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He looked back at the door that was closing. At this moment, the backpack had toppled over, creating some resistance that made the door close on its own not so easily.

Still, the door continued to close at a visibly quick pace.

"Fuck, is this making it hard for me? Should I Rewind?" Yan Junze hesitated.

Just then, he abruptly looked down and saw the small, dead grey arm extending slowly from the crevice of the cracking coffin lid, feeling around the edge of the coffin.

This time, the arm was very close to him, just short of touching Yan Junze's left hand that was pressing down on the coffin lid.

Moreover, Yan Junze noticed that the small arm was still lengthening, which forced him to change the direction of his strength, preventing the lid from opening. He shifted his hand slightly and pushed back against the edge of the lid with all his might.

The dead grey arm kept growing, exceeding the length of a normal human arm. Its fingers spread out, touching the coffin lid and slightly lifting it to search around, producing a series of tap-tap-tap sounds, exuding an inexplicable eeriness.

Yan Junze couldn't care less, using all his strength, he slowly pushed the coffin lid back into place.

When he looked up, he saw the backpack that was blocking the door—having toppled over—was now being pushed further away, slowly rolling outward, losing its blocking effect.

After nothing obstructed it anymore, the door suddenly sped up, and just as it was about to close, a short knife was thrust in, slipping through the crack and keeping the closing door separated from the frame.

This was a magnetic knife. After preventing the door from closing, it began to twist slowly, widening the crack of the opening door, and immediately a slender hand pushed the door open.

The person was none other than Zhang Xiaomo.

After opening the door, Zhang Xiaomo stepped into the room in a flash.

Yan Junze, taken aback, said, "Don't let the door close."

Zhang Xiaomo came to her senses and reached back for the doorknob, but the door was closing equally fast. As soon as she grabbed the doorknob, the door slammed shut with a bang.

Zhang Xiaomo twisted the knob, but it didn't budge.

"Forget about that door, there's something strange about this room," Yan Junze advised, then started to consider whether to Rewind right away.

But after thinking about it, Rewinding now seemed utterly unnecessary because he might take this opportunity to delve deeper into the intention of the Red Coffin.

Once distracted, the strength in his hand decreased sharply, and the coffin lid slid to one side and opened completely.

A tuft of green smoke emerged from the coffin, acrid and foul-smelling, but the interior was pitch-black, and nothing could be seen.

Yan Junze immediately backed away, walking towards Zhang Xiaomo's direction.

"What are you doing here? It's very dangerous," he said as he approached.

"Let's get out first and then talk," Zhang Xiaomo replied, not planning to answer him directly. She was still turning the lock, now that she had inserted the magnetic knife into the crack and started to twist it with force.

Obviously, when she entered the room, she hadn't anticipated that the self-closing door would possess such strangeness, thinking it was just a normal occurrence.

After all, the target of the strangeness was the Red Coffin, not the door.

Now that she discovered she couldn't open the door, Zhang Xiaomo felt somewhat self-reproachful.

"We might... not be able to leave for the time being," Yan Junze said, shaking his head.

That instant, Zhang Xiaomo noticed marks of a knife cut on the door, and looking up, she said, "Let's go through the window!"

"Wait a moment, don't panic," Yan Junze stopped her, "The coffin lid of the Red Coffin can no longer be suppressed and has opened on its own when you just came in. Well, I want to ask you, what were you most afraid of as a child?"

Zhang Xiaomo looked at him, puzzled, and didn't answer.

Yan Junze asked, "Afraid of caterpillars?"

Zhang Xiaomo shook her head.

"Snakes? Cockroaches? Rats?" Yan Junze continued to ask.

Zhang Xiaomo still shook her head, "The things you mentioned just make one feel disgusted, but I'm not afraid of them. Why are you asking this?"

Yan Junze was pleased, "You're not going to tell me that you've never been afraid of anything since you were little, right? Hahaha, that would be good, so I can concentrate more when dealing with the strangeness of the Red Coffin."

"Who said I'm not afraid of anything?" Zhang Xiaomo pouted, her lips slightly parted, then closed again.

"Afraid of what? Is it hard to say?" Yan Junze was surprised, then he turned his head to glance in the direction of the Red Coffin in the darkness.

At this moment, the lid of the Red Coffin was open, and it was unclear whether something had emerged, but Yan Junze already had a premonition that whatever he was afraid of, the Red Coffin strangeness would produce something similar or even the same. The goal was to maximize his Fear Value.

That's why he had asked Zhang Xiaomo.

If Zhang Xiaomo wasn't afraid of anything, that would be the best, so there wouldn't be any more concerns.

But in reality, Yan Junze wouldn't admit anyone could go through life without fear of anything.

Now that he heard Zhang Xiaomo also had fears, he started feeling uneasy.

Zhang Xiaomo seemed to reflect carefully and soon shook her head, "I think... I really don't have anything I'm afraid of? I had a harmonious family growing up, and the environment was always very good, plus I've always been brave."
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"That's good, that's good, it's good as long as there's nothing you're afraid of," Yan Junze said, patting his chest.

"It's not that I'm afraid of anything, but I am afraid of one thing, does that count?" Zhang Xiaomo suddenly said.

Afraid of one thing? Yan Junze's heart suddenly felt a bad sensation, "What is it?"