Chapter 6175 Magic Weapon
"Mrs. Luo, can I give you my hammer?" an enthusiastic villager asked, handing over the hammer in his hand.
Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly at him and shook her head: "Thank you, no need."
She slowly pulled out the Moye Sword in her hand...
People around have different expressions.
What are you going to do with a long, thin sword that can't dig through a slab of stone that can't be dug with a hoe, a shovel, or an axe?
I had heard earlier that General Luo was brave and good at fighting, and Mrs. Luo also wielded a sword, but in the eyes of these villagers, no matter how well a woman danced with a sword, she was just showing off her fists and embroidered legs, just like the opera singers on the stage. Like a glamorous lady, she can dazzle with a red-tasseled gun, but isn't she still weak in reality?
Except for Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongzhi, everyone else had the same thoughts swirling in their minds.
But they only dare to think about these contemptuous thoughts in their hearts. Anyone who dares to show it on their face is seeking death.
As a result, just as these thoughts struck their hearts, a cold light suddenly flashed.
Like a bolt of lightning, the indestructible stone slab under my feet made an unbearable 'click' sound, and a long gap cracked open. The broken stone slab was still steaming white, as if it had just been cut with a kitchen knife. It looked like a piece of steaming tofu.
"Wow, split it? Just split it with a sword? This is amazing!"
"Mrs. Luo is so powerful, and this sword is even more of a magic weapon! "
"..."
After a brief shock, everyone was excited. Pairs of golden eyes were looking at the Moye Sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, so much so that it was dug open. The stone slabs were temporarily ignored by them.
Yang Ruoqing had long expected that as long as the Moye Sword was exposed, it would have such an effect. There was no other way, who made this legendary sword so awesome!
I was secretly enjoying the feeling of pretentiousness, but my face was calm and calm as I directed them to move the broken stone slabs away.
Everyone was a little scared when they entered this stone chamber. After all, Li Dashan used this stone chamber to do evil things in the past. I don’t know how many innocent lives died here. It may have been more than ten years. The resentment has not gone away yet.
Now, seeing the divine sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, they suddenly felt confident. Plus there were many people, so they were even less afraid.
One by one, they rolled up their sleeves and started working. Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongzhi also joined the camp.
Li Jia quickly pulled Yang Huazhong back and said, "Yang Lizheng, just let their young people do the work. We will keep an eye on it."
Several village elders also stood behind Li Jia with their hands folded and nodded along. , as a village elder, you should be lazy when you should be lazy, otherwise, what are you using your prestige and status for?
Yang Huazhong's behavior style and psychological understanding of the position of Li Zheng are obviously different from them.
"One more person will give me more strength, and I can move the slate away earlier. Anyway, I am idle!"
After saying this, he returned and followed They worked enthusiastically together.
Li Jia and several village elders looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Li Jia couldn't save his face and said: "The uncles are too old to stop moving. I will help you."
"Okay, Li Jia, you represent Let us old guys move a few more pieces of gravel." The village elder with the black tumor on his mouth waved his hand and ordered.
Li Jia silently greeted all the women in the village, but with a broad smile on his face, he nodded and turned around and ran to Yang Huazhong: "Yang Lizheng, let me help you carry it together." ..."
There is strength in numbers, and soon, a large piece of stone slab was lifted aside by the combined efforts of everyone.
A vermilion coffin appeared in front of everyone.
"Coffin!"
"Dead man!"
"My mother is so scary!"
The villagers who had been so arrogant and high-spirited before were disturbed by the sudden appearance of the coffin. They were so frightened that they hurriedly hid to the side, huddled in the corner and looked from a distance.
Some of them were even more courageous and even ran to the door of the stone room, crossing one leg outside the door and leaving the other inside. They could neither control their fear nor their curiosity.
Yang Ruoqing didn't move an inch, her eyes looking back and forth at the coffin made of vermilion wood with a gold-plated word "Longevity" written on the top. "Qing'er..."
Yang Huazhong bravely came to Yang Ruoqing, "It's unlucky to dig out a coffin here, why don't we go out first?"
Yang Ruoqing Turn around quite a bit He looked at Yang Huazhong strangely, "Dad, we have dug out the coffin, why do we just throw it away half-finished?"
Yang Huazhong looked confused, "Then...then what are you going to do?" ”
Yang Ruoqing said calmly: "Of course it's time to open the coffin!"
"Open the coffin?"
Yang Huazhong, Li Jia and several village elders standing behind him heard this Yang Ruoqing was frightened again by these words.
The level of shock was no less than when I saw the coffin just now.
Li Jia also hurriedly came up to persuade: "Mrs. Luo, there are many things to pay attention to when opening a coffin, such as time, horoscopes, and the zodiac sign of the person who opened the coffin. People with conflicting hours next to you must avoid..."
"Crack!"
Li Jia's words stopped abruptly.
The coffin lid in front of me was split into two, slowly cracking, and then falling off.
And Yang Ruoqing was slowly reinserting the sword into the scabbard.
Li Jia was stunned, and everyone was dumbfounded.
This night, seeing Mrs. Luo saying very little and following Yang Lizheng quietly, I originally thought she had a soft temper.
I didn’t expect him to be so domineering, willful, and tough, with no regard for the rules and particularities of his ancestors.
Violently opened the coffin without even saying hello.
"Li Lizheng, don't panic, the rules are set by people. It's not that I disrespect the deceased, but I am forced by the situation. I believe that the deceased in the coffin will be considerate."
Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly at Li Jia and said calmly.
Only when you have enough food, warm clothes, and peace and prosperity can you have the leisure and leisure to pay attention to this rule and that rule.
In the age of war, when people were starved of food and separated from their flesh and blood, people lived extremely wanton and rough lives, completely following the laws of the jungle.
Especially for a person like her who has been through blood, who has carried countless lives on her hands in this life, how can she still be afraid of those?
Li Jia smiled bitterly and nodded gently, saying nothing more.
Don’t blame me if I just think about the deceased silently in my heart. If I want to blame Mrs. Luo, she is the most powerful official here. Everyone listens to her. She is the boss...
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"Boom!"
"Boom!"
With two deafening coffin boards hitting the ground, a layer of white mist splashed on the ground.
This white mist was emitted by dust mixed with some antiseptic materials in the coffin. Yang Ruoqing smelled a familiar smell inside, which was a bit pungent. In her previous life, the thing was called lime powder.
In her previous life, she had lived in the mountainous area of southern Anhui for more than a year under the disguise of being a teaching supporter in order to carry out a mission, and had seen many local customs.
(End of this chapter)