"What the heck is this!"
President Zhi Yuan said helplessly, "Who delivers a coffin to someone who's dead? It's just a coincidence!"
"So, what does President Zhi Yuan think about this mysterious coffin?"
"He must have triggered some mechanism, which is why the coffin flew over. This coffin must be the biggest secret of this round pit, no, I mean square pit!"
Zhi Yuan confidently analyzed, feeling quite proud of himself. After all, he was the first to figure it out, his intelligence towering over hundreds of others. It felt pretty good!
"So you're saying we turned misfortune into fortune? Our brother traded his life for a coffin, what a deal!"
"Screw you, I'm not dead yet! Cursing me right to my face, what are you thinking?!"
The supposedly dead mage got up from the ground and said irritably, "I just wanted to scare you guys, but I ended up being scared by this coffin. What rotten luck!"
"You're okay?"
