At first I thought that either Li Mazi or Senior Shu were rolling in their sleep, so I wanted to push that person away. However, my body was completely unresponsive when I tried to move my hand. I could only try to open my eyes to see what was going on.

My eyelids also felt very heavy, as if they were made of lead. I could only vaguely see someone on top of my body; he had a gray goatee and was wearing a red and green attire, like the traditional clothing of the Miao people. Wrinkles crossed his face and a pair of opaque eyes were looking at me.

I was surprised. “What do you want?”

The old man with a goatee answered with a sneer, “The Perpetual Joy Coffin doesn’t bring perpetual joy. Go back home.”

I was startled again. “Did you also come...