"Order" The south gate said unharmed, and suddenly turned into a whirlwind, wrapped in an electric tricycle, and sped west.
The five-element flag is like a butterfly, flying with the whirlwind, not leaving the left and right.
Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan grabbed the railing of the car with one hand, and grabbed each other's hands with the other, trying to keep their bodies balanced.
Ding Ermiao sat in front of the car, holding the handlebar to control the direction.
The tricycle was like an arrow from a string, and the ground was dusty.
There were several motorcycles on the road, which were overtaken by a tricycle.
The motorcyclists were stunned, and they all wondered how this Nima electric three-wheeled could run faster than an airplane In less than three minutes, the electric tricycle drove into Banpo Village amid Ji Xiaoxiao's screams.
The south gate slowed down unharmed, and the electric car moved slowly.
In the middle of the village, there was a family that mourned and cried, needless to say, the one that had died of a pregnant woman.
Ding Ermiao made a move, collected the South Gate Harmless and the Five Elements Flag, took Ji Xiaoxiao Gu Qinglan, and walked over with the electric three wheels.
But before I got to the door, I found that an acquaintance was also here.
It's Wan Junming, the kid I don't know what this kid has to do with this family, but I see that he has a white towel around his neck and a white cloth belt around his waist.
The two ends of the filial piety belt hung down, fluttering in the wind, and there was a bit of the smell of Ximen blowing snow.
Judging from the two belts, one long and one short, he should be the younger generation of the deceased.
However, Wan Junming's appearance was a little miserable, and half of his face was covered with blue potion on his motorcycle in the morning. was originally a young man with peugeot facial features, but now he has become a blue-faced beast Yang Zhi.
At this time, Wan Junming was standing outside the door, looking at the door in a daze.
And inside the door was very noisy, crying and screaming, chaotic.
"Hey, why are you here" Ding Ermiao walked behind Wan Junming, who was in a daze, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
Wan Junming was so frightened that he couldn't help frowning when he turned around and saw Ding Ermiao, and his half-clean face was full of disgust.
"Who are you who the deceased" Ding Ermiao asked Wan Junming while looking into the room.
Inside the house, the deceased was already in the coffin.
The big red coffin is stretched on two benches, and eight strong men who carry heavy weights, each holding a flat pole, stand at both ends of the coffin.
The well rope, which was thicker than a thumb, had also passed through the Shouhuan and wrapped around the coffin.
It seems that the funeral is imminent.
But the eight big men who lifted the weight were all terrified.
"She's my cousin" Wan Junming finally accosted Ding Ermiao, and then said hesitantly: "I don't know what's going on, this coffin, eight people can't lift it." ” Ding Ermiao nodded, squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that there was a cloud of black gas hovering on the coffin, and in the black gas, there was a little scarlet.
It seems that Gu Zixuan is right, the child in the belly of a pregnant woman is still alive.
That little bit of scarlet is the reaction of the fetus's anger.
"Hey, good brothers, work hard," shouted an old man in a felt hat, holding a compass in his hand, about Mr.
Geographic, at the eight big men carrying the coffin: "The hour is coming, and it's not good if you don't go to the ground again.
Let's try again, we will definitely be able to lift it."
The eight big men all agreed, put their shoulders on their shoulders, and exerted force at the same time.
But even though the eight big men were suffocating their faces and flushed, they still didn't lift the coffin Ding Ermiao stood outside the door and watched coldly, and he was also secretly frightened.
This pregnant woman is a newly deceased person, and her soul is still in a state of chaos, but she is dedicated to protecting her son, and she weighs more than 10,000 catties with a little residual thought "No, no, no, I can't lift it at all" A coffin carrying man about sixty years old put down his flat burden, looked at Mr.
Geography hesitantly, and asked: "What is the main family guarding against in the longevity, why is it so heavy?"
A man in his thirties, who seemed to be the main family, said with red eyes: "I didn't put anything, just two clothes and a futon before her death."
"The coffin is less than one hundred and fifty catties, plus the weight of your wife, it won't exceed three hundred catties in total, but eight people can't lift it, what's going on" The older man who carried the coffin knew that it was strange, and his forehead had begun to sweat.
Mr.
Geography is even more anxious, something strange happened at the funeral scene, this is all his responsibility, he has to deal with it.
But the guy in front of him, obviously with limited knowledge and no understanding of what was going on, held a compass in his hand, and walked around the coffin, at a loss.
Ding Ermiao didn't dare to delay any longer, so he casually pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, stretched out his hand and pressed Mr.
Geo's shoulder, and said, "This is the coffin of the mother's soul protector, let alone eight people, sixteen people can't carry this coffin."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at the stranger.
"Who are you" After a while, Mr.
Geography reacted, looked at Ding Ermiao and asked, "What did you just say suppress the coffin?"
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"I'm a disciple of Maoshan of the Shangqing Sect, and I found something strange when I passed by here, so I came to take a look."
Ding Ermiao pointed to the coffin and said: "The pregnant woman in the coffin died, but the baby in her womb was still alive.
Open the coffin immediately and take out the child, otherwise both mother and child will die, and it will be extremely dangerous."
This sentence was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking the whole room silently.
It took a long time for the whispers around to sound again.
"The child in Xiao Ju's belly is still alive" is probably the nickname of the deceased, called Xiao Ju, and an old lady said: "How is this possible." ” "That's right, the doctor also looked at it and said the child was gone" "Absolutely impossible, Xiao Ju has been breathing for two days, even if the child was alive at the beginning, he is suffocated now." “” Ding Ermiao glanced around and said coldly: "If you don't believe it, this coffin won't be able to go out."
Even if they are barely carried out, they will not wait for the cemetery, and these people who carry the coffins will be crushed one by one to vomit blood."
There was another silence, and the eight big men carrying the coffin, all of them frightened, involuntarily took two steps back, away from the coffin.
The middle-aged man of the main family and Mr.
Geography glanced at each other, and they also looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Finally, several old people in the village called the master and Mr.
Geography aside and discussed in a low voice for a few minutes.
Then, Mr.
Geography came over and said to Ding Ermiao: "According to what Mr. said, what should I do now?"
"Open the coffin, save the child first, what else can I do" Ding Ermiao glared.
The master gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay, open the coffin and take a look." said that it was open the coffin, but no one dared to do it.
Ding Ermiao took a look at it, and the coffin had been nailed to death, so he shouted at the master's house: "Bring an axe and a hammer" Taking the axe, Ding Ermiao took it upon himself to pierce the blade of the axe into the joint of the coffin, then picked up the hammer and smashed it at the axe, and after a few clicks, the coffin lid was lifted up an inch high.
Under the greeting of Mr.
Geographic, everyone worked together, pried and lifted, hula, and opened the coffin lid. 160420oshow7: