The nameless situation is getting worse!
He only felt that the outer side of his right calf was painful and itchy, like a leech lying on his calf, sucking blood from the leg frantically!
At the beginning, it was only a little itchy, but it turned into severe pain, like a needle pierced with a sword, and it was unnamed and already a little unbearable.
Wuming carried the coffin, his calf was already out of his control, limping, and the abnormality on his side caused the coffin to start to be unstable.
It swayed around in the center of the wooden frame, making the muffled sound of the dead body and the coffin.
This change shocked other people, especially Huang Hui. She was nervous and screamed when she was caught in this situation.
Rong Chuan felt the violent shaking of the wooden frame in the front, and he shook his heart. He wanted to turn his head to see what went wrong, but he immediately remembered Uncle Chen's warning, and immediately looked ahead.
At this glance, Wuming's face was pale and pale, and he was already a little unsteady. At this time, he just gritted his teeth.
John in front of the nameless, because of the nameless powerlessness behind him, at this time he was under greater pressure. While supporting the stability of the coffin, he asked without looking back: "What's wrong with you?"
Wuming never said a word, he couldn't believe it in his heart.
His ability to tolerate pain is professionally trained, and it is not comparable to ordinary people! Remember URL
Even the publication of the newspaper's mission would not make him frown. Why would it make him feel irresistible at this moment!
He lowered his head and looked at his calf. Under the trousers, the pain was relieved again, but a strong itching sensation came again, as if there was something in the flesh, trying to get out frantically!
insect? what exactly is it
Wuming wanted to put down the coffin and lifted his trouser legs to look at it, but when he raised his head, he faced Uncle Chen's deep eyes.
Uncle Chen seemed to have expected it a long time ago. At this time, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes, and Wuming completely believed it.
This Uncle Chen deliberately told the rules of carrying the coffin after he had already set off, just to wait for them to violate a certain rule!
This is the world of evil spirits, everything can come true!
Wuming secretly resented, still too careless. Was this action of lifting the coffin a trap
But if it's a trap, why do the newspaper's missions clearly stipulate that they should come to participate!
This village full of evil spirits, this weird Uncle Chen, what is their purpose!
Wuming endured the itch, and anxiety began to appear in his heart. This unknown feeling was the most tormenting. He wanted to see what happened to his legs, but he didn't dare at all. Once he bends down, the coffin must be Lost his balance and hit the ground!
The previous Uncle Chen’s rule of no turning back has already caused him to fall into this field. If he violates the rule again, will he die
When things have reached this point, Wuming has completely believed in the ghost rules of Taohua Village and dare not violate it again!
Wuming gritted his teeth and uttered a muffled voice, and replied to John's back: "It's okay, go ahead!"
But the abnormality of his legs had already caused him to limp and barely move forward. The weight now fell completely on John's body.
After lifting the coffin again, John only felt that the weight of his shoulders became heavy and he snorted, but he did not speak. He already knew that there should be something wrong with the nameless behind.
Now he obviously needs him to take on greater responsibilities, and his right shoulder is already a little fiercely painful, but he didn't speak by moving forward.
Compared with the exhaustion of the four people behind, Uncle Chen, who led the way in front, looked extremely relaxed, waving white flags, walking three steps to spread three paper money, and muttering words in his mouth.
What to spend money to buy roads and so on.
The moon was shining brightly. At this time, a few of them had already arrived at the foot of the mountain. Uncle Chen pointed to the front without looking back: "That is the grave mountain, but we need to carry it to the back for burial, and we will arrive in an hour."
When John heard this, he almost fainted with black eyes and yelled: "One more hour? Still going up the mountain, do you really think of us as coolies?"
Rong Chuan also had a terrible expression. He didn't agree with this action, but because of the strange identities of Chen Shugong and others, he reluctantly agreed.
However, through contact during this period of time, he discovered that, apart from the abnormal physical characteristics, he did not see any inhuman behavior. He even wondered whether the people in this village had a strange disease. .
After all, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to believe that all the people in the village were evil spirits.
Chen Shugong turned around and said with a smile: "If you don't want to, now you can put down the coffin and leave."
John looked at the appearance of Uncle Chen and was not angry. He hasn't been told by anyone until now that the abnormality of the people in Taohua Village has caused him not to be afraid of others.
He squinted his eyes and said, "Let it down and then let it down, I don't even know what tricks you are playing."
But just as he touched the rope on his shoulders, an unnamed voice echoed behind him: "We must listen to him. It is us who carried the coffin, not him. Therefore, we can only be punished for violation of the rules. we!"
Hearing the nameless identity, John was about to turn around, but he was stopped by the nameless.
"We got on the thief ship. Since lifting the coffin, we have no retreat. I looked back before, and there has been an abnormality. My right calf has lost half of the control power!"
After this period of rushing, the sharp pain and itching on Wuming's leg have stopped, but this is not a good thing, because he badly discovered that the lower part of his right leg can only be paddled, almost unable to move. Moving, can only be slightly controlled!
This shows that his right calf will soon not belong to him!
After listening, John took a breath, and said in disbelief: "You... are you lame?"
Rong Chuan was about to turn his head subconsciously, but then forcibly controlled it. He swallowed, and he didn't even dare to say anything.
And Huang Hui is even more so. As Wuming can't use her strength, the pressure on her to lift the coffin is heavier. Fortunately, John and Rong Chuan were in front of them and took most of the pressure.
But this is the case, she also feels that she is sore and weak, and she can't use half of her strength, and she can stand now entirely with a breath.
Until she heard the nameless words, she almost immediately became sober. It turned out that what Uncle Chen said was true!
Then she couldn't fall down at all, she had to grit her teeth and persevere anyway!
The nameless words sounded again: "I am not lame now, but it shouldn't last long. We can't wait an hour. We must bury the coffin as soon as possible, otherwise we will be punished extremely cruelly if the coffin falls to the ground!"
John gritted his teeth and looked at Uncle Chen angrily, unspeakable resentment, but Uncle Chen still looked at the executors with a smile, "Will you continue? Then go quickly."
Wuming took a deep breath: "Let's go."
The four of them carried the coffin and began to march towards the grave mountain.
The surrounding environment, since they set foot on the grave mountain, began to become a little weird. The dense woods had blocked most of the moonlight, and only a few dim moonlight still shone in from the gap.
The mountain road became extremely difficult to walk, especially yesterday's rain, which made the dirt road very smooth, especially when it was an uphill road at this time, the nameless behind and Huang Hui began to walk the most difficult.
The two of them, one was small and thin, the other had a lame leg, they didn't need much strength at all.
After several times of slipping on the soles of the feet, John and Rong Chuan finally changed their positions. They began to wrap their hands with ropes, go around their shoulders, and switch from being too heavy to carrying them.
Wuming now wrapped the rope around his arm with one hand, while the other hand had already taken out the golden knife. While climbing upwards, he inserted the golden knife into the trunk of the tree. With the strength of his arm, he moved forward step by step.
He was sweating profusely and breathing was fairly steady, but his breathing was very heavy, and it seemed that the problems in his legs had completely affected his actions.
Huang Hui was even more unbearable. Her face was sweaty and muddy. She had already slipped and fell on the soles of her feet before. If Rong Chuan hadn't tried to prop up the coffin and forcibly propped up the weight on her side, I'm afraid they are now Has long been severely punished.
She was already a little unable to breathe. After a long time of heavy physical work, her body had long been the end of the force. She can still stand now because of the fear of breaking the rules.
After all, the nameless side is already a lesson from the past. He lost his calf just by turning his head back. If the coffin is really smashed to the ground, then who knows what will happen!
However, when she occasionally peeked at Wuming, she also wondered to herself, if the Wuming couldn't hold on and the coffin fell on the ground, would she only punish him
Then, will she and others be able to end the next action
Because, in that case, even if you die, you will only die of an unknown person, but in this situation, everyone has reached the limit, and they may lose their balance at any time and the coffin will fall to the ground.
Instead of everyone dying together at that time, it's better to let the nameless cripple die for everyone, so that everyone can end this suffering
Huang Hui's original clear and simple eyes gradually became sinister and vicious.
Yes, if you can survive, then what does it matter if you kill one or two people
She had already thought about how to make Wuming fall.
As long as she loosens the hand holding the rope, Rong Chuan and John, who are immersed in the front, will have no time to react. As long as she hides in time, Wuming will surely smash on the body because the coffin loses balance.
At that time, this nameless will violate the rules by holding the coffin. Once he dies, this errand will be completely over!
There was madness in Huang Hui's eyes, she couldn't hold on anymore.
"If it weren't, you and Xu Lang insisted again and again, how could we get involved in this coffin lifting operation, now there is no retreat, no entry! Since you die, you can end everything, then why don't you die!"
Huang Hui began to tremble all over her body gradually, but she was holding the rope tightly in her hand, and slowly relaxed, and finally the rope made a whizzing sound and began to slide forward frantically from her shoulder...
The coffin loses its balance instantly!
PS; Xiao Hu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and lost his online job. After staying at home for half a month, he found a nine-to-six job.
But correspondingly, I can only do one change every day in the near future.
I live very far in Beijing, and I have to spend 4 hours on the road to and from get off work every day. I get off work at 6 o'clock, and it takes me more than 8 o'clock to get home.
Today I went to work for a whole day, and I was still unable to get in on the subway. I wrote a little bit. After I got home, I finally finished a chapter before 9 o'clock.
In the short term, I can only maintain one to three thousand words a day. I hope you don’t mind. You can also try to raise it. People have to eat after all. I’m sorry everyone.
Thank you! (End of this chapter)