Novel & Cerita Laughing Coffin Sao

Arthemisya is always in the spotlight. Something caught my attention. A man in a black suit, passing by with a name tag I assumed was a security guard, was busy guiding five men. They were all dressed entirely in black, with black masks and hats. Only their latex gloves were glaring white as they lifted a coffin to be loaded onto a white truck. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. There was no mistaking it; the coffin contained the body of someone Tiger had killed the night before. "What's wrong with that person?" I noticed one of them holding his stomach. I complained to security and was finally allowed to enter the lobby.

Chapter 80 SANTINO’S POINT OF VIEW The coffin had just been lowered into the ground. The damp earth fell on the wood, resounding like a death knell. Amenda's sobs, Alaya's silent tears, Elias's clenched jaws... it all formed a melody that I swallowed like sweet poison. I was there, standing, invisible to their eyes, dressed in this shadow which now took the place of my skin. My own funeral. How ironic.

she gasps, pulling him close in a hug. The audience erupts into cheers. “That was damn fucking close to the cue cards we gave 'em anyhow,” I hear Carmine senior grumble to Don Leo, as the camera’s cut out and reposition themselves to watch the coffin lower into its six-foot pit of a final resting place. They angle the lens in a careful zoom to dramatically capture the first few handfuls of dirt being dropped upon its surface. Sicillio reads off the Lord’s prayer, and I line up as expected in the queue to drop a fistful of gritty earth into the grave of our murdered mayor.

After we finished eating my father, brother and I left to go to the funeral home. When we entered through the doors we were taken in right away into a room. We sat down waiting for the funeral director to arrive. Looking around the room, my father stops, looking at a book on a shelf above Santos’ head. “Santos give me that book.” He stands up and hands it to him, getting up from where he was sitting to the other end of the table. We followed suit sitting on either side of him so we could look at the book together. I pointed to a smokey black looking coffin. “How about this one, it is just his style.” “I agree. Santos?” “Yeah, that’s the one.” The funeral director walks in at moment, and we

After that, no one else spoke. The workers slowly began lowering Cassius’ coffin first, the ropes moving slowly, carefully, as the wooden coffin disappeared inch by inch into the ground. Everyone watched in silence until it reached the bottom. Then Stefano’s coffin was lowered next. Bianca stood a few steps away from the grave, her hands clasped tightly together, her face pale but calm, her eyes following the coffin the entire time as it slowly disappeared into the ground, as if she was trying to memorize the last moment she would ever see it.

It was not easy to handle it when the situation became like this now. Warren stared at Thomas, and he coldly said, “Are you purposely humiliating me today?” Thomas chuckled. “I just came to give a present. How did I humiliate you? “Why? Do you find my gift too light?” Thomas swung his hand. “Don't be anxious. After you see the things inside, you won’t find the present light.” Someone immediately came over and lifted the lid of the eight coffins. In every coffin, there was a muscular man inside. Their hands and legs were tied, and their mouths were sealed by black tapes.

"Lucifer, what do you think now? Do you still believe the Pope and Yohan can harm His Majesty? With an S-class dragon vein to empower him, His Majesty wields limitless might. Maybe you should be more worried about your dear Pope, lest he be the one crushed instead!" Lucifer was at a complete loss for words. At that moment, Morgan raised his hand and commanded, "Open the coffin!" The 800 avian alpha beasts roared in unison, unleashing their full power, pushing with everything they had against the massive lid. This amount of force was indeed necessary. The bronze coffin was simply too enormous. It was 300 feet long and 3,000 feet wide. This was not just a simple coffin. It was a colossal, floa

Under his lead, Eden and his thousand men in Flaming Dragon Armor moved to the most conspicuous spot in the square. A little while later, a line of headlights lit up on the wide road not far away. Dozens of armored vehicles draped in black cloth slowly approached from the direction of the city and entered the scene. Amid solemn and mournful singing, four fully armed middle-aged men lifted Lenny's coffin from one of the vehicles. The coffin, though not overly luxurious, exuded dignified solemnity. All sides and the top were transparent, except for the bottom, allowing everyone to see Lenny's corpse lying quietly inside.

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

asked Dylan, confused. “Indeed. I’ve seen such coffins before in the picture of the sun… The coffin itself is a patent belonging to one of the countries in the Western Regions, and it has a history of at least a few thousand years by now. According to legends, people who are buried in such coffins will be able to keep their appearance and bodies fully intact,” replied Daryl as he took a deep breath. “There used to be a lot of people who wanted to get their hands on the eternal coffin, but even after so long, nobody’s truly seen it before. How queer… Why could have sent you such a large gift? What even is the meaning behind all this...?” added Daryl.