I smiled and patted my mask, hoping not to scare him.

But just then I heard a roar outside, and I looked curiously from behind the car.

"Looks like they haven't had enough to eat."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"It's time to stop the coffin."

"Want to stop?"

"See for yourself."

I didn't say much, I turned my head and saw that the girl had also stopped with the crowd, and now I could see her completely because it was the back door, and she seemed to feel the discomfort behind her, and turned around, looked at me, and suddenly froze, and then immediately turned her head and lay on top of a boy like a little rabbit.

I smiled and stood up, and saw that at the front of the crowd, the big man had already put the coffin down, but the question was whether it was on the ground, but on the backs of several people in white clothes, who knelt on the ground and dragged the coffin with their own backs.

"What is this?"

"Our coffins here are not allowed to touch the ground. After death, the spirit usually does not disperse, and it is very memorable to this world, and if you let the coffin fall to the ground in the middle of the way, you will never be able to lift it again. Yang Shizhong said to me, with a hint of firmness in his words, as if he was afraid that I would think that this was superstition and could not be trusted.

"I've never heard of anything like this." I shook my head, there was nothing to believe, I still didn't believe it, but it was rare to see such a funeral procession, so I just sat in the car and watched the people.

To be honest, I didn't see too much of the sadness of the people in those teams, maybe I understood the truth of the destiny of life and death, but it was a relief for the old man, he respected filial piety before his death, and he didn't need to be too pretentious after death. Therefore, there is no longer a long car to send each other here, and wear linen and filial piety. But I'm still curious about the people who watch the excitement, and what kind of attitude they have.

Slowly those strong men put the coffin on the back of those people, I looked at the coffin carefully, this is a very common cypress coffin, with the traditional shade bottom buckle cover, three-reed lock, flea nest and other processes processed, the inside is poured with rosin, anti-corrosion, impermeable and impermeable; The exterior paint is made of traditional paulownia paint, and the cedar wood wood exudes fragrance all year round, which is not invaded by any insects and mosquitoes, but the wood remains unchanged for hundreds of years.

People who can afford such a coffin can be regarded as having some financial resources, I retracted into the car and asked Yang Shizhong in front, "How long do we have to wait?" "It's not that I'm impatient, it's mainly that I'm not used to watching other people's funerals.

"It should be soon! I'll make a phone call to urge me. Yang Shizhong replied.

"Hmm." I sat cross-legged in the car, feeling the noise of the crowd, as if I had returned to a metropolis that I knew and yet did not know.

But at this time, a "boom" suddenly sounded, and I stood up and looked at the place where the sound came from, and at the same time, the boiling sound in the crowd kept coming out, "The coffin has fallen." ”

"Tricked corpses."

"Run!"

I looked intently and saw that the people next to the coffin had been evacuated, and everyone consciously gave up a vacant space, and the coffin didn't know when one corner had touched the ground, and several people were pressed to the ground by the coffin, unable to move.

"Pull them out." Someone on the side shouted, "The coffin is too heavy, it will crush them to death." ”

"No, no, so the coffin will hit the ground." The older man exhaled in an old voice.

"I can't care so much." Several strong men saw that the momentum was not right, and immediately pulled out the person under the coffin. When this person pulled it out, one side of the coffin actually hung strangely in the air, and then slowly fell under the dull gaze of everyone, without a sound, as if he had his own dominant consciousness.

"Angry people are running into the coffin, and the body is about to be raised, quick, find a few people to lift the coffin." An old man shouted from the side, and I looked at the old man who had been frightened by my mask earlier. He seemed to know where the doorway was directing, "Don't lift the corner where the coffin lands first, just let him continue to hang, and find someone to pull the coffin to death, and the chicken is lost to me." The blood of animal essence is shaped, and it is most likely to lead to corpse transformation. ”

I watched such a fuss, it was really like watching a play, and the people around me didn't panic, so I surrounded them in the middle and watched like this, one side of the coffin had been lifted again, but the side that first didn't know how to touch the ground, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift it.

I looked at the strong men, the bruises on their foreheads were rising, and beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, but the coffin still showed no signs of rising. Time passed little by little, and after a while, several more people in mourning clothes came, and as soon as they came, they knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the coffin.

"Can't you lift it?" Yang Shizhong didn't go to see the excitement of this tragedy, but asked me.

"yes."

"I have also seen such a situation once, it was also a family burial, and the hemp rope that was lifted to the middle of the center and the thickness of the wrist broke by itself, and the coffin fell to the ground at once, and then no matter how it was lifted, it couldn't be lifted, and then the people who were buried knelt on the ground and kowtowed, so it took several days of busy work before the coffin was lifted again."

If I had heard these words before, I might not have believed them, but now when I hear them in my ears and see them in front of my eyes, I can't help but feel a panic in my heart, as if we know too little about our own world, and those things that cannot be scientifically proven at present have been branded with superstition early, and those few things that have been proven are also being buried and extinguished with history little by little.

There was already crying outside, but I suddenly saw some cyan oil stains slowly overflowing through the cracks of the coffin.

Is it corpse oil? How so? I remember that the fat spilled out when the corpse was in a high state of decay, but it was only a few days? And the current weather is not a scorching heat, and it will not cause the corpse oil to spread out so quickly.

In a flash of thought, the coffin was already heavy and stuck to the ground, this time I couldn't lift it no matter what, I felt strange in my heart, and I wanted to go down to see what was going on, but at the same time the corpse oil in the coffin was even more crazy to diffuse, the crowd began to scratch, and one after another sharp screams rang out, and the scene became chaotic.

The flow of people began to throb, and they were running in all directions.

Suddenly I heard a female voice, I saw that the girl before seemed to be wearing something to hook a person's clothes because of the problem of dressing, causing her to fall to the ground at once, someone in the crowd wanted to help her, but in an instant it was scattered again, I stood at the back of the car, less than 3 steps away from her, sighed I still squeezed through.

At the same time, there was a sudden creaking sound on the other side of the coffin, and my heart shrank to know that it was the sound of the coffin lid loosening nails, I squeezed away a few people to stand beside the girl, and looked towards the coffin, only to see that the old man before looked at the coffin on the ground with frightened eyes, and then perhaps felt my eyes, he subconsciously glanced at my side.

Suddenly, his face changed, and the extreme fear was completely exposed to his face, even more than the shock when he was in front of him, "I'm not that scary, am I?" I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then one hit me and I accidentally pounced on the girl below me, but luckily she was petite, and I couldn't overwhelm her with my hands on the ground.

As if sensing my presence, he turned his head with rain and looked at me, his lips touching my mask, "Ah! She exclaimed, immediately turned her head away, and whispered, "Thank you!" ”

"It's fine." I smiled, "I'm in my 50s, can I save the little girl when I see her injured?" ”

"You're in your 50s! It doesn't sound like it. She muttered in a small voice.

"Huh. I'm almost in my 40s, you can call me uncle. ”

"Ahh She was a little stunned, and then immediately changed her tone and said, "Thank you, uncle." ”

"No thanks." I inhaled hard, and the girl's fragrance entered my mouth and nose slightly, refreshing my heart.

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