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the book.
"MR. ZHONGLI!"
Have the apocalypse of the undead began and now spirits knock on wooden caskets of the funeral parlor? Passerby's have no intentions of confirming this theory and immediately scurried off outside the funeral parlor, sweating and panting as if chased down miles away.
But it wasn't them who were chased- it was you.
So where exactly are you now?
"Mr. Zhongli, Hu tao," You called out and knocked rapidly in the seal of the coffin, breathless as if you were denied the access to fill your lungs with air, "I- uh, I can't breathe..."
"Hold on (Y/N)." A muffled voice replied before a few footsteps that seem as if were in a hurry grew louder. Noises in the edges of the wooden casket with some few grunts outside were made and a flash of blinding light welcomed you along with the scent of incense and strong aromatic blossoms of freshly placed flowers. You have been well hidden inside that the daylight's abrupt rays brought a lone tear which you hurriedly blinked away.
You were greeted by a concerned consultant who swiftly placed his hand at your back and carefully helped you in a sitting position. Gasping for air, your breaths were heavy and your clothes were drenched with sweat all over its places.
"Uh, maybe it wasn't a good idea to hide you inside there huh?" Hu tao apologetically pointed at the coffin you are now currently sitting on.
It wasn't even a valid idea at the first place. You've been desperate during the whole chase with a mob of psychos who were clinging at the edge of your shirt, begging for major changes in the plot of your newly released book. But you weren't giving in- they were too toxic for your liking.
If we could suggest anything when the situation is in dire need of assistance- any option shall do: Coffins.
A unorthodox plan, no denying it is.
Running to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, you immediately asked the young director for help and filled out the information she needed. The director frowned before finally dashing to Zhongli and instructed the fine man on what to do.
Dubious, he had no choice but to assist you inside one of the black wooden coffin located just beside their desk and at the bottom part. The gentleman would have bombarded you with queries if it wasn't for that desperate look you gave him.
"Are you alright now, (Y/N)?" You felt a hand gently caressed yours, lightly squeezing it, "How brave of you to completely stay still inside such a tight space with limited air."
"Uh-Thank you," You hesitated a bit, "Can I- Can I get a glass of water please?"
"Sure sure!" Hu Tao agreed enthusiastically, wrapping her petite hand in an untouched cold glass of water which stood on top of her desk, "No one has drunk this one yet, dip in!"
