At this time, the wind blew outside the parking lot, and the night was silent. A few flashlights swept from the light pillars at the entrance of Qiaotou Village, and Wang Xiaohu and several policemen carried an old wooden coffin, and suddenly stood at the entrance of the village and stopped. "Guys, hurry up! This coffin... How is it getting heavier and heavier! Get moving... The flat arm is about to be disconnected!! But hearing it, I deviated...

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