MM Racing Chapter 3, Embarking on the Ancient Road to the Other Side of the Stars [New book, please add to you
Chapter 3, Embarking on the Ancient Road to the Other Side of the Stars [New book, please add to you
Darkness swallowed all the light.
No one spoke.
It lasted for about three to five seconds.
Then Su Ye heard a crying sound.
He kept his head down and tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but he couldn't.
It's a girl.
Suddenly, the coffin exploded.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
"Where am I?! Where am I?!"
"Mommy! Mommy!"
The phone's beam of light flickered wildly, a white light sweeping across a pale face, then across a hand gripping a backpack strap tightly.
Su Ye leaned against the cold coffin wall and looked around. The darkness was as bright as day in his eyes.
Some people were banging on the coffin wall, and some people actually pushed open the coffin door.
Two boys pushed up the coffin with their shoulders and their feet on the stone slab at the bottom, their faces turning red, but the bronze door remained unmoved.
It didn't even tremble.
"Signal! Does anyone have a signal?!"
"No signal, not even a single bar!"
"I can't dial 110!"
"Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi, say something!"
One person stood up.
Su Ye recognized the face: angular features and thick eyebrows. It was Zhou Yi.
There is such a person in the original work, Ye Fan's classmate, who eventually became a quasi-emperor.
That kind of composure that comes from within is not something everyone possesses.
"Don't panic!"
Zhou Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that compelled listeners to hear it.
The coffin suddenly became quieter.
The girls who were still crying also lowered their voices.
"The more panicked we are, the more chaotic things will become. First, take a headcount and see if anyone is injured."
"Turn on all the phones and shine the lights on the ground."
Wang Ziwen, tall and thin, wearing glasses, squeezed out of the crowd and helped Zhou Yi surround the girls in the middle, while the boys stood on the outside.
Some people were reluctant and muttered, "Why should I?", but they still moved over.
Lin Jia stood up from the crowd.
Her ponytail was half loose, her hair draped over her side, and her lips were pale and bloodless, but she still spoke fairly clearly:
"I'll order."
"Call out one name at a time, and when your name is called, respond. Don't respond randomly, listen carefully."
Lin Jia took out her phone, opened Notepad, and read the notes one by one.
"Ye Fan".
"Yes." The voice came from the corner, unhurried.
"Zhou Yi".
"exist."
"Wang Ziwen".
"Here."
"Liu Yunzhi".
"Hmm," a young man in a gray T-shirt responded, but his gaze drifted deeper into the coffin.
Su Ye noticed the direction of his gaze; Liu Yunzhi was also looking at him.
"Li Changqing".
"Yes, yes, yes."
Li Xiaoman
"exist."
"Lin Yi..."
……
The names were read out one by one.
The noise inside the coffin gradually subsided, leaving only a series of responses.
"Pang Bo".
No one answered.
Lin Jia paused, looked around, and asked again, "Pang Bo?"
Is Pang Bo here?
"Didn't Pang Bo not come?"
As soon as Li Changqing finished speaking, a voice came from deep within the coffin.
"Who said I didn't come?"
Everyone froze.
A beam of light from a mobile phone shone down.
Pang Bo squatted by the coffin wall, his tall frame of over 1.8 meters hunched over like a bear trapped in a cage.
He was wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, sweatpants, and flip-flops.
Liu Yunzhi's face darkened, and he took half a step forward from the crowd.
His eyelids twitched slightly as he looked Pang Bo up and down.
"Pang Bo, didn't you say you were too busy to come to the party?"
"How did it all happen to happen that we ended up at Mount Tai?"
Liu Yunzhi emphasized the word "skillful" a bit.
Li Changqing followed behind, his voice not loud but everyone heard him: "Who knows if it's something that turned into it..."
The air grew tense again.
Several girls who were close to Pang Bo instinctively stepped back.
Pang Bo remained squatting in place without moving.
His lips moved slightly, but he didn't explain.
Then Ye Fan walked over, squatted down, and their eyes met.
He stared at Pang Bo for a few seconds.
Who passed you the answers for the makeup exam of the course you failed in the first semester of your sophomore year?
Pang Bo blinked and replied, "You passed it to me. The answer was written in a cigarette box. The proctor thought it was trash, so you threw it in the trash can and passed it to me."
"Was that scar on your left calf from that fall?"
"During my freshman summer vacation, I sprained my ankle while playing basketball, fell into the concrete bleachers, and needed four stitches. I was even wearing your shoes that day."
"When we first started drinking, after which bottle did you start talking nonsense?"
Pang Bo's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't: "The third bottle, he didn't even finish the fourth bottle of beer before he was hugging the trash can and calling for his mom."
"You're the one who dragged me back to the dorm; I threw up on your shoes."
Ye Fan didn't reply.
He stood up and put his hand on Pang Bo's shoulder, giving him a squeeze.
Then he turned to the crowd and said, "It's him, there's no mistake."
Li Changqing wanted to say something, but Liu Yunzhi pulled him back.
Liu Yunzhi tugged at his sleeve and took two steps back, his hushed voice still carrying through the bronze coffin walls:
"Pang Bo's arrival is suspicious; he might be just as problematic as that Taoist priest..."
Li Changqing glanced back.
That gaze pierced through the crowd, through the swaying beam of light from the cell phone, and landed on Su Ye.
Su Ye leaned against the coffin wall with her eyes closed.
It was as if I hadn't heard anything.
In the darkness, Pang Bo scratched his head and explained, his voice low and slightly bewildered:
"I really didn't plan to come. Something came up at home; my dad was hospitalized."
"I don't know what got into me that afternoon, but I somehow ended up taking a bus to Mount Tai."
"I was still wondering what I was doing at the foot of the mountain. I walked halfway up the mountain path, and then it got dark. Suddenly, a surge of energy..."
He gestured, reaching his hand upwards into the air, and continued, "Pull me up and fly."
"Open your eyes again... and you'll be here."
After saying that, Pang Bo realized how absurd it sounded, so he added, "Do you believe me?"
"I still feel like I'm dreaming."
No one responded.
Lin Jia looked down at her phone and recorded the number of people, entering Pang Bo's name.
Ye Fan pulled Pang Bo to sit down near the coffin wall, and the two sat side by side against the bronze wall.
After a long while, the sounds from inside the coffin gradually subsided.
It's not that I'm not afraid anymore, it's that I'm afraid of getting tired.
Some people leaned on their companions' shoulders and closed their eyes, while others whispered among themselves, and the lights from their cell phones went out one by one.
Ye Fan pulled Pang Bo toward the outermost corner of the coffin.
That corner happened to be a blind spot where the faint light of the runes couldn't reach.
The two squatted down, shoulder to shoulder, their voices barely audible to each other.
Ye Fan lowered his voice and told Pang Bo about what he had seen and heard in Mount Tai.
Upon hearing this, Pang Bo used the faint light from his phone in the distance to check Ye Fan's expression.
I'm not kidding.
"A punch? How big is that rock? Are you seeing things?"
Do you think I'm joking?
Pang Bo took a breath.
The breath caught in his throat, and it took him a long time to exhale.
silence.
Then came a wry smile.
"I would have said you were crazy before."
"You'd be considered crazy for saying something like that in our dorm."
"But now we're talking inside a coffin that's flying in the sky..."
Pang Bo paused for a moment, then continued, "What else is impossible?"
Ye Fan's voice deepened as he said, "It seems he already knew that the nine dragons in the sky were dragging this coffin down."