[MTL, BL] The Days of Being Madly Pursued by the Boss of the Horror World

6.2

The ancestral hall seems to have been recently renovated. The newly painted lacquer on the doorposts is bright in color, not completely dry, and exudes an unpleasant smell.

The door of the ancestral hall was ajar, and Yu Jin gently pushed it and saw the wooden door tremblingly parted to both sides, revealing a small but clean space.

Some special spices are smoked in the ancestral hall.

In the center of the ancestral hall, there is a dark coffin. The surface of the coffin is finely polished, engraved with abstract patterns, and the lid is tightly closed.

Yu Jin involuntarily approached the coffin, put his hand on the coffin lid, and with a little force, pushed the coffin lid aside.

A stronger smell came from inside the coffin, covering the original fragrance. There was a man lying in the coffin, with a handsome face, pale face, eyes tightly closed, and a serene expression. He was covered with a variety of spices on and under his body, and the complex smells were mixed together, which was so strong that it was pungent.

Yu Jin stared at the face of the person in the coffin, and carefully stretched out his right hand to touch his breath, but was shocked by the low temperature of his skin.

He brushed away the spices inside the coffin and saw the ice cubes below.

The person in the coffin is undoubtedly dead, and the ice is to prevent the body from decaying.

Yu Jin didn't know what effect this method could play, but the face of the person in the coffin was lifelike, as if he could open his eyes in the next second.

He brushed off the spices that had been spread on the man in the coffin, revealing his pale skin. Maybe only the color of his skin made him look like he wasn't alive.

The man in the coffin was not wearing clothes, but his skin was as smooth as jade, without a trace of flaws, not even the small wounds of daily collisions, like a puppet carefully polished with jade, with a red mark only on the heart. .

But his skin maintains the elasticity of a living skin, and the hairs on his body can be seen clearly, not like a carved artwork.

Yu Jin put the spice back on his body, and gently stroked his face with his fingers, ready to close the coffin lid.

But the man lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the coffin.

Yu Jin was caught off guard from falling into the coffin, his knee hit the ice at the bottom of the coffin, and the pain and cold came together.

The original lifeless person was pressing him at the bottom of the coffin at the moment, and the spices on his body rustled on him, obscuring almost all his senses.

With a smile in his eyes, the man in the coffin pressed his shoulders to prevent him from struggling, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

His lips are also cold, and his tongue slides into Yu Jin's mouth like a piece of ice, grabbing all the warmth from his body.

Yu Jin felt that his breathing was also lost as the temperature dropped, and pushed his shoulders hard.

The man in the coffin felt his resistance, but he did not let him go, but demanded more violently until his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he lay in the coffin in a dazed state, and then he straightened up and looked at him condescendingly.

He felt his clothes being ripped apart, and the delicate kiss fell on the sensitive part, but he couldn't move or make a sound.

Slow footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by the regular sound of crutches hitting the ground. The door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and an old voice came: "Who is here?"