But Lin Mo knew that this was just the beginning.

The curse on Zhou Liang is too terrible. Fire can hurt him, but it is unlikely to kill him.

Lin Mo only has a few curses on him, which is no match for Zhou Liang.

So he didn't think of relying on his own strength to fight this BOSS-level monster alone.

Lin Mo rushed to the coffin carrier in a few steps, then stretched out his hand and reached into the wound on the coffin carrier's chest without hesitation.

He wanted to take out the hand that Zhou Liang left in the coffin-carrying man's body.

This thing is the source of all curse attacks.

Only by taking this thing away can the coffin carrier recover. Otherwise, under the attack of multiple curses, the coffin carrier cannot move at all.

Lin Mo's tactics are simple.

The first step is to launch a sneak attack to interfere with Zhou Liang and use fire to prevent him from paying attention to this place temporarily.

The second part is to take advantage of this opportunity to help the coffin bearer remove the curse attack.

Because only the coffin carrier can defeat Zhou Liang.

At the critical moment, Lin Mo's mind was still very flexible.

The wound of the coffin carrier was bloody and sticky. When he put his hand into it, it was like he was sinking into a pool of cold mud. This was not the most creepy thing. The most creepy thing was that at this close distance, the coffin carrier's cold eyes were staring at Lin Mo.

Obviously, although Zhou Liang's curse attack is terrible and can temporarily paralyze the coffin bearer, it cannot kill him.

These two are tough guys.

Lin Mo ignored the other person's gaze and explored for a while. Soon, he touched something.

Waves of curses instantly affected Lin Mo.

Almost at the same time, Lin Mo used all his strength to grab the thing, pulled it out fiercely, and threw it to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Mo already felt weak all over. He should have just been affected by the curse on the broken hand. After all, he was not the main target of the attack.

Even so, Lin Mo almost fell to the ground.

But within a short period of time, Lin Mo couldn't move, not even a step.

The coffin-carrying man's recovery ability was obviously much stronger than Lin Mo's. The other party moved and a knife appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his hand, he nailed Zhou Liang's hand to the ground.

Afterwards, the coffin carrier ignored Lin Mo and immediately rushed towards Zhou Liang who was covered in flames.

This time, the man carrying the coffin learned his lesson. He did not touch the other person with his hands. Instead, he took off the coffin on his back and directly pushed Zhou Liang, who was covered in flames, into it.

Next, the coffin was turned over and the lid was closed, and Zhou Liang was put inside.

The whole process was so fast that people couldn't react in time.

Although Lin Mo couldn't move for the time being, he could see clearly.

"It turns out that this coffin is actually a weapon."

Bang, bang, bang! Soon, there was a noise coming from the coffin. Zhou Liang inside was attacking frantically, but the coffin was made of some unknown wood. It was stronger than steel and could not be destroyed at all.

The coffin bearers picked up the coffin again.

He nodded at Lin Mo and made a sound similar to the chirping of insects from his mouth.

It should be a conversation, but Lin Mo couldn't understand it.

"He said that in two days, the coffin will digest the monster, and he also said that he was very grateful to you."

A voice sounded from the ground nearby.

Lin Mo took a glance.

It’s that particularly talkative bone mask.

At that time, Lin Mo used the other party to attract Zhou Liang's attention. He thought he would never see this guy again, but he didn't expect that this guy was so tough.

The other party spoke on his own initiative, probably because he was still tied up tightly and could not run away.

Lin Mo couldn't move at this time.

Zhou Liang's several No. 2 sequence curse attacks were too terrifying. Even if he was only affected a little, Lin Mo felt the passing of life, aging, paralysis, and he couldn't see things clearly.

The man carrying the coffin came over at this time, looked up and down, took out a black thing from his pocket and stuffed it into Lin Mo's mouth.

Eh? It's pretty sweet.

Lin Mo took a sip and found it was actually a piece of chocolate.

This was totally beyond Lin Mo's expectations. He never thought that the coffin bearer would actually stuff a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The mixed taste of sweetness and bitterness quickly dispelled the influence of the curse. Lin Mo felt that his life was no longer slipping away. His body could move again and his vision became clear again.

Finished eating.

Lin Mo pursed his lips and asked the coffin bearer, "Anything else?"

The coffin bearers said nothing.

"He doesn't understand." The bone mask on the ground reminded.

Lin Mo walked over and picked up his beloved mirror first, then checked it. It was intact without any bumps or scratches. This thing became more and more convenient to use the more he used it.

Can't live without it.

After putting it away, he picked up the bone mask.

"What language did the coffin bearer speak?" Lin Mo asked.

"Some kind of ghost language. I know a little bit."

"Tell him to be careful of the monster in the coffin. It won't be that easy to kill." Lin Mo felt that he still had to give a reminder.

After all, the curse on Zhou Liang is too powerful.

Don't underestimate the enemy.

The bone mask then also began to emit that strange insect-like sound.

The coffin bearer nodded.

But he didn't seem to care. It seemed that he was very confident in his coffin.

Lin Mo thought about it and asked the bone mask to pass on the message: "When you open the coffin, call me."

The coffin bearer and the skeleton mask exchanged a few words, and the skeleton mask told Lin Mo: "He said yes, and the coffin bearer asked if you want to go to cabin 133."

Lin Mo nodded.

This time there was no need for translation, and the coffin carriers understood it.

The latter waved at Lin Mo, and when he arrived at the door of wooden house No. 133, he took out a key from his clothes and opened the wooden door.

There is actually a key.

It seems that the information Xu Yang has is not comprehensive.

Because the key to cabin No. 133 is in the possession of the coffin carrier, it is no wonder that only the coffin carrier has completed the commission of the cabin owner, because no one else can get in at all.

Lin Mo also nodded to the man carrying the coffin, then walked into the wooden house.

Changes in light and shadow.

Lin Mo seemed to have passed through some kind of barrier all of a sudden, and when he looked at the room again, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

He thought that the wooden house would be a terrifying environment, and the owner of the wooden house would be a sinister and cunning guy, or even a corpse or a ghost.

But it turned out to be anything but.

The house was a very ordinary dwelling, with a worn-out wooden bed, a faded children's carpet, and clothes hanging on the wires. There were some toys on the floor, and at this moment, a little boy was playing with building blocks.

Lin Mo glanced around.

There was no one here except the little boy.

The little boy, who looked about five or six years old, was using building blocks to build a place that looked like a town. He was playing very seriously and didn't notice anyone coming in.

Lin Mo leaned over and looked at the building blocks on the ground.

There were hundreds of building blocks, some were stacked up on top of each other, and some were placed in different positions. Lin Mo noticed at this time that in front of this large pile of building blocks, there was a small pocket-sized sign, which seemed like the entrance.

There are three words written on it.

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