The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#130 - Choose one

The old zombie raised his head and carefully sized up Lu Jing for a good while before returning the wooden牌 to his hand.

Then he followed up with another question, "You didn't tell anyone else about your coming here, did you?"

Lu Jing and Yang Tao shook their heads upon hearing this.

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"Do you have any urgent matters to attend to recently?"

Yang Tao shook his head again, patting his chest and saying, "I came to the capital alone, without any ties."

Lu Jing, however, cautiously said, "Are we going to be assessed next… Roughly how long will the assessment take?"

"No comment," the old zombie said expressionlessly.

"Then I need to go back and get something," Lu Jing said. Although he carried his wine gourd with him, the 'Fallen into the Mortal World' inside was only enough for a week.

Hearing what the old zombie implied, it seemed that the assessment might take a very long time, so to be safe, Lu Jing decided to prepare more poison wine.

But the old zombie became a little impatient and asked, "What do you need to go back and get?"

"Medicine," Lu Jing said truthfully.

"Medicine?" The old zombie was surprised again, sized up Lu Jing once more, and said with suspicion, "You look quite healthy, why do you need to take medicine?"

"Because… I have an unspeakable ailment."

Hearing this, Yang Tao and the old zombie's gazes towards Lu Jing changed. Yang Tao was both admiring and worried, while the old zombie looked disdainful, sneering repeatedly.

"It's not what you think," Lu Jing said helplessly.

"Whatever, since it's medicine, then you don't need to go back and get it." The old zombie waved his hand, "When the time comes, just tell us what medicine you need."

"The medicine I need might be hard to find," Lu Jing said tactfully.

The old zombie heard this and said with arrogance, "Heh heh, don't worry… there's no medicine in this world that we can't find. Your medicine will definitely not be interrupted during the assessment, so stop being so fussy, are you coming in or not?"

"Alright."

Hearing this, Lu Jing and Yang Tao walked into the coffin shop together.

They saw that the small hall was filled with coffins everywhere.

All kinds of coffins.

There were coffins made of high-quality golden silk nanmu, and there were also those made of slightly inferior cypress, willow, paulownia, and pine.

The thickness also varied, the thickest being a fist thick, and the thinnest being as thin as paper, making people worry if they would fall apart on the spot.

Fully illustrating what it means that life has nobility and baseness, and death has importance and insignificance.

The old zombie lit a copper lamp. The flame flickered a few times, casting his somewhat hunched shadow on the wall, making the entire coffin shop look even more eerie.

"Pick one," he said faintly.

"Pick what?" Yang Tao said blankly.

"You've both come to my coffin shop, what else could you pick but your own coffins?"

"Pick our own coffins? But… aren't we here to participate in the assessment?" Yang Tao stammered.

"Just pick when you're told to pick, why so much nonsense."

After a pause, the old zombie continued, "I'm not deliberately trying to scare you, your guides should have told you all about it. This line of work is very dangerous. The things you will face in the future are mysterious and unpredictable, and anything can happen.

"Lie down inside?" Yang Tao didn't consider himself someone who liked to repeat other people's words, but tonight this was already the unknown number of times he had repeated someone else's words.

There was no way, because he couldn't help but doubt his ears.

"That's right, lie down inside. How can you know if a coffin is comfortable just by looking at it? You always have to lie down inside and try it for yourself."

As the old zombie's words fell, a gust of cold wind happened to pour in from outside the shop, causing Yang Tao to shiver uncontrollably.

Wandering around a coffin shop in the middle of the night to pick a coffin for himself was already terrifying enough.

He didn't expect that after this, there would even be a try-lying-down session waiting for him.

Yang Tao almost couldn't help but turn around and leave, but when he thought about how he had finally rushed from Liuzhou to the capital, and before he left, he had made a promise to his father and elder brother that he would make a big difference.

Young people are sensitive, if he went back in such a dispirited manner, Yang Tao felt that he would have no face to see the elders of his hometown again.

And turning his head to look, Lu Jing, who had come with him, was already lying in the willow coffin.

Lying quite comfortably, putting the禅杖 aside, with his hands folded in front of his chest.

So Yang Tao gritted his teeth and also lay down in the coffin that belonged to him, holding his spear.

And after he lay down, he didn't know where the seemingly very skinny old zombie got the strength, but he actually pushed the coffin lid that was leaning on the ground up, completely covering him in the coffin.

As the coffin lid above his head completely closed, the faint candlelight of the copper lamp was also isolated outside.

"Remember, don't get out of the coffin before it stops moving," the old zombie finally instructed.

"What stop moving?"

Yang Tao subconsciously asked, but the old zombie had already stopped answering.

In the pitch-black darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Yang Tao could only hear his own breathing, and that breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

Only then did Yang Tao realize that he might have overestimated his courage.

Especially after a while, when he discovered that the coffin he was in had begun to move, he couldn't help but start thinking wildly in his head.

When he came in, he had already looked around and confirmed that there were only three of them in the entire coffin shop, and Lu Jing and he were already lying in the coffins, so who was lifting his coffin now.

Was it that old zombie?

Not to mention whether he had such strength, just the two coffins alone were not something he could lift by himself.

The more Yang Tao thought about it, the more he couldn't help but feel afraid.

In comparison, Lu Jing on the other side was much calmer.

Before, when reading He Qing's notes, he had already guessed that there was a mysterious organization behind the men in black, and he also knew that these people possessed magic, which was later confirmed by Aoi.

So theoretically, after he stepped into this coffin shop, nothing that happened would surprise him too much.

Of course, Lu Jing also had to admit that lying in a coffin in the middle of the night was indeed a bit strange.

However, he still calmed his mind and carefully listened to the sounds coming from the other side of the coffin, wanting to know where he and Yang Tao would be sent next.

Lu Jing could feel the coffin slowly moving towards the backyard.

And the old zombie didn't follow.

After that, he also heard the scraping sound of the corner of the coffin hitting the back wall.

He heard the rustling sound of the grass and trees in the backyard being blown by the night wind.

Then the coffin suddenly stopped.

A sense of foreboding arose in Lu Jing's heart for no reason, wanting to break out of the coffin, but in the next moment, the coffin had already begun to fall downwards!