I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 8 The flying coffin board

"Hoo, ho, ho."

At midnight, Lancelot ran wildly through the streets of a dilapidated town, surrounded by thick gray fog.

Lancelot stopped and looked up at the sky, which was so dark that it was so dark.

The boy found himself standing in front of a heavy iron door, holding a piece of light gray letter paper in his hand. The top of the letter paper had three large characters "Missing Person" written on it, and underneath was a self-portrait.

The portrait shows a girl with a beautiful face: slightly curly blond hair, fair skin, green eyes, and thin lips. She looks about fifteen years old.

"Who is this girl?"

Lancelot couldn't help but wonder, there was no memory of her in his mind.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have seen this scene before."

Lancelot frowned. He took a few steps back hesitantly, raising his head to get a clear view of the building in front of him.

A tall tower with its top reaching into the clouds.

Lancelot realized that this was the town where the storm was coming in the last dream.

"Dong, dong dong"

The boy took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the tower.

While he was waiting, his eyes fell into darkness again.

Lancelot blinked hard, but still couldn't see anything.

【Did you make a mistake? Come again?】

This is not the first time he has become blind in his dreams.

Everything happened so unexpectedly that Lancelot felt his body change from standing to lying flat, and a hard discomfort came from his back.

[One day ago, farmer Hank, who was out hunting, passed by the edge of the Demonic Forest and found Lancelot unconscious on the ground, and carried him back to Tucker Town. 】

[The doctors in the town tried their best to treat him, but the boy died that night.]

[The townspeople proposed to hold a funeral for the boy, custom-made a coffin, and selected a burial place. 】

【Wait, coffin?!】

When Lancelot recalled this, a chill suddenly ran through his body.

It turns out that he is lying in the coffin!

Lancelot immediately panicked and hurriedly tried to push the coffin board away with his hands.

【No, someone has already nailed him from the outside.】

【Why am I here? Where has Gloria gone?】

Just when Lancelot was confused and confused, there was sudden movement outside the coffin.

"Damn, this guy is so heavy!"

Hank complained to his brother Hans.

"Damn, that guy Rob is such a bastard, he leaves all the dirty work to us."

"Stop talking nonsense and carry it quickly." Hank said helplessly: "If you bear with it as long as you can, wait until you become a guard in the town, and the good days will come."

Lancelot in the coffin heard the brothers' conversation clearly.

"It's over."

These two guys are now going to carry the coffin to the cemetery.

The shaking coffin made Lancelot dizzy. He tried to slap the lid of the coffin, hoping that the brothers would hear him and let him out.

Perhaps he had spent too much energy pushing the coffin lid before, but now he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.

There was less and less oxygen in the coffin, and Lancelot's breathing gradually became difficult.

"Fuck, I don't want to die!" Lancelot shouted in his heart.

On the low slope, Hank and Hans walked one behind the other, carrying the dark coffin and walking towards the grave with solemn expressions.

Before the funeral began, Mayor Rob gave an impassioned speech, which moved the women present to tears.

"...Finally, let us pray for his soul, and may the light of the Wizard God lead him to heaven!"

"good!"

“That’s great!”

"Long live the mayor!"

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers, and after Rob's tear-jerking speech, the boy's death seemed less sad.

However, at this moment, the expressions on the faces of the two brothers Hank and Hans suddenly became a little strange.

"Hank, did you hear any strange noises?"

"What sound?" Hank shook his head. He heard nothing except the noise of the crowd.

"The coffin...there seems to be movement in the coffin!" Hans's voice was trembling.

"What are you talking about?!" Hank turned his head with confusion on his face and found that the other person's face was as pale as paper.

"Bah bang bang!" The mayor clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

Lancelot's funeral is about to enter the final process - burial.

The townspeople all looked at the location of the cemetery and immediately noticed the ghostly expressions on the two brothers' faces.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Put this damn coffin in quickly!" Rob shouted at the brothers with a raised voice.

The mayor, Rob, is a bald man over fifty, short and strong, with a bit of cunning in his gray eyes.

The impassioned speech he gave just now was actually just for show. He was just canvassing votes for next month's general election.

On the other hand, the townspeople didn't love Robert that much. What they were afraid of was Robert's other identity - the wizard.

Rob's face was full of impatience. This impromptu funeral had already wasted his precious nap time.

Now he just wanted to end it all quickly, but the Hank brothers actually ignored the order and stayed in place like wooden stakes.

"Hank, listen carefully!" Hans' whole body was shrouded in fear, and a large amount of sweat slid down his face.

Seeing his brother's appearance, Hank began to become nervous. He held his breath and put his ear to the coffin board, and he heard the strange sound that Hans said.

"Bang, bang bang." A series of strange noises came from the coffin.

Lancelot, who was lying in the coffin, finally regained his strength and was beating the coffin board frantically.

"Gods bless you, this kid is not dead!" Hank and his brother shouted almost at the same time. They threw the coffin on the ground and ran back to the crowd quickly.

"Fuck!" Lancelot, who fell to the ground with the coffin, let out a scream. He felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Hey, are you two guys crazy!" Rob turned around and yelled at the brothers, and he suddenly noticed that everyone had a look of horror on their faces.

Confused, Rob turned back to look in the direction of the coffin again, and suddenly collapsed on the ground in fear.

"What a hell!"

I saw the dark coffin not far away shaking violently, and the sound of hard hitting on the wooden boards could be heard intermittently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Every impact was like a heavy hammer, stimulating the nerves of everyone present.

At this time, Lancelot in the coffin had regained his strength and tried to kick the coffin board open.

"Oh my god, the child's coffin board can't hold it anymore!"

"Devil! This guy must be the devil!!!"

"Mr. Mayor, let's run away quickly!"

The townspeople suddenly became a mess, and the women and children were so frightened that they screamed, but no one moved their legs.

Although the scene in front of them was very strange, it also aroused strong curiosity in everyone, and they wanted to know what would happen next.

(End of chapter)