Huang Hui's face was stubborn and staring at the night ahead, her eyes full of madness.
"Anonymous, go to death, if you die, we will all be free!"
Rong Chuan and John, who were holding the rope tightly in front of the cat, were already under tremendous pressure. They were almost facing the ground with brute force.
Out of humanitarianism, the two of them almost took on a huge part of the weight of the coffin during the time they were uphill, but when they were struggling to move forward, the situation behind them appeared.
The original short-term balance was completely broken because of Huang Hui's actions!
The entire coffin was added with a wooden frame, and it went backwards frantically, and began to fall backwards desperately.
Rong Chuan and John, who knew nothing about them, had no time to react. They only felt that the weight behind them increased crazily, and a burst of irresistible force slammed them back.
Rong Chuan's eyes were full of horror, something happened!
But when he wanted to pull the rope again and try to drag the coffin back, it was too late, and the coffin and the entire wooden frame completely slipped backwards.
And under Huang Hui's deliberate intention, he actually smashed in the direction of the nameless!
Wuming's right leg, which was almost unconscious, slid and fell to his knees. The nameless pupil shrank, feeling the rope on his hand suddenly loosen, and immediately an unimaginable pressure surged toward his shoulders!
A huge black coffin slammed directly at his front face!
Wuming half-kneeled in the mud with no effort at all. Seeing the coffin smashed against him, he couldn't help but panic.
Because he can't hide at all!
Once he escapes, the coffin will inevitably fall to the ground, and this responsibility will be entirely on him.
That weird rule would be completely violated by him. He lost his calf just by turning his head back. If he violates one more, I am afraid he will really die!
There was madness in the nameless eyes, and he didn't hide much, so he directly blocked the entire upper body in the coffin.
With the wooden frame, it weighed almost two hundred catties, and with the inertia of the downhill, it hit the nameless chest fiercely!
Wuming gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and put his hands across his chest, preparing to use his body as the final barrier!
boom!
With a muffled sound, the coffin slammed into Wuming's upper body, and Wuming's arms across his chest suddenly became numb, and then a sharp pain came like a tide, click!
He could feel that his wrist had broken!
My chest was stuffy, Wuming's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which happened to be sprayed on the coffin board.
But things are not over yet!
Because Wuming's body couldn't stop the decline of the coffin at all. After the coffin was smashed on Wuming, Wuming still did not forget what he had to do under the severe pain.
Enduring the pain in his wrists, he hugged both sides of the coffin tightly with both hands, and at the same time used his half-kneeling leg to frame the bottom of the coffin, trying to prevent the coffin from falling to the ground with his body.
But with his body, how can he block the weight of the coffin
He was holding the coffin, and with Juli, his whole body began to slide crazily in the smooth downhill soil.
In this way, he slid almost half a meter away, and the nameless body crashed into a tree trunk, and finally stopped.
His body had been wounded, but when Rong Chuan and others arrived, he saw the nameless eyeballs congested and the corners of his mouth had been completely bitten, but his hands and legs still supported the coffin tightly.
And the bottom of the coffin was not even muddy, even as smooth as ever, but on the side that was near the nameless, a mouthful of viscous blood was still flowing down the coffin board!
Tragic!
Wuming finally stopped the entire coffin with his own power at the cost of broken hands and internal injuries!
Rong Chuan and the others rushed over at this time, and they were shocked when they saw the appearance of the nameless.
How much strength and determination is this in the end, even after the hand has been severed, it will still hold the coffin firmly!
They rushed up immediately, lifted the wooden frame again, and put the rope around their shoulders, Huang Hui's eyes showed fear.
He didn't dare to look at Wuming's bloodshot eyes, and followed Rong Chuan to grab the rope.
Shouting one and two, he lifted the coffin to his shoulders again.
Wu Ming regained some strength at this moment, and finally had the time to breathe.
But after a deep breath, his chest became stuffy again, and a mouthful of blood coughed up again.
Wuming looked at the palm of his right hand that had been completely drooped, and felt the burning pain in his chest. He knew that his chest must have suffered internal injuries.
But this is not the most important thing, it only takes less than two hours.
Wuming almost became a useless person, his right hand and right leg almost all lost the ability to move!
This will become a huge hidden danger in the following tasks, and the force he originally relied on could not be brought into play.
Rong Chuan, John, and Huang Hui once again carried the coffin on their shoulders, but the wooden frame had broken a corner, which caused the coffin to sway back and forth in the middle. After one person was missing, the force was distributed to the three of them even more heavily.
Each of them held a tree, forcibly searching for balance.
Wuming supported the tree trunk at this time and began to stand up again a little bit, but he seemed to fall apart. If it weren't for the perseverance beyond ordinary people, he would have fainted at this moment.
He dragged his completely unconscious right leg to support the tree little by little, and walked forward, picking up the golden knife that had just been hit by the mud.
At this time, Uncle Chen finally came to the front.
Looking at the performers, his face was extremely ugly. Through the pale moonlight, he could see that his cheeks were slightly blue.
Paired with a black robe, like a Yasha in hell, it was extremely frightening.
He went straight to the executor's side, looked at the coffin, then wiped off the blood on the coffin board with his sleeve, and turned to look at Huang Hui, who was trembling.
Then he looked at Wuming, who was holding the golden knife upside down, and sneered slightly.
That smile seemed to reveal a different meaning.
Anonymously glanced at him, and then looked at Huang Hui's direction coldly, without saying a word, just looking at her like this.
Huang Hui saw this, as if remembering the tragic experience at the entrance of the newspaper. She shuddered, lowered her head quickly, and said in a vague way: "I...I didn't hold on for a while, I really It’s not intentional."
The atmosphere of the few people at the scene was extremely cold, especially after Huang Hui's so-called "explanation", it became more and more dull.
Without saying a word, Uncle Chen sneered purposefully, which seemed extremely strange.
Rong Chuan faced forward. Even if he didn’t look at it, he could still imagine the nameless expression and Huang Hui’s panic. He licked his chapped lips and whispered, “Huang Hui must not be intentional. I can assure you of this. , She is not that kind of person."
John listened to all this, Rong Chuan and Huang Hui knew each other, but he didn't have any friendship, regardless of whether Huang Hui deliberately did what happened before, but if it weren't for the nameless desperate maintenance, it would be hard to say what happened now.
He snorted coldly, "Your student, almost killed us all!"
Rong Chuan lowered his head, carrying the rope silently, and said no more.
Uncle Chen came to Wuming's side, picked up the rope from the ground and turned it upside down, and then unexpectedly carried it on his shoulders!
Wuming frowned and looked at him, not understanding what he meant by this action.
Uncle Chen smiled gloomily: "It's pretty good that you can hold on to this step. I'll do it for you on the next road."
Then he took out a large amount of yellow paper from his arms and delivered it to the unknown hand.
"Every three steps, throw out three paper money, and at the same time talk about it, borrow it, it's fine."
Anonymous subconsciously took the paper money and looked at the appearance of Uncle Chen.
At this time, Uncle Chen had already begun to lift the rope, and the three of them started on the road with Rong Chuan.
Wuming's chest became stuffy, and he coughed violently.
What does Uncle Chen mean
Then he turned his gaze to Huang Hui, who was now climbing to the grave with a difficult step.
The previous incident seems to be a mistake, but it can be seen from the coffin that only smashed the nameless. If Huang Hui didn't do some tricks on the side, how could he only smashed the nameless instead of Huang Hui
The nameless eyes gradually became cold, and Uncle Chen had clearly discovered this too.
But not only did he not break it, but instead replaced the nameless position... This point is worth pondering.
Not long ago, Uncle Chen was still thinking about entrapping Wuming. He deliberately informed Wuming after he violated the rules. This made Wuming lose control of his right leg.
But just after the ritual of carrying the coffin into the mountain was about to reach a deadlock, he unexpectedly stepped forward again. These seem to be contradictory...
Anonymous recalled Chen Shugong's every move since he appeared on the scene. In addition to involving the executors in carrying the coffin, he seemed to have been the host of this funeral and had a very high prestige in the village.
And the three rules he said for lifting the coffin, obviously looking back is the simplest one, and it can be seen that it is the one with the least consequence.
Now that I think about it, it is not so much that he is scamming Wuming, it is better to give Wuming a warning!
From the beginning of preventing crow dung from falling on the coffin, and now helping to lift the coffin, Wuming dare not conclude that Uncle Chen is a good person, but it can be seen that he attaches great importance to funerals and cannot tolerate the slightest error.
The nameless eyes narrowed slightly, and then he set his gaze on his calf.
He didn't have time to check before, and now he wants to see what is the reason for his calf to lose control!
The nameless hand held a golden knife, and then hung the tip of the knife around the trouser legs and lifted it up slowly.
By the faint moonlight, Wuming's right calf was completely exposed to the air, and at this glance, Wuming's hand shook, and the golden knife almost fell to the ground!
His eyes widened, his face was filled with disbelief, and then his back began to chill!
On his calf, from under his knee, there is no flesh and blood at all. It should have been the place where the legs are hairy. At this time, all of them are densely curved straws!
The nameless calf was completely replaced by a lot of straw, completely out of control! (End of this chapter)