Sao Laughing Coffin Novels & Stories

As he got closer to the coffin, the stench became more and more pungent and even Samuel couldn't help but feel sick. However, he endured the stench and approached the coffin. When Han Xiao took off the candle on the upper part of the coffin and placed it near the coffin, the situation in the coffin was suddenly clear. Under the dim and flickering candlelight, a pile of rotten meat was piled up in the coffin. Not to mention that there was no face, even the basic appearance of people was not there. To be exact, it was clearly a mass of almost melted rotten meat lying in the coffin. However, there was an eyeball in the top of the rotten meat, which seemed to indicate that it was its head.

Count Vlad said, pointing at something in the wall. Frowning, I try to distinguish what it was. That didn’t look like a coffin. It looks way different from ordinary ones. Approaching it, I could see it. This wasn’t like any coffin I’ve seen before. It was a glass coffin, standing tall against the wall. It looked as if they encrusted it into the walls. “This… is a coffin?” I said, sounding stupid. “Yes, your coffin is almost like mine, except yours is made of diamonds.” Count Vlad said.

He didn’t look up; he let the sound slide through his reference library and land where it should: ventilation shift, not feet. He cut down a lane of crates, the team ghosting from cover to cover. On the nearest crate, stencilled in tidy black: SUPERNATURAL. He filed it. Noted the weight marks. Noted the fresh scrapes where crowbars had bit. A doorway yawned open to their right. He cleared it with a slice—sterile lab, stainless tables, glass cabinets. In a row of jars, malformed embryos floated with the indifference of the dead. Cages lined one wall—tigers sedated into stillness, primates slumped, birds hooded and motionless. The air had that vinegar tang of disinfectants layered over fear.

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

The coffin is exquisite, if Mari were alive and she was asked to pick a coffin for her final resting place she would pick this. Lena doesn't say anything, she just walks up to the coffin and runs her hand over it and then she chokes back a sob. "Eric it's absolutely stunning, she would love it." She tells him and then she goes to hug him. "I'm happy that you like it." He tells her. They both open up the coffin and I lay Mari inside. Eric closes it up and proceeds to recite another spell. The coffin shines bright for a few seconds and then it stops.

Its surface shimmered with intricate runes, forming a sinister array that exuded an eerie and oppressive aura. With a thunderous crack, the coffin lid flipped open, and a chilling black shadow shot out, transforming into a venomous serpent lunging at Chase. Chase scoffed while swiping his palm. The shadow dissipated instantly under the force of his strike. A pained wail echoed from within the coffin. Marais' heart sank. The Phantom Coffin was his masterpiece that had consumed years of effort, yet it was now utterly destroyed. "You little bastard!" he bellowed in fury.

It wasn't until they saw the photo that they finally understood—I was truly gone. The person in the photo was undeniably me. They begged to take my urn home, desperate to reclaim what little of me was left. They also demanded to speak to the police who had handled the case, furious that they had never been informed. In the interrogation room, the officer explained, "At the time, a girl named Yolana claimed the deceased was her family's maid. She said the maid had stolen a large sum of money and committed suicide out of guilt. She didn't want to pursue the theft so that her parents wouldn't find out, so she told us to keep it quiet."

In the middle of them were two huge crystal coffins. The two crystal coffins were a dozen meters long with the picture of auspicious clouds and animals engraved on top. Debra, Ewan, Rachel, and even Darryl and Zhu Bajie were stunned completely by what they saw in front of them. They could not help but gulp quietly! This was Lu Bu’s main tomb room! They became excited when they saw the two crystal coffins. They saw a huge body lying inside the crystal coffin on the left. His long wild hair reached his shoulders as he wore black and gold armor, and his eyes were shut.

One could even see burrows local animals had made for themselves. Logan took a stride and pointed at one of the bigger graves. "Dig that one up." Dijkstra and his people staggered. "Say what?!" "Did he… just tell us to… ya know?" Dijkstra could not believe it. Three hours of a ride just to roleplay as grave robbers!? Logan nodded firmly. Dijkstra sighed and ordered, "Get to it!" His underlings received the order and began excavating the grave. It soon became clear that the grave was different from every other. The shape of the coffin was hexagonal—it did not even seem like a human's coffin at all. Hell, for a gravestone looking so worn out, the coffin looked new and fresh.

He confessed he was uttering some lame jokes which nearly had got us heartaches. "Ohhhh...bedtime jokes." Debra and I both spoke at once, sighing in relief and pretended to laugh over his stupid jokes. Still, I had doubts about him. His jokes were way too real for me to not find it strange. In a moment, those two men brought a large coffin made with plain wood yet were shiny and new. As they laid down the coffin and opened the lid of the coffin, the man in a black robe, signaled to put Paul's body inside the coffin.