In the darkness, some people were weeping softly, while others were shivering. Every time they closed their eyes, they would see the terrible scene of their foreheads being pierced, blood splattering, and brain juices flowing out. It was like a nightmare, but also like a ghost, lingering in their hearts.
It was hard to forget the tragic deaths of his classmates. The ghastly blood, the unwillingness and despair, the eyes that couldn't close, the youthful faces that kept appearing before his eyes. His classmates of four years, 13 fresh lives, all passed away on the same day.
Although they were temporarily safe, many people couldn't calm down. In fact, they were even more afraid. The tragic death of their classmates and the ferocious divine crocodile appeared in their hearts from time to time. Perhaps they would never be able to forget it in this life.
It was pitch-black inside the bronze coffin. Some female students were sobbing, and some male students were sighing. Although they had escaped, the road ahead was boundless and unpredictable.
Where were the nine dragons pulling the coffin? Where was the other shore? Where was the heaven? There was no light, but the sea of bitterness was boundless. Were they following the ancient road that the gods had walked? The destination of the gods, what kind of place was that …
After a long time, the bronze coffin finally quieted down. According to the time on earth, it was already late at night. Everyone was exhausted and dispirited, falling into a deep sleep.
Many people were still anxious and fearful in their dreams. They tightly grasped the relics of the gods, as if they wanted to rely on them.
This was a torturous night. Many people couldn't sleep peacefully. They were awakened by nightmares from time to time, and some girls even woke up crying. It wasn't because they were weak, but because the experience was too terrifying. Many things, no matter if they were true or false, were just rumors. No matter how frightening it was, it was just a story. But if they experienced it themselves, it would be a completely different matter.
A group of urban men and women lived a very comfortable life. Suddenly experiencing such a tragic event was an unimaginable shock to their minds. They had seen the legendary demons gnawing on the corpses of their companions, and the people around them dying one by one. How could they not be afraid?
Even a carefree person like Pang Bo found it hard to sleep. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he was constantly awakened by the people around him. Ye Fan was just like him. It was difficult to fall asleep. The people around him would occasionally talk in their sleep or cry in their nightmares, making it difficult for him to sleep.
After only five or six hours, most people woke up. It wasn't until another two hours passed that everyone's mood slightly calmed down. At this moment, they didn't know where the bronze coffin was heading. Everyone started to think about reality.
The bronze coffin was very stable and didn't shake at all. It was as if it had already stopped. Was there a next stop? Perhaps, they would forever drift in the depths of the desolate universe.
"What kind of place will we reach?"
After crying and venting, even the weak-natured female students couldn't help but think about this problem.
"Will we reach the final destination of the Gods?"
The ancient starry sky path was created by the ancestors. In the distant future, there might really be gods, and they might arrive at a mysterious world.
"Gods really exist? We've seen the nine dragons pulling the coffin, the legendary Tempest Temple, and the legendary crocodile ancestor. There's no reason for us not to believe it. However, I still find it hard to accept this reality. According to my understanding, the Gods might just be a race, and they might have once lived on Earth with us. "
As a modern person, almost no one believed in the existence of God, but now they had no choice but to face it. Hearing Wang Ziwen say this made it easier for them to accept.
"Perhaps those gods aren't unfamiliar to us. Perhaps they're the result of human evolution. It's highly likely that they're ancient figures that we're familiar with."
"Whether it is evolution or a special race, we have to admit that gods do exist. Obviously, the ancient people have been dealing with them for a long time."
There was a five-colored altar at the top of Mount Tai. It was built by the ancient people. Many years ago, the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and 72 Kings climbed Mount Tai.
"Maybe those gods are our ancestors …"
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were ancient figures like gods. It was said that they were gods themselves. So, it was not easy to imagine that the pilgrimage on Mount Tai was not that simple. There were many possibilities.
Maybe they were calling for life in the starry sky and sending some kind of message to the lonely universe.
Maybe they could really fly. The ancient earth had already made them feel that it was not vast enough. So, they climbed Mount Tai, left Earth, and entered the vast universe.
Perhaps the Earth was just a relay station, a temporary stop for those existences that were both human and god, a journey in their long lives.
Maybe …
No one could say for sure what happened in the distant ancient times. Everything was just a "maybe". Only one thing was undeniable. The ancient people had already opened the starry gate and explored the boundless universe.
"Why aren't you talking?"
The bronze lamp had already been extinguished. It was dark inside the bronze coffin. No one was too scattered. They were all very close to each other. Beside Ye Fan, there was a man leaning against the coffin. He did not make a sound, and this attracted his attention.
"What's wrong? Are you still jealous that I beat you up?" Pang Bo was very dissatisfied. He sneered. "You almost pushed Ye Fan out of the five-colored altar and killed him. Beating you up is already letting you off easy. Otherwise, it would not be too much to throw you into the pile of divine crocodiles."
"Hey, wake up. Say something." Someone beside him pushed him.
However, what was unexpected was that this person not only did not respond, but also fell to the ground with a "plop".
"You … what's wrong?!" The person who pushed him was shocked and stepped back.
At this time, everyone felt that something was wrong. Even if he was asleep, he would probably wake up after falling to the ground like this. However, he remained motionless and lay there quietly like a piece of dead wood.
"Wake up, wake up!" Pang Bo went forward and pushed him. Seeing that he was still unconscious, he patted his cheeks and suddenly cried out, "Why is your skin so cold? Even your body is a bit stiff!"
Hearing this, everyone felt their hair stand on end. They felt a chill from head to toe as a bad premonition appeared in their hearts.
Ye Fan felt that things were very bad. He put his hand between the man's mouth and nose. In the end, he said absentmindedly, "He's dead. He stopped breathing long ago."
"What?!" Everyone cried out in alarm.
How could a living person suddenly die? Not long ago, he was still talking in his sleep and suffering from nightmares. Now, he had died without a sound. It was very suspicious.
The atmosphere in the bronze coffin suddenly became tense and oppressive. In the darkness, everyone panted heavily and felt cold all over. This was too sudden and evil. There was no way to explain it. Everyone tightly grasped the god's relic in their hands.
"Turn on your phone. Let's see how he died." Ye Fan said as he raised his phone and looked forward with the help of the weak light.
It was a deathly pale face. His eyes were protruding and wide open. His mouth was slightly open, and a bit of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"He's really dead …" Everyone was dejected and terrified. The sudden death made everyone feel a chill down their spine. There seemed to be something terrible in this bronze coffin.
A few courageous students began to check his body, wanting to find the cause of death.
"Quick, look, his neck …"
There was a bruise on his neck. It was full of bloody marks as if he had been strangled to death. The purplish-red marks were shocking.
"Ghost … there's a ghost in the bronze coffin!" A girl was terrified and said with a trembling voice.
Hearing this, many people felt their scalps go numb. The purplish-red bruise was extremely similar to the fingerprints left behind by a malicious spirit. It was very much like he had been strangled to death.
Especially now that everyone was in such a coffin, it made people even more suspicious. The coffin not far away was like the door to hell, causing people to be terrified. Many people involuntarily took a few steps back.
Ye Fan frowned and stretched out his hand to touch the throat of the corpse. He found that his Adam's apple had been crushed. It was soft and only the skin was still intact. Drops of blood were imprinted on his hand. It looked incomparably demonic, causing people to feel a chill in their hearts.
"It's not a ghost. He was killed by someone!" At this moment, Liu Yunzhi said with an incomparably gloomy expression. He coldly glanced at Ye Fan.
Pang Bo saw him glance at Ye Fan. He immediately gave him a sidelong glance and said, "What do you mean?"
"From the wound, he was strangled to death. Who could do all this without making a sound?" Liu Yunzhi's expression was very cold. He stared at Ye Fan and Pang Bo and said, "Only someone who was closest to him and had an extraordinarily strong hand could do this!"
As soon as these words were spoken, his intention was very clear. The spearhead was pointed at Ye Fan. Everyone knew that he was close to the corpse and had an extraordinary physique and extraordinarily strong hand strength.
"You're talking nonsense!" Pang Bo was furious. He picked up the Roaring Thunder Plaque and wanted to slap it.
Liu Yunzhi sneered and looked at him. "You want to help someone kill me to keep my mouth shut?"
Ye Fan pulled Pang Bo back and stopped his impulsive action.
"It's Ye Fan, he killed him!" The female student who had always been on Liu Yunzhi's side and had helped him talk to Li Changqing several times cried out in fear. "It must be Ye Fan. He's taking revenge for almost being pushed out of the altar!"
Hearing these words, the others immediately thought of what had happened not long ago. Some of them immediately took a few steps back.
"That's right, it's Ye Fan. He killed a classmate!" Li Changqing gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe there's someone helping him from the side!"
Pang Bo suddenly had an urge to rush over and beat them up.
"Buzz!"
Liu Yunzhi raised the vajra pestle in his hand and actually let out a metallic sound. An extremely weak brilliance flowed out.
Everyone was shocked. The god relics in their hands had all returned to normal and couldn't release any light. However, Liu Yunzhi's vajra pestle still had divine power. This was truly unexpected.
"Ye Fan, you're too vicious. Even if he was in the wrong, you shouldn't be so ruthless in taking revenge …" Liu Yunzhi held the vajra pestle and took two steps forward.
"If I said I didn't kill anyone, would you believe me?" Ye Fan swept his gaze over everyone.
"Of course I believe you!" Pang Bo was the first to stand out.
"I also believe you!" Zhang Ziling also walked forward.
Ye Fan looked at the others and said, "You guys don't believe me?" Then, his eyes fell on Li Xiaoman.
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