CHAPTER 238: CHAPTER 113 NEW WORLD [SPECIAL RESURRECTION] AND [STRANGE REVENGE TYPE]_2

Relatively speaking, the martial arts chosen by the third option are directly ’redeemed and monetized’ from the adventure world.

As long as you can get out, find a criminal gang, and kill them in one go, the rewards are yours.

Then redeem a handful.

Getting a cultivation technique in this world also serves as laying the groundwork for combat power in all future worlds.

Choose option 3.

As soon as the choice was made, a handmade saw fell onto Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng didn’t pick it up. Instead, he began visualizing, opening the meridians on either side of his legs and shoulders.

About ten minutes later, twenty-eight meridians were opened.

In the next second, Zhang Feng, who was tied up, exerted force with his legs and shoulders, easily turning sideways in the cramped coffin, pushing the saw aside with his chest.

With another twist of his body, his hands bound behind him precisely grabbed the saw’s handle.

Just like that, his body remained sideways.

He slightly adjusted his fingers to align the saw’s sharp teeth with his wrist.

Next, he simultaneously opened the meridians in his hands and sawed away.

After about a minute, eight more meridians were opened, and the hemp rope was cut.

He then lay back, slightly sat up, and bent his legs over slightly.

Reaching out with both hands, he sawed through the rope on his legs, quickly gaining freedom for all his limbs.

Tap tap—

At this moment, tapping the not-so-thick wooden board above with his fingers, Zhang Feng knew from the slightly hollow sound that the soil above was not compacted, though it might be a bit damp.

If he saws through, some might flow in, but not much.

Now the hope is that it’s not too deep; otherwise, the soil pressure might cause the opening to deform and expand, leading to a significant influx of soil.

This involves principles of engineering mechanics and geological assessment of various soil porosity and pressure.

Zhang Feng completely doesn’t understand or hasn’t studied this.

But Zhang Feng has wilderness survival experience, police experience, and a little apocalyptic construction experience.

So Zhang Feng also has his own method to open the coffin.

Afterward, Zhang Feng didn’t rush to work but rather made a final summary.

’Now, what I need to do is first open a small opening to balance the air pressure.

Then control the opening, trying to let the soil above form a ’soil arch,’ interlocking so it can’t flow in.

In this way, even if I can’t get out immediately, at least the oxygen is effectively replenished.’

Thinking it over, Zhang Feng began assessing where to start.

He pondered for a while.

It’s better to saw from above the right side of the chest, where there is a triangle and seems stable.

Even if it collapses, as long as it’s not buried deep, it won’t collapse much.

At worst, I can use an arm to brace it.

Rustle—

After assessing, Zhang Feng directly began to work.

Sawing the wood with one hand.

The other hand also didn’t remain idle; it began searching his body.

After searching around, he found just autumn clothes on him, everything else had been taken.

These things included identity and mobile phone, etc.

It seems like his information has been known.

Luckily, there weren’t any photos on the phone, which is a silver lining in a bad situation.

And as a small opening was made, cutting around one centimeter in diameter.

The smell of damp soil seeped through the gap, but it also replenished the oxygen here.

At the same time, a small amount of soil started to spill in with a ’rustle.’

Zhang Feng guided the soil upward with his arm, letting it flow to one side.

After a few seconds, Zhang Feng felt with his arm that the soil flow wasn’t much and touched that the opening hadn’t deformed, realizing the coffin wasn’t buried deep.

That’s also a good thing.

Then, he further expanded the opening.

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One hour later.

It’s late at night.

In the countryside, in a grove of yellowing trees in the late autumn.

Rustle—

Like a zombie resurrection in a zombie movie, in the night soil, suddenly a hand stretched out.

Along with the surrounding soil shifting.

Zhang Feng emerged halfway from the soil.

He patted the dirt off his hair and shook his clothes.

The inside was damp soil, an uncomfortable feeling.

Breathing in fresh air, however, felt exceptionally pleasant.

After resting for a few seconds.

Zhang Feng emerged from the soil, stretching his cramped body.

Surveying his surroundings, it confirmed he was in a forest with no signs of human presence.

Squeak squeak—

Treading on decayed yellow leaves, he circled around, unable to find anything useful.

Initially, Zhang Feng thought they might have thrown his belongings nearby after burying him.

It seems it truly started with just a saw and a set of clothes.

’Now I should go to the police station to report, replace my ID card, then get a new bank card.

That way, I’ll have money for food.’

Thinking over it, Zhang Feng considered reporting to the police, but it seemed too much trouble.

If asked what happened, it would require a long explanation.

Instead, he dismissed the idea, thinking it better to open all the meridians.

Then find some criminal individuals and borrow some money from them.

With that, Zhang Feng casually chose a direction and walked.

...

Another hour passed.

Zhang Feng wandered through the forest, while simultaneously opening meridians and observing his surroundings, he saw ahead outside the forest, a road.

Arriving at the roadside.

Zhang Feng found the road somewhat familiar.

From memory, he often ran between the city and elsewhere, having traversed this road multiple times.

He remembered it because to the right of the highway was a small mountain with a barely visible pavilion on it.

’Then forty miles west is the city where I work.’

Zhang Feng quickly distinguished north, south, east, and west, heading directly toward the city.

Swoosh swoosh—

A small car drove by on the road.

The driver slowed down, surprised, taking a glance at Zhang Feng, who was dirty and hat-wearing by the roadside.

Zhang Feng, with excellent vision, saw through the driver’s open window and slowed speed that the electronic clock inside showed ’3:22.’