After kowtow to the first main tomb, there was no abnormality in the next four main tombs, and all paper money was stable on the grave soil as if there was a spirit in the heart.
And until the penultimate main tomb, the change suddenly occurred!
Wuming continued to kneel down in front of the dark blue tombstone as he did before. The grave owner seemed to have not been buried for a long time, and the inscription was relatively new.
At a glance, you can see the personal information on the tombstone, "The late Chen Huanji", this name makes Wuming feel a little bit, because some of the main tombs I passed by before can be identified and some can't be identified, but they all have their last names. Chen, but the name is very strange.
Wuming lowered his head and pondered. Although these two words are not uncommon, they sound strange.
He did not turn around and asked Uncle Chen this question, but temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and began to repeat the process of kowtow and spreading paper money.
There was no problem in the first two links until the paper money was thrown out and Wuming took out three paper money from his arms. At this time, he could really feel that the pile of paper money in his arms had become extremely thin.
He glanced down a little, and as expected, counting the three in his arms, there were only six paper money left, which just met the number of the last two graves.
It seems that Uncle Chen has already properly calculated these calculations.
Unnamed twisting the paper money, throwing it to the sky with a big hand, he said at the same time: "Senior, don't blame it, a little paper money to buy the road..."
After doing this action, Wuming was about to get up, but the three paper money twisted twice from the air, and they fell straight down to Wuming's feet.
Abnormal prominence!
Wuming suddenly widened his eyes and raised his head to look at the old grave in front of him. The sound of the wind that was not too loud, suddenly whizzed past his ears, and even his face was aching.
It stands to reason that after the paper money should be thrown into the air by him, it should be caught by the wind and fall on the grave bag. This is the correct process!
But in this scene now, it is obvious that the grave master is not willing to let them pass!
The wind swept the loess and began to whistle, and Wuming's eyes were a bit unable to open. Rong Chuan and the others behind seemed to know that things had become bad, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
In the originally quiet graveyard, there was a crazy wind at this time, but Rong Chuan listened carefully with his ears erected, and even heard the faint cry of crying in the wind...
Rong Chuan shuddered, but because of lifting the coffin at this time, he couldn't move!
And Wuming at the front, slightly blocked his eyes with his hand, but saw the three paper money on the ground began to fly from the ground with the gust of wind. He fixed his eyes and saw that the three paper money was wrong!
In the lower right corner of the three pieces of paper money, there were small pieces of fragmentation and missing, as if a corner was crushed!
Wuming hurriedly took out the last three remaining paper money from his arms, as expected, these three are the same!
Wuming understood at once that he must have been hit by the coffin on his chest when he was going uphill. At that time, some of the paper money in his arms was damaged!
He never noticed this. Perhaps the previous grave owners didn't care, but the current "Chen Huanji" would never allow it!
Just when he was about to look back and ask Xiang Chen's uncle what to do now, suddenly he knelt on the ground, his left leg seemed to be caught by something extremely cold!
There was a sharp spirit in Wuming's heart. That thing touched his skin, as if being thrown into an ice cave, and instantly a chill went directly into the bone marrow.
He hurriedly lowered his head to see that it turned out to be a hand!
From the graves on the ground, he stretched out his hands!
It was pale, there was no blood in the whole body, and purple blood vessels appeared on the back of the hand, which looked extremely strange. The hand drilled out of the grave and grabbed the nameless calf.
When Wuming realized that it was bad, he wanted to struggle, but his hands seemed to have power that humans could hardly reach. No matter how Wuming struggled, he couldn't get rid of it at all.
Worst of all, Wuming felt that the hand dragged him underground, and the graves around him began to fall in layers.
Wow!
The loess is like quicksand, it begins to surround Wuming at the speed that the naked eye can see, and begins to collapse downward!
Wuming grabbed the walking stick and tried to cross it and stop him from falling, but it didn’t help. I don’t know if the power of that hand is too great, or the trunk is too fragile. At the same time, just cut off!
The nameless lower body was completely sunken in the grave, and he could feel that his lower body had not stepped on anything at all, as if he had been dragged from the ground into a bottomless abyss.
That hand also seemed to appear out of thin air, and the force was still dragging Wuming down strongly and desperately!
Rao Wuming was panicked when he encountered this situation. His head turned slightly to the back, and he screamed frantically, "Uncle Chen, you said there is a way to solve it!"
In such an emergency, he still did not forget that he had asked Uncle Chen himself how to solve it if something went wrong.
And Uncle Chen's answer at the time was that he would have his own way at that time!
Rong Chuan, John, and Huang Hui's faces were pale at this time, and the situation was unknown. It only took less than three seconds from the time he was thrown out to half of his body sinking into the grave.
They didn't react at all for a while, when they heard the nameless roar, they panicked one by one!
John felt anxious, the nameless must never die!
He wanted to unload the coffin and rush out, but the rules of carrying the coffin made him dare not rush to rescue Wuming, so he could only stare here.
Huang Hui didn't even dare to look at it, turning her head too far to ignore the nameless life and death.
Uncle Chen was in front and heard the nameless shout, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he carried the rope to maintain the stability of the coffin, as if thinking about something.
But at this moment, Rong Chuan, who has always been a little bored by the seniors, did an unexpected behavior for everyone!
Seeing him carrying the rope, the expression on his face changed and changed again, as if he was thinking about something and still unable to make up his mind, but after a moment he no longer hesitated.
Instead, he unloaded the rope, and the wooden frame began to fall from his side.
Boom!
Because the coffin lost the support of Rong Chuan's corner, it collapsed!
Uncle Chen and John in front, and Huang Hui next to him suddenly turned their heads and looked at Rong Chuan at the same time!
Rong Chuan had already made a decision in his heart, not caring about their gazes, gritted his teeth, and rushed to the nameless position.
And as he approached, the graveyard beside Wuming began to sink more quickly, and the graveyard had already submerged Wuming's waist!
Rong Chuan jumped forward and grabbed the right hand that Wuming had broken off.
A heart-wrenching pain rushed through all corners of the nameless body, but with the addition of Rong Chuan, he stubbornly held the nameless right hand, but temporarily delayed the time of the nameless fall!
But at the same time, the grave soil at Rongchuan's location also showed signs of sinking. The ground layer was cracked, and the finely divided loess slag began to sink underground.
The two balanced each other's strength, and began to wrestle with the pale hand underground!
However, John, Uncle Chen and Huang Hui behind were surprised. They did not expect Rong Chuan to violate the rules of carrying the coffin on the initiative, accept the punishment of the coffin landing, and try his best to rescue the nameless!
Wuming was stuck in the ground and couldn't turn his head, but from his corner of the eye, he could still see that Rong Chuan rushed over and saved himself!
"you... ... "
Rong Chuan gritted his teeth and barely squeezed out a few words: "Don't talk, you can't die!"
Yes, in Rong Chuan's view, this coffin lifting operation started to be inexplicable, but judging from Xu Lang's attitude and the deliberate arrangement of the newspaper, this errand definitely has a significant role in promoting the direction of the task!
But now, this action involved most of the executors, and among them was the veteran named Wuming. Once he died in the middle of the road, the consequences would be disastrous!
After all, they didn't bury the coffin, and when they went back, they had to go all the way again!
Without the namelessness, it is likely that the next action will be more difficult!
Isn't it just sick? There are still three days before death erupts. Although he is not as ideal as Huang Hui thought, he knows that he can't accept the consequences of losing the only senior person than the chronic death that he can master!
Lifting the coffin for a long time caused Rong Chuan to lose a lot of physical strength, and Wuming's serious injury did not take much effort at all. Although Rong Chuan's addition greatly reduced the speed of Wuming's fall, as time went on, Wuming had also been lost. The loess was buried in the chest.
Rong Chuan also sank in half of his body. Under this situation, within half a minute, they would be dragged into another unknown space, and they knew the end of the game!
Wuming shouted again: "Uncle Chen, once we die, this funeral has failed!"
Although Huang Hui doesn’t care about being nameless, she still trusts Rong Chuan. She looks at Uncle Chen hopefully, and John gets rid of the shackles of lifting the coffin and also regains his ability to move. He can’t control so much at this time, just straight. He ran behind Rong Chuan, grabbed his belt, and tried hard to resist.
"Hurry up and find a way!"
Uncle Chen turned his head and glanced at the coffin lying on the ground, sighed and said, "Cut your fingers and drip blood on the tombstone. When will the falling stop, the grave master will let us go."
Wuming had only one head left on the ground at this time, and the feeling of hanging in the air, coupled with the feeling of suffocation, was more serious, and he was completely speechless.
Rong Chuan was only left above his chest, and he couldn't move at all when he was on the ground!
John desperately blocked the whereabouts of the two of them there, so now only Huang Hui can complete this method.
John suddenly turned his head to Huang Hui's direction, "Go ahead!"
"Huh?" Huang Hui seemed very hesitant, but at last she looked at Rong Chuan who was struggling and painful, and finally came to the tombstone with a twist, and took out a small fruit knife from her arms.
After making gestures for a long time, she couldn't get her hands off. Finally, amidst John's roar, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, cutting her index finger.
But after waiting for a long time, she only felt a chill in her fingertips, but did not feel the flow of blood.
She opened her eyes abruptly, put her fingers in front of her, and took a look in the moonlight, and then suddenly collapsed on the ground!
And the cut on the finger that she had cut was turned outward at this time, but there was no blood flowing out. From the inside, the blood vessels inside were like sticky asphalt.
As if her blood had already condensed, it was not flowing at all, and it was impossible to seep from the wound due to gravity! (End of this chapter)