to die?

"Thud!" In a fit of rage, Leng Ji kicked the coffin lid.

The sobbing outside abruptly stopped, instantly turning into a deathly silence.

Inside the mourning hall, a group of people dressed in white funeral attire stared in terror at the coffin that had just made a striking sound.

Suddenly...

"A ghost..."

It was unclear who shouted first, but the maidservants and servants keeping vigil immediately scattered like frightened birds and beasts, fleeing in a chaotic rout.

Only Leng Ji's personal maid, Yun Cong, remained standing there as if she had gone呆傻.

It wasn't until another "thud" echoed from the coffin that Yun Cong was jolted awake, lunging toward the coffin.

"Miss, Miss, is it you?"

"Hurry up and open it... I'm suffocating..." Leng Ji's angry voice came muffled from within.

Yun Cong gasped, spinning around the coffin like a headless fly.

"Miss, wait! I'll find something to pry it open for you..."

Just as she was speaking, a group of the Wen family's domestic servants burst in, brandishing clubs and shouting.

"Where is it? Where's the ghost?"

At that exact moment, Leng Ji kicked the coffin violently once more, practically on the verge of a breakdown.

"Hurry up and open it..."

She had kicked until her legs felt like they would break, yet she hadn't moved the lid even a fraction.

Motherfucker, did a coffin really need to be sealed this well?

In a hundred years or so, even the coffin would rot through; no matter how well-sealed it was, what was the damn use?

Seeing the Wen family servants, Yun Cong felt as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, her anxiety nearly making her jump.

"Hurry, hurry! Miss Ji is still alive! Save her... hurry and open the coffin..."

Originally, when the coffin had made noise, the servants had been stunned into silence, but hearing Yun Cong's words, they snapped out of it. They shouted to one another and rushed forward, making motions to open the coffin.

Yun Cong leaned nervously against the coffin, comforting loudly, "Miss, just wait, we're opening it for you right now..."

Leng Ji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only then realizing that her clothes were soaked through with sweat.

For someone like her, who suffered from claustrophobia, managing to hold on until now without a breakdown was actually quite impressive.

"Stop!" A sharp shout suddenly rang out. "What do you think you're doing?"

Amidst the shout, Meng Fengyue led two burly old women forward, stepping ahead to stand guard before the coffin like tigers watching their prey.

"Miss Fengyue, our Miss Ji is still inside the coffin... please step aside, we need to save her..." As Yun Cong spoke, she stepped forward, attempting to push Meng Fengyue out of the way.