Gloomy, cramped, and accompanied by a piercing stench, Nalan Shuo tucked his legs in, curling up in the narrow coffin.
He did not, like Fang Zhou Lou Huixiang, flee to the Fu Jue Temple, largely due to the injury on his leg.
While dodging the carriage, he accidentally injured his leg, and he was also aware that under Ancestor's threat, even if he called out for Fang Zhou Lou Huixiang's help, the two would not bother with him, so he rolled directly into the nearby mud pit and hid.
Seizing the opportunity when the Ancestor was breaking out of the coffin to chase and kill the two, he crawled out of the mud pit at the fastest pace he could manage, limping over, steeled his heart to hide in a coffin, and flipped the overturned coffin lid back in place.
At this moment, Nalan Shuo sat uncomfortably against one corner of the coffin, and at the other end of the coffin, a blackish face appeared.
