Chapter 1969 The Gathering of the Eight Immortals (51)

Han Qiu's words undoubtedly confirmed Uncle Huang's death.

In an instant, my face darkened.

Ma De, this Yuan Qingtian really wants all of us to die here!

I cursed secretly. I didn't have time to scold Yuan Qingtian for the time being. My current task was to rescue Han Qiu and Zhuge Qingming, and to retrieve Uncle Huang's body.

And Huang Hao was already in a state of collapse, sobbing non-stop.

"Huang Hao, cry, cry, there's no point in crying! Bring up Uncle Huang's body first, and then avenge your father!" I was also anxious, and yelled, and immediately began to look at the entire hall.

In this situation, the only way to rescue them is to find a rope and pull them up.

Fortunately, I was pretty lucky. I just took a quick look and found a dragon rope on the left side of the coffin. I walked over, fearing that it was a trap deliberately left by Yuan Qingtian, so I pulled hard.

The dragon rope is quite strong.

"Huang Hao, come here to find a tree stump!" I shouted to Huang Hao.

This feeling is very strange, like a premonition, but not like a premonition, and cannot be expressed in words at all.

To be honest, I have no idea at all, and I have no idea how deep it is down here.

"Can you touch the dragon rope?" I bent down and shouted from below.

The reason is very simple. At He Lao's age, he can no longer do physical work.

"Brother Ninth!" He turned around suddenly and hugged my thigh, "My dad's biggest hope in this life is that I can make a difference. I...I...I haven't made a difference yet. Why is he gone? How is he gone?

ah!"

"Okay!" Zhuge Qingming's voice came over.

"Palace Master, it's ready!" It was Zhuge Qingming's voice.

The wind hit the face, which was extremely painful, giving people the feeling of a knife in the wind.

He said: "Palace Master, I don't know what's going on. It seems like a sinister wind is chasing us."

"Zhuge Qingming, Han Qiu, this time, you two come up together." In desperation, I had no choice but to shout down.

At that moment, Huang Hao and I moved the tree stump and threw the dragon rope down.

But, I don’t know what’s going on because of the two of us. I just feel that the dragon rope is extremely heavy!

The diameter of this tree stump is about thirty centimeters, and its length is about two meters.

But I didn't refuse the coffin bearer.

"Okay!" Han Qiu and Zhuge Qingming responded at the same time.

There's something down here!

Why is there such a strange wind?

"Palace Master, it's okay, you are responsible for pulling up while we run up!" Zhuge Qingming's voice came over.

Is a sinister wind chasing them?

This is wrong!

"Ah!" I exclaimed.

"Huang Hao, help pull up your father's body." I said softly, and then asked down, "Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in my heart.

But, it's different with this tree stump. Even if something happens to us above, it won't be a big problem with the dragon rope around.

I took a rough look at the entrance of the hole, and it was about one to six meters wide. I put a two-meter tree stump up there, and it should be a problem.

I took the tree stump from his hand, tied one end of the dragon rope to the middle of the tree stump, and asked Huang Hao to help me move the tree stump to the entrance of the cave.

In less than a moment, the dragon rope began to shake, probably tying up Uncle Huang's body.

When Huang Hao saw the dragon rope shaking, he burst into tears and kept sobbing without making a sound.

In less than a moment, the three of us pulled up Uncle Huang's body. After a lot of work, we finally got Uncle Huang's body ready and placed it on the side of the mourning hall. Finally, I took off another piece of clothing and covered it with the body.

Uncle Huang's face.

While I was pulling the dragon rope, I looked towards Huang Hao and the others, and found that they seemed to be in the same situation as me.

"Quick, work harder." I shouted and used my hands again.

I cursed secretly, how could I care so much, and pulled it with all my strength. Huang Hao and the coffin bearer also saw that the situation was not optimistic, so they started to pull with all their strength.

I patted his shoulder and whispered: "Huang Hao, I believe that if your father were alive, he would never want to see you like this."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: "First tie Uncle Huang's body to the dragon rope and bring it up."

Without any hesitation, I quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it up. Huang Hao also came to help. As for Mr. He and the coffin bearer from the Zhuge family, they had already appeared beside me.

It probably took less than a minute, but I could already see Zhuge Qingming's head.

The two of them responded from below.

"Huang Hao, come here and help." I shouted to Huang Hao who was kneeling on the ground.

I immediately threw the rope over. After probably less than a few seconds, I quickly asked, "Are you ready?"

As for the injuries on Uncle Huang's body, I didn't have time to see them at all, because I vaguely felt that someone was coming at the entrance of the village.

Mr. He originally wanted to help, but I stopped him.

The reason why I wanted to find a tree stump to put on it was because I was worried that something might go wrong below, or that we might encounter some unexpected situation above, which would cause the dragon rope to slip.

Did you encounter that kind of thing?

Normally, the two of them are not fat, just medium-sized. The combined weight of the two of them definitely does not exceed 300 kilograms, but now the force we are pulling on feels like it weighs nearly a thousand kilograms.

The length of this dragon rope is only less than six meters. In addition, I just tied a knot on the tree stump, and the remaining dragon rope is probably only a little more than five meters.

Impossible!

I didn't say anything, but with all my strength, I started to pull the rope, and Huang Hao and the coffin bearer did the same.

"good!"

There is nothing we can do about it. If Yuan Qingtian and others really show up at the entrance of the village, the time it takes to get from the entrance to the mourning hall is only enough for us to pull the rope once.

He probably woke up from my scolding, so he ran outside without saying a word. In less than a minute, he came back, carrying a tree stump in his hand.

The weirdest thing is that every time I pull it up a little, I can clearly feel some kind of wind blowing up from below.

Madhu, what's going on?

At that moment, I quickly shouted to Zhuge Qingming, "What's going on below?"

He wiped his eyes and walked over quickly.

I know very well that once this happens, my expression of grief will only irritate Huang Hao even more.

The moment I finished speaking, a gloomy voice came over, "Chen Jiu, you are so elegant, are you still playing tug-of-war?"

As soon as I heard this, I felt as if my whole body was being roasted on a fire. This was not because of anger, but because I felt that the aura of the entire mourning hall seemed to have changed and became extremely depressed.

Damn, what's going on?

I cursed secretly, and then I felt a sense of collapse in my limbs, and the dragon rope in my hand slipped out involuntarily.

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