He looked back at the door that was closing. At this moment, the backpack had toppled over, creating some resistance that made the door close on its own not so easily.
Still, the door continued to close at a visibly quick pace.
"Fuck, is this making it hard for me? Should I Rewind?" Yan Junze hesitated.
Just then, he abruptly looked down and saw the small, dead grey arm extending slowly from the crevice of the cracking coffin lid, feeling around the edge of the coffin.
This time, the arm was very close to him, just short of touching Yan Junze's left hand that was pressing down on the coffin lid.
Moreover, Yan Junze noticed that the small arm was still lengthening, which forced him to change the direction of his strength, preventing the lid from opening. He shifted his hand slightly and pushed back against the edge of the lid with all his might.
