Chapter 104: The Ending of Harmony Burial Village(ii)
Moments later...
Under the cold moonlight, everyone witnessed an unbelievable sight.
The crimson coffin, already buried beneath layers of soil...
...began to shake violently.
Creak...
Creak...
Creak...
The muffled sounds echoed throughout the entire courtyard.
"Damn..."
"Damn it!"
Emo Han’s brain completely stopped working.
"No..."
"No way..."
"Don’t tell me it’s really like Nie Xiaoqian..."
He stared blankly at the trembling coffin.
His worldview shattered once again.
"This is your first meeting!"
"You get buried together..."
"And now you’re..."
He couldn’t even finish the sentence.
"What kind of Love Saint are you?!"
"Even the God of Romance would hand Shen Yu a cigarette in respect!"
Emo Han’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He had completely begun questioning life.
Beside him...
Tai Shan’s eyes were almost bulging from their sockets.
Around the burial pit...
The surrounding Tombstone Guardians all wore strange expressions.
Even they seemed confused.
Old Wang’s face turned deathly pale with rage.
"Nail it shut!"
"Nail the coffin!"
"All of you!"
"Seal them inside!"
"They can all die with my son!"
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He hammered iron nails into the coffin with all his strength.
Yet...
Every nail he drove in...
Made the coffin shake even more violently.
The movement inside only grew stronger.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it all!"
His furious curses echoed across the courtyard.
Standing beside the small room...
Luxian covered her face with both hands.
Yet...
She couldn’t resist peeking through the gaps between her fingers.
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"...Ridiculous."
"This is completely ridiculous..."
Fortunately...
After a long while...
The coffin gradually became still.
More and more earth covered it.
The burial finally continued.
At that same moment—
"AAAAAH!"
Emo Han and Tai Shan suddenly screamed.
Their backs spasmed violently.
Gray stone burst through their skin.
Large chunks of weathered tombstone emerged from beneath their flesh.
The mutation...
Had begun.
It was faster than ever before.
THUD!
A massive gravestone crashed behind Emo Han.
Before he could react—
A Tombstone Guardian the same size as him stepped out.
Its icy breath brushed against the back of his neck.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
His neck instantly began turning black.
Stone rapidly spread across his skin.
"Damn you!"
"What are you—"
Before he could finish—
A pair of enormous icy hands grabbed him from behind.
He was lifted effortlessly into the air.
His feet dangled helplessly.
His throat tightened.
He could barely breathe.
"Tai Shan!"
"Save me!"
Unable to resist...
Emo Han desperately looked toward his companion.
Then...
His face froze.
PUCHI!
PUCHI!
A pair of gigantic stone arms had pierced straight through Tai Shan’s chest from behind.
The Tombstone Guardian smiled hideously.
Then—
It slowly pulled outward.
"YOU—"
Before Tai Shan could finish speaking—
RIIIP!
His upper body was torn completely apart.
Blood exploded like a fountain.
Half of his corpse crashed onto the ground.
The remaining lower body remained standing for several seconds...
Still spraying blood.
The Tombstone Guardian smiled blissfully.
It stood beneath the crimson shower...
Closed its eyes...
And quietly enjoyed the warm blood washing over its body.
The horrifying scene left Emo Han utterly speechless.
"...How..."
"How is this possible?"
"We..."
"We only entered..."
"...for the first time..."
"So why..."
"Why did the mutation happen this quickly?"
His eyes filled with despair.
"There isn’t any solution..."
"This dungeon..."
"...is a dead end."
"A complete dead end..."
He sobbed uncontrollably.
Then...
His gaze drifted toward the crimson coffin.
It still trembled slightly beneath the soil.
"...Good."
"Very good."
"We’re fighting for our lives out here..."
"And you’re inside the coffin..."
"...cuddling the Ghost Bride."
His face twisted.
"Why?"
"The future clearly said..."
"Only Shen Yu survives..."
"So why?!"
He looked desperately toward Lucian.
"Luxian..."
"You have to die too..."
"The future..."
"...can’t be wrong..."
"The future is absolute..."
"Cough!"
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
His vision turned white.
As consciousness faded...
He saw Luxian.
Her body had already begun turning skeletal.
Yet...
She still pushed open the door to the small room on the right.
"You..."
"How did you—"
CRACK!
His sentence ended abruptly.
The Tombstone Guardian twisted his head completely around.
Then...
With a violent snap...
His head was ripped off.
It rolled across the ground like a bowling ball.
The Guardian caught the spraying blood with open jaws.
Greedily swallowing every drop.
Soon...
Silence returned to the courtyard.
Only the muffled sounds of shovels burying the coffin remained.
Inside the small room...
The moment Luxian entered...
The surrounding walls twisted.
Blood seeped from every crack.
Sssss...
"So Shen Yu was right..."
She bit her lip.
"Every reset..."
"Makes the next cycle more dangerous."
Her eyes swept across the room.
"The diary..."
"The diary..."
There was only the hand drum resting upon the windowsill.
No diary.
Just as Shen Yu had predicted.
"It really isn’t here..."
She clenched her fists.
"Shen Yu..."
"It all depends on you now."
Suddenly—
The floor collapsed.
Blood flooded into the room.
Luxian didn’t hesitate.
She grabbed the hand drum.
Dong...
Dong...
Dong...
The entire space began flickering.
The collapsing room vanished.
Moments later...
She appeared inside Yun Han’s home.
Meanwhile...
Inside the buried coffin...
The air grew thinner.
Each breath became increasingly difficult.
Dust continuously sifted through tiny cracks.
Yun Han quietly adjusted her wedding robes.
Then...
She gently draped an outer robe over Shen Yu’s shoulders.
Like a considerate wife caring for her husband.
She leaned comfortably against his chest.
"You really jumped in here..."
She smiled faintly.
"You truly weren’t afraid of dying?"
Shen Yu wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
"Die?"
He smiled.
"Would you really allow me to die?"
She lightly slapped his chest.
"So shameless."
"If you weren’t willing..."
"I would’ve taken the initiative anyway."
A playful smile appeared on her face.
Shen Yu’s hand slowly moved along her waist.
Then—
He paused.
An old notebook rested against her abdomen.
Unlike the pristine diary from the apartment...
This one was worn.
Torn.
Its pages yellowed by time.
Stained with blood.
A relic that had suffered together with its owner.
Yun Han quietly watched him.
"You’re very smart..."
"If you leave this dungeon..."
"...don’t forget me."
She smiled sadly.
"Once the dungeon ends..."
"I don’t think..."
"...we’ll ever meet again."
She clutched his sleeve tightly.
Her face twisted with reluctant sorrow.
Shen Yu gently stroked her long hair.
"That’s hard to say."
"I told you before."
"Soon..."
"No one will be able to imprison you."
"Not this village."
"Not this dungeon."
"When we meet again..."
"I promise..."
"You’ll be pleasantly surprised."
Warm tears silently soaked into his clothes.
Yun Han cried once more.
Shen Yu slowly opened the diary.
The childish handwriting gradually transformed.
Years passed across its pages.
A new entry appeared.
Spring, 1985.
This is the first year after I was kidnapped to the village.
I am nine years old today.
Today is my birthday.
But nobody remembered.
I’ve gotten used to being beaten.
I’ve gotten used to kneeling while eating.
But...
I still can’t get used to forgetting Mom and Dad.
It’s been one year.
Are you still looking for me?
Tonight...
I want to escape.
I’m sorry, kind big brother.
I know what failure means.
But Mom and Dad are still waiting for Han Han.
I have to go home.
The bloodstained diary trembled.
The suffocating coffin suddenly shook violently.
The world around Shen Yu dissolved.
Yun Han slowly faded from his embrace.
Darkness vanished.
The scene transformed.
Night.
The Wang family’s courtyard.
Inside the main house...
The middle-aged couple snored loudly.
Their son slept soundly beside the table.
Outside...
Nine-year-old Yun Han carefully pushed open the courtyard gate.
She tiptoed away.
Then...
She began running with all her strength.
Toward freedom.
Toward home.
Toward her parents.
Shen Yu watched her tiny figure disappear into the darkness.
Seconds later—
Shouts erupted throughout the village.
"There!"
"That little brat escaped!"
"It’s Old Wang’s ghost bride!"
"She dares to run?!"
"I’ll beat her to death!"
A series of dull impacts echoed through the night.
"Don’t hit me..."
"Please..."
"Han Han is afraid..."
"Han Han is afraid of pain..."
Her desperate cries pierced the darkness.
Shen Yu slowly closed his eyes.
His fists clenched tightly.
He no longer needed to witness what happened next.
Because he already knew.
This was the nightmare...
That had repeated countless times.