The locust tree root hugged the white coffin tightly like an arm, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to dig out the locust tree root along with the white coffin.

I saw a board exposed at the bottom of the pit, and someone scraped it with a shovel, making the sound of planers digging wood, and the shovel smashed on the plank.

"Empty" sounded. This time, the ignition didn't go so well. Master took great effort to pull out the roots of the tree and told me to find a piece of red cloth.

I quickly found a red cloth, and he covered the hole in the coffin, and the person who had been rolling and complaining about his stomach ache immediately stopped screaming.

The master instructed a few villagers to keep an eye on the fire so as not to cause a fire, and he sat cross-legged and began to recite the sutras.

The amplitude of his lips was not large, but the sound seemed to resound through the heavens and the earth

The sound of "woo woo" was also suppressed. Everyone was curious about what exactly was in the coffin. I'm also curious.

But the master said it so seriously, no one dared to disobey it easily. The locust tree root hugged the white coffin tightly like an arm, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to dig out the locust tree root along with the white coffin.

The master didn't seem to make any fuss, he lit a cigarette, pointed to the coffin underneath and said, "It's okay, dig it." In the past, the white coffin was used to hold the girl who did not leave the cabinet. The master pointed to the trunk of the tree and ordered, "Cut down the tree and cut out the roots." My master jumped down and looked at it, nodded and said, "This is a coffin, it must be here." Dig up the coffin. "My master picked up an axe from the side, jumped onto the coffin, and cut off the root of the tree that had been poked into the coffin.

He threw the axe away, trying with all his strength to pull the roots up from the coffin. The lighter used for ignition is an old-fashioned dial wheel with flint, and the person who ignites the fire does not light it the first time, and directly hurts his hand the second time.

The locust tree root hugged the white coffin tightly like an arm, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to dig out the locust tree root along with the white coffin.

The third person who lit the fire had just taken two steps forward, and suddenly he fell to the ground holding his stomach, and while he was rolling, he cried wolf: "My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts." I've been pierced in the stomach by the sword, and it hurts me to death, so save me......" The master said, "The locust tree on the general's grave is the mother locust, and this is the sub-locust." This locust must have been transplanted from a sapling that grew from the female locust. They are connected with the same qi, so the yin qi absorbed by the acacia can flow into the female locust continuously. The fire was burning fiercely when it met the dry wood, but Liu Erpang ran over in a frenzy.

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"Look, there's something under the roots." I don't know who screamed, and everyone poked their heads out to look at the pit.

The master instructed a few villagers to keep an eye on the fire so as not to cause a fire, and he sat cross-legged and began to recite the sutras.

The amplitude of his lips was not large, but the sound seemed to resound through the heavens and the earth

The sound of "woo woo" was also suppressed. It was Liu Zi who had the accident, and he died, hanged himself from the old locust tree at the entrance of the second grave circle.

I was a little suspicious: "Master, he ...... Got ghosted? I wanted to go up to help him, but he yelled at me, "Don't come up! "I just stood there and didn't dare to move.