Burial alive (16)

I took the plastic bag and took a look inside. It was a little damp, and when I touched it with my hands, it still felt a little sticky. I didn’t care so much and said to Mr. Gao: “This is called covering the spirit, and it’s made from the bottom of the tomb.

It will be easier to dig out the coffin later."

Mr. Gao looked at me suspiciously and said, "No, I've buried a lot of coffins. Why haven't I heard this?"

"You'll know when we dig the coffin later!" I laughed, took out some gravel from the plastic bag, made three bows to the east, then turned around and scattered it on the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, I took out the previous porcelain bowl and placed it in the center of the coffin lid, next to the bamboo tube. I put three pieces of yellow paper inside and some gravel, and then asked Mr. Gao and the others to start adding more.

mud.

After a lot of effort, the coffin was finally covered with soil, leaving only a bamboo tube exposed for Wang Jie to breathe inside.

After doing all this, I looked at my phone. The time was 5:57. Then I looked at the horizon. I could vaguely see the shadow of the sun, but it didn't come out. I exhaled and sat weakly on the ground, lost to the Eight Immortals.

He passed a cigarette and said, "We have basically done everything we should do. Whether we live or die depends on Wang Jie's life."

The Eight Immortals didn't say anything, just sat on the ground smoking a cigarette. At this time, Yang Yan lit a cigarette and came over, sat down next to me, looked at me doubtfully, and said, "Chen Eight Immortals, I see your

There seems to be something wrong with my hand, is it broken?" As he said that, he pointed to my left hand.

I nodded and didn't intend to hide it, so I said: "When I was going uphill, the coffin broke under the pressure. I was afraid of delaying the good time, so I didn't dare to say anything. Now I can finally rest for a while. Doctor Yang, please check for me. Is there anything wrong?"

What first aid measures can you take? Relieve some pain for me first, wait until the coffin is dug out, and then go to the hospital in town."

Hearing what I said, his face hardened, he picked up my left hand, looked at it, and said angrily: "How can there be a patient like you who has dislocated his arm for so long without saying a word? If you delay any longer, I think your hand is...

It’s useless, hurry to the hospital now, there’s still time to pick her up.”

I gave up and said: "Just relieve me some pain. We have to dig out the coffin before we go to the hospital. It's my working time now. I have to be responsible for the coffin and the 'dead'. How can I leave halfway?"

?Can you alleviate some of the pain? Just give me a few words. Why do you need so much grinding and moaning? No wonder you like to wear white panties. She turns out to be a transvestite."

If you are honest, you can't control your mouth. Fortunately, I'm smart enough to change the word "shrew" that comes to my mouth into something charming. Otherwise, if I say the word "shrew" out of my mouth, I have no doubt that my right hand will be useless.

, this poisonous girl is really moody, just like the weather in June, it changes at any time.

"Shit, can you temporarily relieve the pain? Just one sentence will do. Damn it, how can there be so much nonsense." I was a little angry. I would have gone to the hospital if I could. Why do I need to suffer here? Who doesn't want to protect themselves?

arm.

"Holy crap, I'm your future husband? Stop teasing me!" I ignored her words and jumped up from the ground. This shrew will really be my wife from now on, and I will be my future husband.

Life, is that even called life? To describe it as "water deep and hot", I feel like those four words are tainted.

In the last sentence, I deliberately provoked Yang Yan. There are some people who you have to provoke. This Yang Yan is a master of provoking generals. As for going to the hospital, I really don’t have time to go. I will need to dig out the coffin later.

There are many rituals and if one step is not completed, this living burial will be in vain.

After saying that, he pressed my arm a few times, and the pain was relieved. It was not as painful as before, but I could not move my left arm. I smiled and said thank you to him. He did not say anything and just sat aside and twitched.

Smoking.

After listening to my words, Yang Yan was silent for a while, looked at my arm and said, "I am the director of the Department of Neurology, not an orthopedic surgeon. There is nothing I can do but prevent the meridians near your arm from touching the bones!"

What she said aroused my interest. A few days ago, Granny Qiao said something to her in the hospital, and she immediately blushed. I had been looking for a chance to ask her, but I didn't expect that she brought it up now, so I asked her.

: "Grandma Qiao shouldn't have just said this to you that day, right? What else did she say? To make such a charming girl like you blush?"

However, the pain in my arm is really unbearable. I was busy with the burial and didn't pay much attention to it. Now I'm resting. This pain is really not something that ordinary people can endure.

Mud, it hurt like hell. I couldn't help but take a breath. I had no choice but to light a cigarette and take a deep breath to ease the pain.

Joyce had been standing nearby watching Yang Yan and I's movements, not knowing what we were thinking. Seeing that we fell silent, she sat on the other side of me, looked at me for a while, then reached out and patted me hard on the shoulder.

He took the picture and said, "Yes, my grandma was right. Master Jiu is a real man."

"Are you crazy? Your arm is dislocated like this and you still can't say it. Do you don't want this hand anymore?" As he said this, Yang Yan didn't know if he was still pressing the dislocated part on purpose or not.

For a moment.

"You must be discerning!" She glared at me, slowly raised her head, looked at the sky, her tone was a little sad, and murmured: "Grandma said you are my future husband, but I am a Miao woman who can use poison.

Most of the men who marry are missing arms and legs, and I'm afraid you will also have broken arms and legs in the future."

Now, it is my job to save Wang Jie, and I must do my best. Even if my arm is broken, I will not let others gossip. Because I am the Eight Immortals and represent the few coffin bearers in China.

I can't be sorry for the owner's money, my own conscience, or the industry of coffin bearers. Others can look down on me, but I must be worthy of this industry. Don't ask me why, just because I am the Eight Immortals.

But I really don’t have time now. I know what is more important than an arm or a human life. If someone is going to die, it has nothing to do with me. Whether to save or not, it all depends on my mood.

In our area, men in most places are somewhat chauvinistic, and I am no exception. I always dream of marrying a wife who is neither beautiful nor ugly, gentle and pleasant, and live a life of love between a man and a woman.

This Joyce is okay in terms of appearance, even better than those girls in advertisements on TV, but with this temperament, I don’t see any trace of gentleness at all. At least she has never been gentle to me. She was so weird as soon as we met.

Kick me to the root of my life.

If I marry her in the future, I won't be his son. I can beat him whenever I want and scold me whenever I want. I don't have any dignity as a man. This is unacceptable to me who is a bit of a chauvinist.

In an instant, I felt that I was not only sorry for myself, but also sorry for the parents who gave me birth and raised me. Even my eighteenth generation ancestors felt sorry for them. It was so embarrassing.
Chapter completed!