Brother Qiang beat me, aren't you a pot that you can't open. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info glanced at the closed doors on either side, and we glanced at each other, turning our heads to look back. The face was at the back of our heads, with a wide open mouth and an inch-long tooth that stood out.

At this time, Brother Qiang didn't know what he grabbed and smashed it, I reached out to grab it, "Don't pull me if you look for death, smash the glass, this driving building is our coffin." "But in the end, it was too late, and the shattering of the glass was still very crisp. Fortunately, the glass is not tempered, and there are several cracks, most of which form a sharp cone and hang on it.

I yelled and kicked the gas pedal to shake the thing off. With a "bang", the bucket plunged deep into the dirt. Brother Qiang went crazy and shouted, "It seems that he has been thrown down, falling backwards, crushing him to death." ”

The forklift roared backwards, and it was all smooth, much more fluent than usually driving a forklift to do some work. I could clearly feel the two wheels being lifted high one in front of the other.

I nervously withdrew to the distance, and through the harsh lights of the car I could see a figure lying there not far ahead. Just as we breathed a sigh of relief, the figure got up and leaned over to the forklift.

Brother Qiang said, "Damn, this is okay, I will change my name in the future, your name is Brother Qiang." "How can the forklift also have more than ten tons, and it is estimated that the intestines of a normal person can flow to the ground if they are pressed continuously, but the corpse is unscathed and only soils the clothes.

Looking at the fangs on the outside of my face, I closed my eyes and rushed over, "you, I'm not going to kill you." There was a jolt, and the bucket plunged into the mud again. Brother Qiang shouted on the side, "Push hard, kill him." "I took a look, and the whole bucket was mostly in the mud, and a hideous black head was showing on the bucket. I don't know if I did it or if I'm older, but I lost a few of those teeth.

I almost stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the four wheels spun so fast that in the blink of an eye, four sockets were formed, but the forklift just couldn't move any further. The hideous black head was constantly writhing, trying to struggle out.

Brother Qiang was anxious, and yelled one after another, "Come on, come on, give him the dog's head." "I'm helpless but to try my best to step on the gas pedal and not let him come out" You say easy, it's all the limit. Or you go down and push. ”

Brother Qiang has been on the battlefield, he has seen a lot of dead people, and he is naturally bold, so he picked up a wrench on the car and was about to fight hard, "Clever, you stand up, I'll knock this dead child to death." ”

I wanted to drag him too late, Brother Qiang jumped directly behind the bucket along the hydraulic cylinder in front of the forklift, picked up the wrench and smashed, "Let you run out and scare the master, I have to unload some parts for you today." ”

I saw it on the forklift, every time Brother Qiang smashed it, the head of the corpse was tilted, until Brother Qiang was covered in sweat, and he didn't see a drop of blood shed, but the thin head was smashed into potholes.

At this time, I had recovered from my initial fear, and I had a ruthlessness in my heart, and I stepped on the accelerator desperately.

Brother Qiang smashed for a while, arched his body and gasped, "Smart, I can't do it, I can't break this brain shell even if I'm tired." ”

It's good to trap it now, but what to do if the forklift can't get trapped. I suddenly thought of a solution, and yelled at Brother Qiang, "Go to the shed, there are two barrels of diesel there, bring them all." ”

Brother Qiang couldn't take a break, so he ran to the shed, and after a while, he took out an iron bucket, "Smart, you can be regarded as a bright brain." Brother Qiang jumped directly onto the bucket and poured diesel fuel on the corpse. A barrel of oil was poured out without any spoilage. Brother Qiang took out the lighter and gritted his teeth, "I said that you are an old immortal, you don't have anything to do in the can, don't take care of the house, come out and run around." Today is worthy of you, let you enjoy the trend, and have a new era of cremation. Hey, why can't you order it......"

Diesel is different from gasoline in that it is not easy to ignite, and it is impossible to ignite it without a primer to burn your hands out of the bubble just by relying on the fire engine.

I just wanted to scold Brother Qiang for being an idiot, but I saw him take off his clothes directly, dip them in the oil stain and put them on the writhing corpse, "Bye-bye." ”

After a few minutes, smoke was already billowing in, and there was not much fire due to the burning in the bucket. But I didn't dare to relax, and the forklift still used its strength to push forward.

After more than half an hour, the firelight and smoke completely dissipated, and everything returned to calm. Brother Qiang lit me a cigarette, and my whole body was trembling. I looked at Brother Qiang through the smoke, "You said you could kill him?"

"It's all cremated, what else do you want to do. It won't kill you, so let's just lie down in that tin can. Brother Qiang had obviously regained his composure, opened the car door, jumped down and walked to the side of the bucket, "Smart, you retreat, I'll see if that thing is there." ”

I carefully retreated a little, revealing a gap, and Brother Qiang took a flashlight and shone it, "It's gone, it's already broken." ”

I exhaled, straightened the iron coffin, and poured the rest of the burnt into it. I looked nervously, but fortunately I only saw some jet-black lumps, and shoveled a shovel of soil and poured it in, so I got out of the car and worked with Brother Qiang to close the lid.

At this moment, as the headlights of the forklift were facing us, some lines appeared on the reverse side of the coffin lid under the strong light, which were not carvings, as if they were drawn from the inside of the coffin.

Brother Qiang also saw it, "Smart, did you say that this old thing was not dead when you buried it, and it was painted lying in it?"

I was taken aback by his bold idea: "Don't talk nonsense, how can you get a living person in a coffin and bury it." If that's the case, how can there be so many burials? ”

Brother Qiang didn't shy away from those black stains, and wiped them with his hand, "Why do I think these ghost paintings are a little familiar." ”

I smiled and said, "Familiar with your size, could it be that you drew it?" But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that what Brother Qiang said made some sense, no one would draw something on the back of the coffin lid for the dead to see, and the biggest possibility was that it was painted in the coffin. But how could a dead man draw these things?

And I've always wondered why iron coffins were used, considering that iron coffins were much more valuable than wood in those days. Is it because you're afraid that something will go in? Or maybe you're afraid that it's coming out? I thought of the terrifying appearance of the corpse, in fact, I was already very sure that the function of the iron coffin was to be afraid that he would come out, and it was estimated that the corpse had been deceived when he was buried.

I told Brother Qiang my thoughts, and Brother Qiang frowned, "Then have you ever thought that this iron coffin is not the patent of the coffin shop, and it is estimated that it will have to be customized at that time, even if it is custom-made, it will take a long time." ”

I nodded, "So, I prepared this thing before I was dead, or it was stuffed alive like you said." ”

Brother Qiang looked at those ghost drawing talismans, and suddenly smiled, because of the suddenness of the laughter, I was startled, "Do you know what is painted on this?"