[No, what's going on? The coffin lid just slid on the snow by itself? ?]

The feeling of weightlessness became more and more obvious, and he could clearly feel that he was falling diagonally downward.

——Bang!

It seemed that the coffin hit something outside.

A huge force passed through the inner wall of the coffin and reached Lance, causing him to hit his head against the coffin lid.

Before he could react, he felt like he was doing a 360-degree spin in the air like a diver, spinning along with him.

Sometimes the head of the coffin touched the ground, and sometimes the tail of the coffin touched the ground.

It felt like being stuffed into a washing machine with the rpm set to at least 800.

Dizziness, severe pain and lack of oxygen, these negative feelings surged up together, making Lance miserable. His brain went blank from the constant bumps and spins.

who am I?

Where am i?

what am i doing?

——Boom!

After a long period of weightlessness and accompanied by a loud bang, this coffin-carrying ballet finally came to an end.

The coffin lid seemed to be inserted into a pile of rocks or something similar, almost standing upright.

Due to the previous bumps and the influence of gravity at this moment, the coffin lid slid down the guide rail with a snap.

Fresh air suddenly rushed into the coffin, and the cold feeling rushed directly into his nostrils.

[Is this the feeling of happiness?] Lance took a deep breath, feeling as if he had never experienced anything so wonderful in his life.

Tears, pulled out.

It's a pity that he is seeing stars at the moment. The long rotation has seriously affected his five senses.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and the next moment he fell straight down with a thud.

Before falling to the ground, Lance seemed to see a silver-white figure, as slender and beautiful as a fairy made of ice and snow.

Then the beautiful and moving voice like a nightingale sounded.

"What the hell? Surfing with a sliding coffin lid, are all the nobles doing this fancy stuff these days?"