According to the local customs of the servants, the cliffs of the dead must be cleaned up before they can be buried.

Two sturdy servant guys, with ropes wrapped around their waists, like Spider-Man, shook down.

The acupuncture points of the old peasants are located halfway up the mountain, because the customs here are ranked according to seniority.

Whoever has high seniority will have their coffin placed a little higher, and vice versa.

Such customs and habits are the same as those of hanging coffin tombs somewhere in southern Xinjiang.

The fat man smoked a cigarette and said, "Hey, I've really gained knowledge, it's better than the sea burials I saw in the coastal areas!" ”

As the saying goes, it is difficult to go to Shu and it is difficult to go to the sky!

This work of cleaning up the caves is more difficult than walking the Shu Road.

Below is the flowing living water, and because of the large damp area, there is a lot of pale green moss growing on the cliff wall.

Naturally, these mosses do not appear in a short period of time, but take an unknown number of years to form.

Even though a person is suspended in mid-air, his feet still cannot fully step into the pit of the cave.

It's so slippery!

I stood aside, listening to the sound of running water in my ears, and looked at the people who were busy working in front of me.

What the second uncle said to me sounded, but I felt that it was true.

I can't stay under the protection of the Wu family all the time, and I offended the genius child of the Wu family.

I don't know how sad it will be in the days to come.

Listening to the tone of the second uncle at that time, this old man Wu had the idea of returning to the mountains and rivers and washing his hands in a golden basin.

Otherwise, you can't separate me from the fat man, and I can't say that on September 9, I can't go back with the fat man!

The clean-up work lasted for about forty minutes, and I looked down at the watch that my second uncle had given me.

It said that there were less than ten minutes to go.

At this time, He Lao stood aside, waved his hand towards the cliff, and made a few gestures.

The people above began to move.

I saw a group of people tied thick hemp ropes to the coffin's body, and four strong men with ropes wrapped around their waists took the lead in going down to wait.

The people above slowly lowered the coffin, and there was inevitably a little bump in the middle, but this was inevitable.

Fortunately, the coffin on the servant's side is quite particular about the materials.

It's like the old farmer used the best golden silk nanmu.

After all, the land of Shuchuan is the origin of golden silk nanmu, and they have no shortage of high-quality wood.

And the coffins they built were different from usual.

Perhaps in order to better lower the coffin on the cliff wall, most of the coffins here are one.

It is to flatten the whole golden silk nanmu log, the base, and then in the top position, warp off the coffin board a few centimeters thick.

Then they dug directly and chiseled out a place where people could lie down.

It's the same way I buried my little girl, but I had a special case, but it's custom.

It was busy up there, and a young man came running here.

He was wearing a simple undershirt with a few embroidery patterns that I couldn't read.

He ran to him, nodded at He Lao, and said, "He Lao, what do you command?" ”

"Atai, you go find a bronze mirror, come back and hang the bronze mirror in that place, and align the back of the bronze mirror with the position of the coffin, can you do it?"

The young man named Atai squinted his eyes and looked at the place where the fat man had just pointed.

Then he nodded and said, "It's a little difficult, but it's not a problem, I'll prepare now!" ”

He Lao nodded, waved his hand and let Atai leave.

At the same time, he did not forget to introduce: "Atai, is a well-known hunter in our town, so it is good to give him this task!" ”

The fat man answered: "You can arrange it, anyway, I'm only responsible for making ideas." ”

The fat man's words made He Lao smile a little embarrassedly and stopped talking.

Naturally, I knew what the fat man meant.

What he means is: Lao Tzu is out to eat with his skills, and he doesn't do manual work for you, this kind of thankless thing, fat man, I won't do it!

Seeing that it was almost over, the woman had already taken out the paper money and began to scatter it.

And at this time, the boy knelt on the cliff, ready to kowtow.

But that's when it happened.

I don't know if it's the wooden stick inserted into the rock wall to drag the coffin. It wasn't plugged in properly, or it wasn't replaced in time because it took too long.

In short, it was good at the moment when the coffin was put up, but the moment when those servants and men untied the hemp rope from the coffin.

Just listen to "Crunch!" There was a crisp sound.

One end of the coffin tilted straight away, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

One of the servants was quick to support the coffin with his hands.

But how can the human body be compared with the coffin, that coffin costs two or three hundred catties, and the servant's hand has just stretched out.

The coffin containing the old farmer slid down against the man's arm.

I heard an exclamation on the top of the mountain, and the woman's hand throwing the paper money stopped in mid-air.

The little boy's head had forgotten to knock, and he looked down in surprise with a small mouth.

Even He Lao and the fat man, who were sitting on the stone next to me resting, were dumbfounded.

"Poof!"

A heavy sound of falling water sounded, and everyone woke up like a dream!

At this time, he couldn't care about the so-called customs and taboos, He Lao raised his arms and shouted: "If you know how to water, hurry up and get the corpse!" ”

From the ground to the top of the cliff, a few are one or two hundred meters, or even a few hundred meters.

It was impossible to jump down from above, because the old peasant's coffin was directly cracked. 、

But you have to go down from the top of the cliff, and when you get to the front, let alone the coffin, the coffin and wood chips may not be found.

I looked at the fat man, who quickly stepped back, waving his hands again and again.

"Brother Yang, don't look at me like this, okay? My family is from Guanjing, you know, I can't ...... water! ”

"You pull it down, fat man, I don't know you yet, the second uncle told me, you go to the coastal side together, your water thief is so ......"

"I'll go, this second uncle, it's really a big mouth!"

The fat man scolded and said, "Then I won't go, I'm not a corpse digger, I won't do this job!" ”

Seeing that the coffin was flowing down the water, He Lao was in a hurry!

Seeing that we were still arguing here, he said, "Sir, if you can help me get my brother's body up, I'll give you an extra gold bar!" ”

I shook my head and said, "He Lao is not a matter of gold bars, it is ...... that I can't swim!" ”

I'm not lying.

Although my family is rural and there is a pond in front of our house, I never went into the water because I didn't play with the village children when I was a child.

It can be said that I am one of the few people in the countryside who does not know water.

He Lao finally looked at the fat man.

Tremblingly, he stretched out two fingers and said, "Fat sir, two!" ”

"That's what you said!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he didn't even take off his clothes, and directly took out the mobile phone on his body and threw it to me.

Then he took a few steps forward, and a fierce man plunged directly into the water.

Don't look at the fat man's fatness, but the fat biao in that body plays a role in buoyancy.

The fat man in the water, like a white seal, caught up with the old farmer's coffin in the blink of an eye.

But at the moment when the fat man caught up with the coffin, even the fat man and the coffin disappeared directly.

"Fatty!"

I shouted in a hurry.

He Lao grabbed my arm on the side and said, "Don't panic, where is a small fault, Mr. Fat should have swam downstream!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled me downstream.

The lower reaches of the mountains are like a large city in the land of Shuchuan.

You think you're on the first floor, but you're actually on the top floor.

You think you're on the top floor, but you're actually on the first floor.

When He Lao and I came to the so-called downstream, the fat man was already dragging a corpse and was swimming towards the shore.

And the people of the servant clan who were originally on the cliff also rushed back one after another.

The coffin in the water was gone, and the fat man dragged the corpse ashore wet, and threw the corpse directly to the ground.

After wiping a handful of water on his face, he said: "I was so scared to death that I was fat, I thought I had fallen off the cliff!" ”

After the fat man finished speaking, he pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "I fished up the corpse, but don't blame the fat man." ”、

"It's not that I didn't find his severed hand, it's that I didn't find it, I guess it will flow down with the coffin!"

The fat man's words directly made the faces of everyone present change.

With a frown, I stepped forward to take a closer look.

The old farmer is a person who looks very similar to He Lao.

Similarly, if there were no dead people on the ground, I would even think he was old.

He was dressed in a black funeral suit with long sleeves that completely covered his entire arm.

But where the palm is located, where is empty.

I stretched out two fingers and slowly lifted the sleeves of the funeral robe, and found that the old farmer had no hands.

When I lifted my other sleeve later, I sat down next to the corpse like a lightning bolt.

The corpse of the old peasant had no hands at all.

Look at the brush, like a knife cut.

There are only a few words that keep popping into my head!

"The old farmer's hands were chopped off......!"