In fact, I felt the coffin being opened several times and walked out several times.

But due to various reasons, he returned to the coffin.

The reason why I can't explain it myself.

I met many people, not only people in the village, but also some I didn’t know, including a young man named Tang Sanmu.

He was obviously about the same age as me, but he left a deep impression on me.

When Tang Sanmu saw these words, he subconsciously closed his notebook, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm down his emotions.

Let’s talk about Bai Meng next to her. If her emotions just now were surprise and fear.

So now this emotion has penetrated into the bone marrow. She even looked at Tang Sanmu and subconsciously dodged: "Master Tang, you have met this person before, why didn't you tell me?"

From Bai Meng's perspective, the man in front of him looked confused as he read his notes.

But in my heart, I may already know the story of the owner of the note very well! If this is the case, should I be wary of him?

Does it mean that the Tang Sanmu in front of him is as deep and dangerous as the ocean?

Not to mention it was a white dream, if the position were switched, Tang Sanmu might have had this idea.

Tang Sanmu shook his head: "Not to mention that I have seen him before, I have never even heard of this name."

"Then you mean...the Tang Sanmu mentioned in the notebook's owner's book is not you?"

"Unfortunately, I also want to say that it's not me.

But the name Tang Sanmu may not be common, and the appearance of Tang Sanmu was also written intermittently in the diary.

I think it should be me, basically it’s not much different from writing down my ID number directly.”

"Then I don't understand even more..." Bai Meng said.

"In other words, maybe he knows me, but I don't know him.

Legend has it that people will have some wonderful experiences when their souls leave their bodies.

You can even see the past and future, and see the whole world.

Maybe he saw me standing here today and felt a sense of déjà vu.

He was confused at the time and couldn't understand what he was going through."

Bai Meng thought for a while: "You mean, it's like when we experience something, we always have a feeling of déjà vu.

In fact, it was also in the dream that the soul saw the ‘future’, so it felt like it had been experienced before?”

Tang Sanmu nodded, then continued to open the note and read the contents.

"It is hard for us to tell whether the following content in this diary is real or illusory.

Because he had an out-of-body state when he was in the coffin, there was no distinction between reality and illusion."

"Then why is he in this state? And why is he hidden in the coffin?"

"This is unclear, but his identity has gradually become clear.

Perhaps this notebook was left behind by a possessed person.

Some stories of possessed people’s experiences while awake.”

The notes continue.

There was still a loud noise that woke me up. I was very surprised to hear the sound of nails being processed. Wasn't the coffin opened last night?

Yesterday...I thought about the encounter with the Flower Widow, and the messy story about Tang Sanmu, who I don't know when I met him.

There was a layer of white hairy sweat on my body.

But now the coffin is still sealed, and people outside are working hard to open it...

Sure enough, it's just a nightmare...

When I was thinking about it, I felt itchy on my body, as if something was crawling.

The next moment, the coffin lid was opened, and I finally saw the light again.

When I first saw the light, I narrowed my eyes subconsciously. I saw people around me looking into the coffin with concern, as if they wanted to see how I was doing.

But the moment they saw me, their faces changed completely, and I could feel the fear in their eyes.

I could also feel that the air was frozen. One second, two seconds, three full seconds of silence, and finally a exclamation broke the silence.

"Holy shit! It's all bugs! So many bugs!" someone shouted, and the people around me retreated in a hurry. I looked at myself and saw colorful bugs squirming on my body.

These things look like caterpillars, but they are a bit weirder than caterpillars. At this moment, I feel that the eyes of these bugs are staring directly at me.

There were more than dozens of bugs! I didn’t know it just now, but when I realized that my body was covered with bugs, I jumped up from the coffin, screamed loudly, and slapped the bugs on my body randomly.

Someone looked at Grandpa and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what's going on? The coffin is sealed well, how did this insect get in? Is this thing accomplished or not?!"

But grandpa ignored him, and rushed straight to me, and fiercely pulled me out of the coffin.

The force was beyond my imagination, and it felt like my hand was about to be pulled out of joint.

Grandpa held my shoulders tightly and yelled: "I ask you! Did you go out last night?"

"Are you crazy, grandpa! The coffin is nailed, how can I get out?!"

"Then what's wrong with your face!" Grandpa said as he slapped me hard on the face.

I couldn't understand my grandfather's unreasonable behavior at all, but after living in the coffin for a night and encountering these strange things, I was really angry.

"Don't say you are my grandfather from now on! You don't have the qualifications!" I shouted with tears in my eyes, and then ran straight home. When I passed the Hua Widow's house, I subconsciously stopped for a moment.

I don't know why, when I passed by the Flower Widow's house this time, I felt a chill all over my body. Maybe it has something to do with the strange dream last night.

When I returned to my room, I looked in the mirror, fearing that there were still bugs on me, but I didn't expect to see my face suddenly, and I exclaimed.

I almost hit the mirror with my fist... In the mirror, my face bears the red handprints of my grandfather's slap just now, but what is even more obvious are the fine red blood streaks on my face.

It spread along the corners of my mouth towards both sides like it had taken root, and it looked a bit shriveled. I subconsciously thought of the time when I was lip-to-mouth with the flower widow, but wasn't that a dream?

Then I suddenly thought of something, so I quickly took off my shirt and looked at myself.

On the lower back, where Widow Hua’s hand held me yesterday, there were two dark palm prints, and even dark blood coming out. But I couldn’t feel the pain, because this position was now gone.

There is no consciousness anymore, it is numb.

I was trembling with fear, trying hard to recall what happened last night. What was true and what was false?
Chapter completed!