I feel that the standard for judging the scan of the divine power of the door god just now should be yang energy. If it weren't for the rise of the yang energy in my body, then I would definitely be judged on the spot as a defiled yin and evil thing, and the result would only be to be completely purified by the divine light. It's just that what makes me wonder is why I haven't felt the scanning of the divine power before, but now I clearly perceive it? At that time, I was really angry with the lost body. Otherwise, I would have asked the people who were carrying me if they had felt the scanning of the divine power as much as I did. If they don't feel it, then I'm in a bad situation.

I was a little worried, but I was convinced that I wasn't really dead. Otherwise, how could my consciousness be so clear?

I could feel myself being lifted out of the cart. Based on the hard and soft Cheng beneath me, I could probably guess that I had been placed on the door panel. Of course, I think I'm lying on the door panel. There are cacophony in my ears, and there are many familiar voices. They're probably talking about themselves. Some are incredulous, some are extremely regretful, some are full of sadness, and some are deeply remembrance...... Anyway, no matter who it is, they all think of me as a dead person without exception. Listening to the conversation made me feel very funny. I wanted to say out loud to them, "Okay, okay...... Don't do this, everyone, I'm really not dead yet! ”

Suddenly, the sound of "sudden" from far and near gradually drowned out all the noise. I could hear it as a farm tractor. Soon, a few laborers in the house who had just helped carry the cart walked out. The sound of "thuds" disappeared and was replaced by the "sound of a trumpet" carrying heavy loads.

After the sound of the trumpet penetrated the hall, the noise around it slowly resumed. It's just that now I'm tired of the words of regret, sadness, remembrance, and so on, so I began to listen to the unfamiliar voice that commanded the laborers to carry heavy loads.

"Put it in the middle, it has to be in the middle!" There was firmness and unquestioning in the unfamiliar voice.

"It's not easy to put it in the middle, just get to the middle of the gate and look at it with your eyes!" A laborer in Murakami said as he walked towards the gate.

"Do you have such accurate eyes with your eyes? Can you find the middle of the gate at a glance? The other laborer retorted angrily.

"Close a door and look at the edge of the door, and you'll be sure to find the center line of the whole hall!" Another laborer kindly proposed a suggestion based on the man's question. conAd1();

When the man who came to the gate heard this, he thought it made sense, so he closed the door on one side and began to carefully and earnestly search for the center line of the hall.

In fact, this approach is also practical. Because, in general, the doors of the hall are placed in the center, so the joint of the two doors is actually the central axis of the whole hall. It's just that just by looking at it with your eyes, there will inevitably be some errors. In addition, after a long time, the wooden door is deformed, so the position of the door crack may not be exactly in the middle.

After listening to it for a while, I could roughly tell that the owner of the unfamiliar voice was the owner of the heavy object carried by the laborers, and that heavy object was the "ice coffin". That is, this person is specifically renting out "ice coffins". Since he specializes in this kind of business, he is naturally very experienced.

"Okay, okay, no matter how accurate your eyes are, they won't be as accurate as my ruler, right?" As he spoke, the person renting the ice coffin took out a tape measure from his body, and then used the tape measure to measure the midpoint at the head and tail of the ice coffin and mark it.

People use scientific numbers to speak, so the laborers naturally have nothing to say. Under the command of the rental ice coffin, the ice coffin was finally placed in the center.

Next, the next thing to rent out the ice coffin is to find a place to turn on electricity. This ice coffin is not made of ice cubes to refrigerate, but needs to be powered like a refrigerator. The person who rented the ice coffin first asked his son where the socket was easy to use, and it was best to be able to afford high-power electrical appliances. First, the son was in a state of extreme grief, and it was estimated that he had not recovered much at that time; Second, my son is really not very familiar with the arrangement of wires at home, so he has changed the sky, and he can't say a suitable place. At that time, my heart was in a hurry. I can't wait to jump up immediately and solve the problem of electrifying the ice coffin myself. Because I'm a plumber, I'm of course familiar with the wiring in my home.

Just when I was in a hurry, my son seemed to remember something, so he suddenly asked, "Is it okay to plug in the outlet of the air conditioner?" ”

When the ice coffin was heard, he immediately replied excitedly: "Yes, of course!" Where's that outlet? ”

After his son's guidance, the person who rented the ice coffin began to get busy. conAd2(); Because the socket connected to the air conditioner is pressed in the room, the only way to rent the ice coffin is to remove the flip window at the top of the door of the room first, so as to successfully draw the power out. After working for a long time, I finally connected the ice coffin to the power supply.

The next thing they had to do was to hang the ice coffin in the air. Of course, the benches that set up the ice coffins, even the wooden coffins that were erected later, can only use the benches with the door panels just now. Therefore, two laborers are assigned to lift the door panel by hand, while most of the laborers work together to lift the ice coffin, and then quickly move the bench under the door panel to the bottom of the ice coffin. After the ice coffin was securely parked, I was transferred to the ice coffin on the door panel. During the whole process, a lot of labor is required because the door panel and the ice coffin need to be lifted at the same time. Fortunately, my wife and I are usually pretty good, so the enthusiastic villagers who came to help spontaneously at that time still wanted to be a lot.

I didn't have to worry about the lack of manpower, so I was a little complacent about it. However, it was only at the moment that I felt that the door panel I was lying on was actually lifted, and I began to realize that something was wrong. Because, at this moment, I am not the person in charge, let alone a spectator, but the one who will be transferred to the ice coffin.

Ice, ice coffin? Oh, my God! Wouldn't I soon be frozen after I was placed in it? When I think of this, I think of the frozen meat in the refrigerator. The solid one is like a stone. Even if it is exposed to the scorching sun, it will not melt in a short period of time. No! I don't want to turn into frozen meat! If I really get frozen, then what's the point of me regaining control over my body? Am I going to be completely frozen to death? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder deeply.

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