Chapter 9278 What’s in the coffin?


Chapter 9278: What’s in the coffin?

The black smoke sprayed out from the coffin was filled with an indescribable stench, as if the coffin contained a coffin full of dead rats!

The smell was so strong and overbearing that even Yang Huazhong and others who opened the coffin had stuffed balls of mugwort into their nostrils beforehand.

The mugwort balls do not block breathing, but can effectively filter the odor inhaled into the nostrils.

But even so, Yang Huazhong and the others were almost suffocated by the stench.

Yang Huaming, who had a bit of a mysophobia in this regard, went off the rails on the spot. He turned around with a cry and ran to the side to retch.

A corner of the coffin lid that he had lifted fell down with a bang.

With the low shouts of the other coffin lid bearers, the coffin lid completely fell off the coffin, smashed into the pit dug next to it, and turned over, with the inside facing up and the front facing down. .

The huge noise here caused several people hiding under the pine trees over there to turn around and look over involuntarily.

It doesn’t matter if you look at it, Yang Yongqing was the first to shout.

"What's up there?"

"Where?"

"Then, then!"

He pointed to the ground and turned over the coffin lid, anxious. The voices were distorted.

"What are those strips on it? Are they long worms?" he shouted again.

It happened that the torches held by Yang Yongjin and the others had not been extinguished yet, so they quickly held them up and moved closer to the coffin lid to take a look.

Yang Huazhong and the others on the coffin side heard the news and came over.

On the inside of the coffin lid illuminated by the firelight, there were long scratches.

When illuminated by the fire, it looks like a long, writhing insect, but in fact, it is not!

“Why are there so many scratches? Could it be that my father came back to life after being buried?”

Yang Yongbai was the first to think of this and expressed his guess in shock.

Everyone's scalp is numb. If that's true, what's the point?

When a living person is buried in such a narrow coffin, the feeling of being suffocated until death, the feeling of being buried deep in the ground, shouting that the sky is not responding, and the earth is not working, can only be in the dark coffin. , smelling the smell of lime powder, wood, tung oil, and papyrus ash, the feeling of slowly waiting for death...

No one dared to think about it anymore!

"Dad! Dad!"

Yang Yongbai suddenly came to his senses and rushed towards the coffin like crazy.

"Boy Bai, you can't go there, you have to avoid it!"

Yang Huazhong shouted towards Yang Yongbai's back, reaching out to catch him back, but it was too late.

Yang Yongbai shouted ‘Dad, Dad! ’ He rushed to the coffin like a gust of wind at his feet.

As mentioned before, the lid of the coffin has been opened, and everything inside the coffin has been exposed to the air.

When Yang Yongbai rushed to the side of the coffin, he held the side of the coffin with both hands and leaned down to call Yang Hualin in the coffin. His voice was filled with tears and became more urgent than the last.

Here, Yang Yongqing looked at Yang Yongbai like that and couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Even if that's true, it's been so many years, how can you still have a breathing father left for you? !”

Yang Yongzhi slapped Yang Yongqing on the back of the head: “Young Master, say a few words. , no one thinks you are dumb!"

Yang Yongqing was about to raise his hand to rub the back of his head, when he suddenly heard Xiao Mo exclaim: "Yongbai, please don't move!"

Everyone focused their attention. Look, it turned out that Yang Yongqing actually bent over and reached into the coffin to lift the shroud inside. Not only Xiaomo Nahan, Yang Huazhong and other elders who were traveling with him also changed their expressions when they saw Yang Yongbai's actions.

When Yang Hualin was buried in the coffin, he had put on a brand new shroud.

Wearing a black hat on his head, his face was covered with several pieces of yellow straw paper.

Then the body will be wrapped in an old black cloth as big as a sheet, and three hemp ropes will be tied to the chest, waist, and ankles.

As for why there are these particularities, no one can explain. Anyway, they are old rules passed down from generation to generation from the older generation.

When it's done, the body is placed in the coffin, lime powder is sprinkled around it, incense and candles are placed, and finally the coffin is sealed and buried.

So at this moment, when everyone saw Yang Yongbai leaning over and reaching into the coffin, they mistakenly thought that he was going to pull away the three hemp ropes wrapped around the body.

But the problem is, after so many years, why does it still require so much effort?

The flesh must have returned to dust long ago. Didn’t you see the black pottery jar with a narrow mouth that Xiaomo brought over? It was used to pick up bones.

In other words, according to common sense, there must be only a few bones left in Yang Hualin's body that cannot be rotted.

"I can't worry about that anymore, let's go over and have a look!" Yang Huazhong sighed and took the lead to follow.

Seeing this, the others also had the courage to follow.

Just when he was still four or five steps away from Yang Yongbai, Yang Yongbai, who was leaning over the coffin to pull out the objects inside, suddenly let out a strange scream of terror.

He shook his hands vigorously, as if something in the coffin was grabbing at him.

Swinging hard, he finally freed his hand from the coffin. He staggered back, and finally fell to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he forgot to get up. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the coffin in front of him in horror. His eyes were so round that they seemed to bulge out of his sockets. The color on his face was also drained from his face. The face is as white as white paper!

"Yongbai, what's wrong? What's going on?"

Yang Huazhong was the first to rush to Yang Yongbai. He squatted down and put his hand on Yang Yongbai's shoulder.

Yang Yongbai, who was still stiff before, suddenly jumped to the ground like a cat that stepped on its tail.

Yang Huazhong was caught off guard and was almost knocked to the ground by the impact of Yang Yongbai's jump.

Fortunately, other people who followed behind helped Yang Huazhong and prevented him from falling.

"Yongbai, what are you doing!" Yang Huaming scolded Yang Yongbai unhappily.

Yang Huazhong raised his hand to stop Yang Huaming's scolding. He glanced at Yang Yongbai and didn't ask anything. Instead, he turned around and slowly approached the coffin with a serious face.

After taking two steps, he suddenly realized something, stopped and turned around and gestured to the others: "Just stand where you are, don't come over!"

Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou all together Step forward, "Third brother, let's go together!"

Blacksmith Luo and Chang Gen also gathered around, and some of them had quietly picked up shovels in their hands.

Xiao Mo also said at this time: "Uncles, please be patient!"

Then, Xiao Mo took out an object that the big guys couldn't understand from his hand. Holding it in his hand, he moved closer to the coffin step by step.

Everyone stayed in their positions, not daring to move even half a step. Everyone held their breath and followed Xiao Mo's body with unblinking eyes.

Although Yang Yongbai is still shaking all over and can't say a complete sentence, the more he does this, the more it arouses other people's curiosity about the contents of the coffin!

(End of this chapter)

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