In the cries of Yan Tian'er and his daughter-in-law, the black coffin fell into the dug pit little by little under the pull of the rope.
The old monk invited from the town chanted the mantra of death repeatedly while circling around the pit, and after a few turns, he nodded at Uncle Xi, who pulled up Yan Tian'er and his wife and motioned for Bai Yong and them to fall to the ground.
When the first piece of soil was sprinkled on the lid of the coffin, Yan Tian'er finally stopped crying, and silently endured the pain of eternal separation between heaven and man with tears.
Liu Xuzhu is also quite sad, ten years ago, he also sent his father away in this way, although the battle at that time was far more solemn than now, and even the saint came in person, but he knew that the pain of losing his loved ones forever was the same, this pain was not ethereal, but real, it made you lose a piece of your heart from now on, and you can't repair it with the strength of the rest of your life.
He clenched Xi Cheng's hand, and the corners of his eyes were covered with a layer of wetness.
"Big brother, what are they crying about?"
Xi Cheng looked at Yan Tian'er and them in confusion.
"Yan Tian'er's father died, and he naturally grieved in his heart."
Liu Xuzhu suddenly realized that he had never met Xi Cheng's parents, and suddenly understood why he was completely ignorant of licking calves, and couldn't help but feel sorry for this child in his heart, he tightened his little hand, wanting to warm it up, but Bai Yong's exclamation suddenly sounded in front of him.
His panic seemed to be contagious, and the people standing in front of him also turned into frightened birds, and one by one his body stiffened with fright, and all the screams were pressed in his throat, and he couldn't move at all.
Liu Xujiao knew that something was wrong, so he turned his head and said to Xi Cheng: "Go home, don't come out no matter what movement you hear." ” "Why?"
Xi Cheng's eyes were shining.
"Don't ask, it's better not to know something."
Xi Cheng saw that he was firm, so he didn't continue to ask, he turned around obediently and walked in the direction of home.
Seeing that Xi Cheng was walking away, Liu Xuzhu walked through the crowd alone, and he saw that Yan Tian'er and his wife, who were still crying, also held back their tears, and looked at the old monk beside him as if asking for help.
The old monk's mouth was half open, his chin almost fell on his dry and fleshless chest, and after a while, he closed his eyes with his hands folded, and kept chanting "Amitabha" in his mouth, but he could not say anything else.
Liu Xuzhu walked in front of a few people who fell to the ground and looked at the coffin, and then he knew why they were all scared like this.
The coffin board, which had been nailed to death, was constantly shaking up and down, making a slight "bang" sound, as if the person inside who had been dead for a few days couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to lift the board and climb out.
"Is Old Man Yan still alive, do you want to open the coffin?"
Bai Yong asked Uncle Xi behind him tremblingly.
Xi Bo's face turned blue, "How is it possible, people are all dead, their bodies are rotten, what soul is left?"
His eyes lit up, "Quick, fall to the ground, the things in the coffin are definitely not the old Yan Tou." ” When Bai Yong heard him say this, he seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, he and a few people next to him scooped up the soil and pressed it towards the coffin board, but at this moment, Yan Tian'er suddenly rushed over and knocked Bai Yong to the ground, "Don't fall into the ground, my father must not be dead, he also gave me a dream last night, saying that he didn't want to die, saying that he didn't see his grandson born, and he didn't want to die." ” Bai Yong was stunned by brute force, and when he reacted, Yan Tian'er had already jumped on top of the coffin board, desperately trying to pull the board away that was still vibrating, and muttered to himself: "Dad, don't panic, I'll save you." ” Liu Xujiao knew that something was wrong, so he also jumped into the pit with him, he strangled Yan Tian'er's waist with his arm, desperately trying to pull him away from the coffin, "Calm down, your father is indeed dead, I saw him angry with my own eyes, don't be confused." ” The reason why he said this was because Yan Tian'er's face was red now, and his eyes were shining brightly, and he didn't look like he was sober, obviously fascinated by his mind.
But between this pull, the coffin board slowly opened, and when he saw the deformed face of the old Yan Tou'er appearing in front of him, Yan Tian'er seemed to have been hit on the head, and finally realized what he was doing.
He climbed down from the coffin board and knelt beside him and kowtowed, "Daddy, it's the son who is unfilial and disturbs your old purity." ” Old man Yan still maintained the same appearance as when he died, his eyes were slightly open, his mouth was tilted to the side, and he did not respond to Yan Tian'er's words.
Liu Xujiao hurriedly pulled Yan Tian'er to stand up, and glanced at him, Yan Tian'er nodded, and the two worked together to close the coffin board again.
But they pushed and pulled for a long time, but the coffin board did not move at all, Yan Tian'er scratched his head, "I opened it without much strength just now, why can't I close it now?"
He poked his head into the coffin to see if it was stuck by the wooden nails, but at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly poked out of the coffin and grabbed Yan Tian'er's round head.
"Ahh Yan Tian'er let out a muffled cry, grabbed the coffin with both hands, and kicked on the ground trying to escape from the clamps of these two hands.
But the strength of his fingers was too great, and ten purple-red nails even sank into Yan Tian'er's scalp, grabbing him so much that he was bleeding.
Seeing this scene, Liu Xuzhu was shocked and anxious, but he didn't take the Green Worm Sword with him, so he had to rush behind Yan Tian'er with a strong step, grabbed his waist tightly, and dragged him back with all his strength.
He is a person who practices martial arts, and his strength should be not small, but the hands in the coffin seem to be not something he can cope with alone, and after a few rounds, he was dragged off the ground with his feet and moved towards the coffin with Yan Tian'er.
Yan Tian'er had already squeezed in half of his body, the coffin was not big, and it was just right to accommodate one person, but Yan Tian'er was not small, so he pulled it in, and instantly squeezed his body into a flesh.
"Quick, come and save people, I can't support it alone."
Liu Xuzhu shouted behind him, but what he responded to was silence, the villagers seemed to be stunned, one by one, they were silent, no one was willing to walk down the pit, and no one was willing to pull him.
They just watched the two of them being taken towards the coffin little by little, watching Yan Tian'er go from struggling to resigning to fate, and finally remained motionless, leaving half of his body exposed.
There was a sudden scream from above, it was Yan Tian'er's daughter-in-law, she held her stomach and knelt down one by one, "Please, save him, the Yan family has already died, and there can't be another one" She knelt halfway, and suddenly heard a bang from under the pit, and when she turned her head to look, she saw Liu Xujiao being thrown out, and the remaining half of Yan Tian'er's body flew into the coffin, spewing out a thick blood mist.