Sun Dazhu is worthy of being born in farming, and the speed of digging is very fast, and he has already dug a big pit with just a cup of tea, and the space inside is enough to put the coffin in it, and there is still a lot of space.

At this time, there were several people around Sun Dazhu's door, and the number of people was still increasing. Everyone in the village knows that Sun Dazhu is an incorrigible gambler, why did he change his sex and start farming today? It's not right, farming shouldn't be in the yard, doesn't his family still have a few acres of land?

It was only when they looked towards Sun Dazhu's yard that the villagers realized that Sun Dazhu did not want to farm. There was a coffin next to him, and he was digging the earth, so anyone who wasn't a fool could tell that Sun Fazhu was digging a grave.

"I heard that the daughter-in-law of the Sun family was seriously ill not long ago."

"Is it dead? What kind of disease is this, so bad? ”

"I've heard that Sun Gambler thought that the money for medicine was too expensive, and he didn't let Lang Zhongzhi treat it, which aggravated his condition."

"Hey, it's better to die, have a good birth in the next life, don't meet a man like Sun Gambler again."

"Damn, I'm tired of Lao Tzu." Sun Dazhu, who hadn't worked for almost a year, dug the pit and was already sweating. He wiped the sweat from his head, picked up the shovel, and looked fiercely at the villagers who were watching.

Looking at them like this, the villagers only felt a cool breath welling up in their hearts, gamblers like this can do anything, if they still talk and point fingers, it will be dangerous.

Some people took a few steps back with fear in their hearts, some people took the lead, and of course some people followed suit, they were all afraid of the devouring eyes of Sun Gambler, if he took a shovel on his head for a while, it was not a joke.

Maybe she heard someone else outside, and her instinct for survival made her shout loudly, "Help...... Help me...... Dazhu, he's going to bury me alive...... Help......"

Wu Xiaoniang wanted to shout loudly, but her voice was really too small, not to mention the villagers who were retreating outside the courtyard, and even Sun Dazhu next to him could only faintly hear it.

Sun Dazhu threw away the shovel in his hand, turned his head to look at his wife in the coffin, and said without a smile: "Lady, you have suffered so much in your life and you are tired enough, I don't have any ability, I think that you are also guilty of living, it is better to let me send you to the earth first." ”

Little Lady Wu opened her cloudy eyes and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't say a word at all. The person in front of her is her hero, the hero who fell from the sky to save her when she was most helpless, and the husband who works hard no matter whether it is a cold winter or a hot summer, and still cares for herself.

But.

He changed, he became strange, he became cold-blooded, he became cruel......

Her heart was broken, the physical torture was no match for the torture in her heart, and the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing her heart made her close her eyes, not daring to look at this familiar and unfamiliar face again.

With her eyes closed, she was still crying, she was already desperate, desperate for her husband, desperate for the villagers who could not be saved, and even desperate for God. She didn't understand why God had given her hope and pushed her into the abyss of despair.

Little Lady Wu opened her eyes, she was already weak at this time, so she could only hum lightly and intermittently said, "Husband...... When I die, there will be no one to make money for you...... No one does your laundry and cooking...... No one ...... "She couldn't speak anymore, she wondered why she became so weak immediately after leaving the house, she was still in the room just now, could it be because of the slender nail?"

Husband, I still can't let go of you......

Ironically, he didn't know that she was about to be buried alive until now, but despite the trip, she still cared for her husband and still didn't worry about his husband's future life.

Sun Dazhu didn't hear his wife's words clearly, but he could guess from the few words, although he was reluctant to give up this wife in his heart, but his wife was insignificant in front of three thousand taels of gold. At that moment, he said without smiling: "If you die, I will live a more nourishing life than before, you, you are still reincarnated early, I will burn paper money for you every year." ”

After Sun Dazhu finished speaking, he lifted the coffin lid on the ground, and didn't look at his wife for the last time. He didn't look at her, but after she glanced at her husband one last time with wide eyes, her world was no longer bright, and there was only endless darkness that trapped her firmly in it.

Of course, Sun Dazhu didn't know the situation inside the coffin, and at this time, Sun Dazhu covered the coffin, and also brought the coffin nails, and used a hammer to knock the nails on the corners of the coffin. The little lady Wu in the coffin could clearly hear the sound of the nails, and every time Sun Dazhu knocked it, it was like knocking on her heart.

She loved him so much, but in the end, he buried her alive. Inexplicably, a trace of hatred arose in her heart, and her hatred deepened with every time Sun Dazhu outside struck her.

After knocking the nails, Sun Dazhu propped his hands on the tail of the coffin and pushed it towards the pit he had just dug with all his strength.

"Bang dang", the coffin fell into the pit, and the little lady Wu in the coffin was almost shaken apart by such a shock, she snorted, and spit out a lot of blood in her mouth.

After resting for a while, Sun Dazhu picked up a shovel and shoveled the dirt he had just dug up onto the coffin.

She finally began to be afraid, she was not afraid of death, but she was frightened by her husband's cruelty, she could clearly hear the sound of dirt on the coffin lid, maybe it was the sound of death coming from hell?

She wasn't dead yet, she could still breathe, but the small coffin had enough oxygen for her to breathe, and it didn't take long for the oxygen in the coffin to run out. She breathed heavily, but without oxygen she became more and more uncomfortable even if she tried harder.

Maybe it was because of the light that came back, and some strength was born in her body, so that she stretched out her hand and kept grasping the coffin lid, and began to scratch the coffin lid, even if her fingers were scratched and blood flowed out, she still scratched.

She didn't want to die, she still wanted to live...... The trace of hatred that arose in her heart continued to expand with the darkness.

"Husband, husband, hurry up and get me out, I'm about to suffocate to death, I will definitely listen to you well in the future and work hard to make money for you...... Husband...... Husband......"