Riding the Pheonix Chapter 68: Useless

Mr. Yin Yang was shocked.

I glanced at the second master and saw that his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Who prepared the rope?" The second master's voice suppressed his anger, "How dare you be careless about such a big thing!"

The strong servant who prepared the rope quickly begged for mercy: "The young one is in the wrong! Please spare the young master for once."

The second master stared: "Why are you still standing there? Get the rope again."

"Yes."

The new hemp rope was brought over, and several strong servants were wondering while tying it up.

The coffin is heavy, and the coffin is carried on a shelf. You only need to push the movable wooden bars inward and buckle the mechanism to lift it up. Hemp rope was tied around the joints just to make it more stable.

Logically speaking, even if the hemp rope is broken, it will only be tilted and the force will be uneven.

The situation just now seemed like they smashed the coffin first and then broke the hemp rope...

But they didn't dare to say this, they just hoped that there would be no more mistakes and the coffin could be sent up the mountain smoothly.

The hemp ropes were **** again, and the eight people worked together——

The coffin didn't move at all.

The eight people looked at each other and tried their best.

"Hey!"

Still not moving.

The third time I tried my best...

If you can’t lift it, you just can’t lift it!

The second master was furious: "What's going on? Didn't you eat?"

No matter how hard the eight people lifted it, it just wouldn’t move.

One of them shouted: "Master, it's evil! I can't lift it up no matter what."

As soon as he finished speaking, the second master said, "How did you say that?"

This is a funeral! What kind of evil, can you speak?

But this strong servant was a fool and emphasized to him: "Master, I really can't lift it. If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

The second master is so angry! Ask him to carry the coffin? Have you ever had a brain?

"Lift it again! Lift it again!"

The eight people had to try again, but it still didn't work.

The second master had no choice but to look at Mr. Yin and Yang: "What's going on?"

Mr. Yin Yang was also confused.

He has already used the talisman to suppress him, so why would something happen again? Is Mrs. Ming’s grievance so serious? Even so, he refused to leave.

"Don't be angry, sir. I'll try again, try again..."

So we did it again.

In the corner, Ah Wan quietly took another half step back, her fingers almost tearing off her sleeve.

Just now, Mr. Yin and Yang finished the method, the ghosts were pushed off the coffin, and the coffin lid was closed.

But after a while, there was another faint smoke coming from outside.

This smoke was thicker than the previous ones, and when it reached the top of the coffin, it transformed into a white and fat baby spirit.

It arched its head and got into the coffin, and then the rope broke.

Ah Wan saw it now, it was sitting on the coffin, holding something like an egg in its hand, eating slowly...

I don’t know if it was affected by it, but the wandering spirits that had just been expelled gathered again, crowding the top of the coffin.

At this moment, the eight strong servants could not lift it up no matter how hard they lifted it.

Awan lowered her head and glanced at Mingwei.

She had straightened up and looked forward with confusion on her face.

Awan secretly pouted.

What a great performance!

Mr. Yin Yang did it again, but this time it didn’t work.

The infant spirit sat firmly on the coffin, paying no attention to it.

Also, the surrounding ghosts are not affected at all.

Under the glare of the second master, Mr. Yin Yang was sweating profusely, but the apprentice whispered again: "Master, it's so cold here!"

Nonsense! He has the deepest skill here, can you not feel it?

It was cool all around, and there seemed to be a vague wind blowing here and there.

This is about to raise a corpse!

Mr. Yin Yang’s heart dropped.

If I had known that this business would not be successful, it would have meant that the third lady would not be able to live in peace if she died unjustly.

Because he was greedy for the high reward from the Ming family, he took it.

That's good. If Mrs. Mingsan can't carry out the funeral smoothly, his brand over the years will be ruined.

Seeing that the second master's eyes were not kind, he was cruel and called his apprentice: "Bring the knife!"

Mr. Yin Yang took the knife, shook his hand and opened his wrist.

After draining half of the bowl of blood, he started the process again, then put **** into the bowl and used the blood to draw talismans on the coffin.

After half the bowl of blood was used up, eight strong servants tried to carry the coffin again...

"Bang!" The hemp rope broke again.

This is not the end yet.

The long nails that were just driven in actually came out!

Those are the nails in the coffin!

After a breath of silence, a scream rang out. Mr. Yin Yang’s little apprentice shouted: "Ghost!" He turned around and ran away, unable to be caught by others.

……

Mrs. Mingsan has a funeral today, and there are many guests coming to see her off.

Not only relatives and friends, but also those who could come or not and had weak friendships, almost everyone came.

This is of course not for the sake of the Ming family, but out of a subtle psychology.

With so many people seeing what happened yesterday, who in Dongning doesn’t know that Mrs. Mingsan was raped to death by her uncle?

This is what Mr. Ming Er admitted personally!

Such rosy private matters are most likely to arouse public curiosity.

So, in order to watch the excitement, they tacitly agreed that everyone who could come would come.

"Mrs. Weng? I haven't seen you walking outside for a long time." A young woman saw a lady sitting in the funeral shed and stopped to chat.

The lady stood up: "It's Grandma Lu! It's been a long time indeed. I heard that you are not in good health recently, and funerals are a tiring task. Why are you here today?"

"Isn't this a rare opportunity?"

The two looked at each other~IndoMTL.com~ and laughed tacitly.

This Ming family is usually known as a family with a pure family tradition. Now that something like this has happened, why is it not exciting?

My brother-in-law teased my sister-in-law, causing her to die. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how can the Ming family have the nerve to say that they are from a scholarly family? What an embarrassment to Prime Minister Ming!

The two of them got together and talked quietly, starting with Mrs. Ming San, talking about the ridiculous Sixth Master, and then talking about yesterday's incident.

That's weird too. Is this a bad year for the Ming family? It was embarrassing enough that something like this happened, but another corpse was dug up in the garden.

I heard that Miss Mingqi hit a ghost a few months ago. Could it be that Mrs. Mingsan committed suicide because of this?

Maybe it’s just the wronged ghost looking for a substitute...

The two of them were talking and looking at the dim sky, Mrs. Weng asked curiously: "Didn't we just set off the cannon and lift up the coffin? How long has it been? Why haven't you come out yet?"

Hearing what she said, Mrs. Lu was also surprised: "Yes! It only takes a while to carry the coffin. It must be half an hour, right?"

"Could it be..."

The two looked at each other, and it was hard to tell whether they were excited or afraid.

Haunted?

Just when this idea came to mind, I suddenly heard a strange cry from the mourning hall, and someone yelled "Ghost!" and ran out in a hurry.

Huh? Is it really haunted?

Did Mrs. Mingsan fake the corpse?

Because there were so many people, they were not very afraid. Instead, they gathered together and pointed excitedly.

"Who is calling that?"

"This is Mr. Yin Yang's apprentice! Look, he still has a magic weapon in his hand!"

"Mr. Yin Yang's apprentices are so scared! It seems like it is really haunted?"

"Sure enough, he died unjustly. This is because he refuses to rest in peace!"

"Can the funeral be held today?"