Evening, back at home.
Zhang Feng finished freshening up, lay on the bed, and looked towards the upcoming adventure.
But in the next second.
Zhang Feng felt that in the adventure world, he was still lying down, and the space was very narrow.
His hands and feet seemed to be tied with something.
Opening his eyes, everything was dark around him.
Only the damp smell of soil and the methanol scent of wooden planks wafted to his nose, bringing with them the oxygen necessary to sustain life.
'I've been buried? Is this a coffin?'
Seeing such a strange situation, Zhang Feng first assessed the environmental conditions.
Based on human body functions, along with the experience of being a criminal police officer.
Firstly, he had a good mindset, could permanently maintain a calm state, and would not panic, thus over-consuming the currently unknown oxygen level.
After that, this coffin shouldn't be sealed with metal welding.
Judging from the condition of wooden coffins.
