The most unfortunate thing in the world is to be mistaken for dead and buried alive in a coffin.
If one were to face such a ridiculous situation, to be buried alive, what would be the first thought?
Feng Yi, however, felt that he should first thank his benefactor for not cremating him!
Being buried alive was indeed unlucky, but it ultimately preserved a sliver of life. How tragic it would have been to be cremated directly?
Feng Yi woke up to find himself lying in a sealed wooden coffin.
As for why he was buried alive, if he could get out, there would be plenty of time to ponder.
Of course, if he couldn't get out, then the reason for being buried alive would be irrelevant.
The immediate priority was self-rescue!
Initially, the endless darkness left Feng Yi bewildered and clueless.
However, after a few seconds of annoyance and panic, Feng Yi managed to calm himself down as much as possible.
Feng Yi knew that hysterics and mental breakdown would only cause him to lose his chance of escape!
This was because the oxygen supply in a sealed coffin was extremely limited.
Furthermore, the exhaled carbon dioxide could not be promptly expelled.
This would lead to suffocation and death for an adult in over forty minutes.
Panicking and being enraged would accelerate the body's metabolism, consuming oxygen at an alarming rate.
Feng Yi also chose not to shout for help, as shouting would consume a significant amount of oxygen.
Moreover, cemeteries were generally located in desolate, uninhabited areas, making such an action counterproductive.
It could be said that the faster he shouted, the faster he would die!
First, Feng Yi checked if his mobile phone had been buried with him.
With the proliferation of telecommunication base stations, coverage was extensive, and even in a cemetery, there might be a faint signal.
He could call or text friends and family for help.
If there was no signal at all, the phone could also be used for illumination.
The result, however, was disappointing. The person who buried him had been thorough. After searching, Feng Yi found that not only his phone but even a lighter was missing.
How much animosity was this?!
This move had completely cut off Feng Yi's chance of exploiting any loopholes.
In this desperate situation, the only one he could rely on was himself!
Feng Yi began to roll up his clothes from his abdomen, then covered his head and used his knees to forcefully push against the center of the coffin lid, which was its weakest point structurally.
Ten minutes later, Feng Yi cursed the coffin maker for their shoddy workmanship, wondering why it wasn't a "tofu-dreg" project!
But Feng Yi did not give up. He knew that as long as a small gap could be pried open, air and soil would seep in, alleviating his lack of oxygen.
The strenuous self-rescue efforts inevitably consumed a large amount of oxygen, and the remaining oxygen in the coffin was gradually thinning.
There was no time for hesitation or rest; the success or failure of his escape depended on these last few minutes!
Great effort produces miracles!
Feng Yi just put in the effort, and left the rest to miracles!
*Crack*~
The faint sound of cracking was incredibly pleasant to his ears at this moment; it was the sound of a miracle!
With Feng Yi's continuous efforts, the crack grew larger, and more and more oxygen seeped into the coffin.
These vital breaths alleviated Feng Yi's crisis of suffocation.
Just as Feng Yi prepared to divert the incoming soil to the sides of his body, an unexpected event occurred!
Feng Yi waited for a long time, but no soil seeped in!
This indicated that the coffin he was in was not buried in the soil!
Feng Yi was overjoyed, as this eliminated the risk of being buried by dirt.
Feng Yi changed his strategy. Since there was no obstruction of soil above, he chose to curl his legs and forcefully push against the coffin board on one side of the crack.
*Crack*~
The effect was remarkable. The coffin board on the side of his head was kicked away by him, and he finally saw the blue sky again.
Feng Yi stood up, and before he could properly savor the freedom of the air, a furious roar suddenly came from behind him.
"Bold zombie! How dare you be presumptuous before the Funeral Parlor Director of Liyue, Hu Tao? Take this staff!"
A girl with twin pigtails, holding a staff, swung it towards Feng Yi's head.
The angle was tricky, and the strike was swift, clearly pre-meditated.
Feng Yi heard the whistling sound of the staff behind him and quickly turned, crossing his arms to block the fatal blow.
Feng Yi never imagined that after escaping the crisis of being buried alive, someone would be ambushing him outside the coffin.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have met his end today!
Bearing the pain of the direct hit, Feng Yi frowned and quickly jumped out of the coffin, creating distance between himself and the girl.
"Liyue? Hu Tao?"
Feng Yi murmured, the name sounded so familiar.
Combined with the girl's appearance, Feng Yi's heart skipped a beat.
The girl who called herself Hu Tao was wearing a Chinese-style outfit with patterns and a long train. Feng Yi observed that the patterns on the train were of the Amaryllis and Lily flowers.
The girl wore a stiff, wide-brimmed hat, with a black ribbon behind it. Her reddish-brown gradient twin tails that cascaded down gave Feng Yi a very cute impression.
However, this girl was now warily guarding herself against him, clearly mistaking him for a reanimated zombie!
While his thoughts raced, Feng Yi realized a preposterous reality: he seemed to have transmigrated into the game Genshin Impact and was on the continent of Teyvat.
And the girl before him, who called herself the Director of Liyue's Funeral Parlor, bore a strong resemblance to the Hu Tao in his memory.
However, the Hu Tao in Feng Yi's memory controlled a Pyro Vision and was incredibly powerful; she wouldn't be like this.
Could it be that this Hu Tao had not yet obtained her Vision?!
Feng Yi suddenly recalled that Hu Tao discovered her Vision in her backpack after her grandfather's death, when she searched for him fruitlessly at the border and returned to Liyue.
Considering a certain possibility, Feng Yi secretly let out a sigh of relief.
If he wasn't mistaken, Hu Tao's grandfather should have passed away not long ago. Hu Tao should be on her way to the border or returning to Liyue from the border.
At this moment, Hu Tao should not have discovered the Pyro Vision in her backpack yet.
Of course, this was just Feng Yi's conjecture, and the specific situation would only be known after further communication with Hu Tao.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not a zombie. I'm just an ordinary person. I just don't know why I woke up in a coffin?"
Feng Yi held his hands out in front of him, palms open, to show Hu Tao that he meant no harm.
"To prove you're not a zombie, you must follow my instructions!"
Hu Tao calmed down and realized that she couldn't smell any peculiar odor from Feng Yi. In identifying zombies and ghouls, she had absolute confidence.
On her way back to Liyue from the border, Hu Tao had found Feng Yi lying by the roadside. She called out a few times with no response. Then, she checked him and found that he had no breath.
Out of kindness, Hu Tao found a coffin and gave Feng Yi a dignified burial.
She had just lost her grandfather and taken over as Director of the Funeral Parlor. She did not want to see anyone left to rot in the wilderness, which was also the duty of the Funeral Parlor.
However, it now seemed she had caused trouble!