You’re Blocking My Coffin Board

Inside the luxurious coffin, Jiang Jiang’s hand restlessly reached out and lightly encircled Liang Liang.

“Liang Liang, do you still like me?”

Liang Liang was taken aback and looked at Jiang Jiang. When a drowned ghost is sad, water seeps out. When they are happy, water seeps out too. When they are nervous, even more water seeps out.

Liang Liang also noticed Jiang Jiang’s nervousness because the entire coffin was almost flooded.

He struggled to speak but his mouth was filled with water, “I like… gululu… like you… gulu gulu.”

(19)

Now, there was no reason not to take the 100,000-yuan gift package from the underworld.

Along with the two billion in private savings, Liang Liang soared and became the richest ghost in all the tombs of Qinglong Mountain.

However, there is one thing that needs to be explained. The young Taoist priest is not naturally wealthy. There is severe inflation in the underworld, where one billion is equivalent to 100,000 yuan.

There is another downside. Inside the luxurious coffin, Jiang Jiang started sticking to him day and night, and now that they have gone both ways, Jiang Jiang occasionally gives him a kiss.

A wet and cold kiss from a drowned ghost feels very strange. Liang Liang feels like his entire head is frozen, feeling dizzy. He allows the ghost to part his lips and passionately seize and possess him, resulting in a deep, penetrating kiss that seems to go through his skull.

“It’s winter now,” Jiang Jiang said solemnly. “When summer comes, my kiss will be refreshing for you.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then kiss me in the summer.”

(20)

“Maybe we can try something different,” Jiang Jiang said later.

Innocent and died young, Liang Liang didn’t know what “different” meant until one deep and quiet day, Jiang Jiang came in, cold and wet.

Liang Liang shivered, unsure if it was pleasurable or chilly. It was a strange sensation, and he allowed Jiang Jiang to do more. After all, even ghosts have needs.

So Jiang Jiang came many times, and the visits became more frequent.

“Slow down…” came a sticky and indescribable sound from inside the coffin.

Liang Liang raised his head, gasping for air, forgetting that ghosts don’t need to breathe. The coffin kept seeping water, causing the curious little kid outside to widen his eyes as he knocked on the coffin.

“Hey, guys, Liang Liang’s coffin is moving!”

The group of ghosts rushed over, covering the little kid’s eyes and carrying him away.

Inside the coffin, the two ghosts merged and overlapped, and as long as they weren’t tired, they could continue indefinitely.

After one night, Liang Liang felt that he had probably evolved from a starving ghost to a lecherous ghost.

“This feeling isn’t bad,” he said, sitting on top of Jiang Jiang.