I don't understand why it's going around the coffin. It wasn't until the smoke slowly disappeared that I suddenly felt as if the coffin was moving, and it was small with its head up and its big head down, as if it was about to break through the ground.

What kind of name is this, isn't it good to bury a good coffin under the ground, why do you want to drill it out now, I was taken aback, and felt that there must be something wrong here.

But I couldn't find out what the problem was, and when I saw the white duck on the water, I suddenly screamed and plunged down into the deep pit. I could see very clearly that the white duck, in the water, with its webbed feet and wings together, had not yet dived to the thin layer of mud at the bottom of the pit.

When the long carp saw a big fat duck coming down from it, they seemed to be very curious, and they all moved their tails and surrounded the duck. The long carp immediately surrounded the duck, but the duck still swam around very happily as if it were a very slippery fish.

The duck folded its wings, and its two webbed feet were like a shuttle, and it tossed back and forth very quickly, and at one time it swam from one corner of the pit to the other, and then it turned up again, and when it saw that the long carp were about to come and stop it, it drilled down from its head, and at once swam to the bottom of the pit.

These long carps were stunned that they didn't plug it. I think this duck is really amazing, so deep in the water, can swim so freely, I am a little envious of this duck.

I heard a sudden rustling sound in the reeds by the willow tree, and I turned my head to look, and the wind was blowing, and it swept over the water, and struck on the reeds, and blew them straight to one side.

The night breeze was very cold, and I stood relatively high, so I always felt that the wind seemed to be very unkind, and it rushed around my side vigorously, and after a while, I felt a chill on my body.

When I looked back at the deep pit under the water, I found that there were only a few long carps, their tails flicking and flicking to the ground, constantly searching for something, and the white duck was gone.

I thought that this duck had come out to breathe and had swam to the water, but I didn't expect that I searched for a long time on the surface of the water, but I didn't find it. If a live duck emerges, there must be a big wave, and if it swims to the side, no matter how fast, it will leave a long drag mark in the water, but there is none.

Strange, where did this duck go? I hurried to the bottom of the water, and at the bottom of the boxy pit, the long carp were stumbling headlessly, but they also hit the bottom of the pit with their tails up and their heads down, making the slurry rise, and the pit was muddy for a while.

I looked down at the coffin that had been moving, but then I found that the coffin was not moving again, and it was well crossed, the same as before. The one at the head of the coffin got into the skull of the long worm, and the long worm also ran away, leaving only two holes in the skull.

It was so strange that I couldn't see it at once, and it all changed immediately. The duck is gone, the worm is gone, but fortunately, the coffin is still there. I looked at the coffin as if I heard a dull sound coming from the coffin.

I looked into the coffin and didn't think anything strange had happened. Originally, there was nothing in the coffin, but at this time, I saw the white duck, who didn't know what was going on, and sat in the coffin very regularly, like a bunch of ducklings.

However, although it seemed calm, I noticed that the small end of the coffin, the long worm that had run away from the skull, was slowly stretching out, and its head was tilted towards the duck.

Obediently, how did this duck run from the bottom of the water to this coffin, I have looked at it several times, at the bottom of the deep pit, there is not even a hole as thick as a needle, this duck is so big, how can it run into the coffin under the layer of sloppy out of thin air.

And this coffin was originally sealed well, solid as gold, how could this duck and the long worm both get into this coffin?

It's strange that all of this happened the moment I turned my head to look at the wind moving the reeds, but it was completely beyond my imagination as a human being.

Although I often see these bizarre things, today this one is far beyond my imagination. A lonely white duck swimming around in the middle of the night, a strange coffin unknown under the deep water, and the long worm that looked like a yellow eel.

I can't figure out why the duck doesn't have to float up for breath after being underwater for so long, and why can the long worm live in this mud and get into a solid coffin?

I really can't figure it out, I stood there, let the wind swish around me, and suddenly in the old graves of the loess piled out of the big pit opposite, there was a green ghost fire coming out, the wind swept by, the ghost fire went away by the wind, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

And I looked at the coffin under the water, but I didn't expect that the duck didn't know what to do, so he nagged the long worm alive and couldn't move, so he lay sideways in the coffin. When I saw it, the worm turned white. And this duck, with its head stretched out and shaking in the coffin, ran to and fro, and did not know what it was doing.

After a long time, the duck suddenly stopped, and turned its head to look at me, as if it could really see me through the layers of water so deep. After I had watched the duck for a long time, I saw that the duck suddenly stretched out its head and moved under its neck, and its mouth began to make a loud noise.

I didn't expect that this cry could penetrate such a thick barrier, and it reached my ears at once, and the quacking sound was simply a little shaky, crisp, loud, and seemed to have a vibrato.

This duck is still not a real duck, how can it be so brilliant, from the first appearance to the present into this coffin, every action makes me a little surprised.

Speaking of which, this is also a duck, why can it be so different, when I thought about it, I looked into the coffin again, but I didn't expect that after the duck called, it lay down, and after a while, it stopped moving, as if it was asleep.

This big pit, the reeds on the side, not far to the west is the brick-burning kiln, and to the south of the brick-burning kiln is the grave lump that was dug up last time when the tree was put and something strange happened.

When I wondered where this duck came from, I heard that on the west road next to the brick kiln, there seemed to be someone walking from north to south, and the sound of the walk was very loud and noisy, as if it was a large group of people.