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"I want to die……"

The numb and painful human voice of the sarcophagus continued, and the sound was overwhelmed.

Dawn and Vivienne glanced at each other, and then both got ready to fight.

No matter what is contained in the sarcophagus, it is very strange.

If the contents of the coffin were to be uncovered later, Dawn and Vivienne's first reaction would be to hit "him" first!

However, after waiting for a while while maintaining a fighting posture, the picture of the green-haired rice dumpling popping out of the coffin did not happen.

Don hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go to the small high platform to check the situation again.

At the cost of giving up all his clothes, he activated [Demonization], then shook the bat wings on his back and walked onto the high platform.

"Don, I..."

Miss Goblin was holding the ebony staff tightly and was about to follow, but was stopped by Dawn in the demon state with a wave of his hand.

"Help me." He simply said such a word.

Vivienne hesitated a little, and then obediently held the ebony staff tightly, guarding behind the tall humanoid demon, not keeping up with the high platform.

Donne came to the side of the sarcophagus, but he didn't care to resist the putrid smell inside the sarcophagus.

He derived eight arms and legs in the state of a demon, pressed against the lid of the sarcophagus, and tried to push the coffin away again.

The sarcophagus that has been pushed out of a gap is easier to focus on than it was at the beginning.

After a brief effort, the demonized Dorne toppled the sarcophagus lid.

He could finally see the whole picture——

The inner walls of the sarcophagus are as smooth as marble.

Inside lay a haggard man with almost no human form, exuding a stale stench all over his body.

There was not a single muscle on the man's body, just a layer of shriveled skin covering the dry bones.

Even his head with deeply sunken eye sockets and cheeks gave the appearance of a skeleton.

The clothes on the man's body had long since rotted, and his limbs, which were like dry wood, were firmly nailed to the bottom of the coffin by four long nails.

No blood was visible on his limbs pierced by the spikes, and his blood might have been drained long ago.

As for the four long nails, the whole body is pitch black, without any rust on the surface, and they are as clean as new, which looks very unusual.

In addition to the black nails, there is also this lantern on the side of the sarcophagus near the man's head.

There is no open flame inside this lamp, it seems that there is only a thick, constantly circling mist inside, but the lamp body is emitting a miserable green light.

No one can say exactly how long it was on.

The pale green light of the lantern was reflected on the man's face.

The man's eyes were open, extremely cloudy, he could not see the color of his pupils clearly, and there was no gleam of light that a living person should have.

As if sensing that the lid of the sarcophagus was opened, he opened his dry, toothless mouth, and squeezed out a dry hoarse voice from his throat:

"I... want to... die... kill... I..."

The demonized Donne stood beside the sarcophagus, and too many human emotions could be seen on that ferocious face.

But he knew in his heart that the man nailed into the sarcophagus might be that Earl Wenfeng.

The immortal who paid the price.

Dawn couldn't understand how the man in the sarcophagus in front of him had survived until now, nor could he understand why he was still alive in his current physical condition.

After being silent for a while, Dawn said slowly, "Who trapped you here?"

"Kill... kill... I... lamp... lamp... remove..."

Earl Winfon in the sarcophagus spoke, but he didn't answer the question, but just repeated the original statement mechanically and numbly.

After Dorn tried several times, he felt unable to communicate with the other party.

Then, his eyes fell on the lantern in the sarcophagus.

One of the two longest arms and legs extended forward, protruding into the sarcophagus, and the front end of the tentacles rolled up the bronze handle of the lantern.

The lamp is not heavy and can be lifted with a light tug.

After Dawn lifted the lamp with his arms and legs, the lampshade of the lantern that originally emitted a pale green gleam shook, and the faint light suddenly went out.

The lights go out and people go out.

After the green light disappeared, Earl Winfon, who should have died thousands of years ago, began to decay rapidly after being firmly nailed in the sarcophagus.

His skin and bones were slowly collapsing into strange ashes.

Earl Wenfeng's vitality that was pulled and imprisoned by the lantern began to dissipate. If he had been sealed in this sarcophagus for thousands of years in a "survival" state, he could finally die now.

On his deathbed, Earl Winfon, who may have lived in the world for thousands of years, opened his mouth and let out a dry "ho ho" in his throat. He still wanted to say something.

This is not to express nostalgia for life, nor is it to celebrate the relief brought by death.

He just opened his mouth in numbness and pain, struggling to spit out the words that he has repeated countless times for thousands of years:

"I want to die……"

Immediately afterwards, the earl's remaining head also rotted away, turning into ugly ashes.

He finally died.

Don stood by the side of the sarcophagus and didn't speak. Because of [Demonization], he couldn't see much emotion on his slightly ferocious face.

"The wandering wizard in that mural really has the ability to make people live forever? Is it through this lantern?"

"Is he the one who nailed Earl Winfon in the sarcophagus who pursued immortality? There is a price for eternal life...then why did the wizard do this?"

"Who is that wizard? A person with such cunning power has now perished in the long river of history; or does he still exist in this world in some way?"

There are many questions in Dawn's mind, but there are no answers for the time being.

There was a dead silence in the tomb.

After a long time, Vivienne, who was standing under the small platform where the sarcophagus was placed, said, "Dorn..."

Although Miss Goblin didn't stand close to the sarcophagus just now, she could still see clearly what happened in the tomb.

Dawn, who was dazed in a daze, brought his thoughts back to reality at this time, and turned around: "Vivienne, the things here... seem to be over."

Yes, it's over.

Even though there are still some questions left and no answers have been found, there is nothing worth exploring in the tomb.

And inside that sarcophagus, there are only four pitch-black long nails that look unusual. And the weird bronze lantern that was no longer glowing after being picked up and put back by Donne with his tentacles.

"Are these things the legacy of the unknown wizard, or the legacy of the undead Earl Wenfon? However, no matter who they belonged to before, they seem to belong to me now."

Donne's eyes fell back to the two sets of strange and powerful objects in the sarcophagus, and he fell into deep thought again.

The black nails and lanterns were all spoils of war after he and Vivienne explored the cemetery, so there was no problem with taking them all as they were ordered.

The only thing that made Don a little hesitant was... don't they look a little dangerous?