"I say there is help. But if we delay for a little longer, I'm afraid there will be no way to save it."
Yun Qian looked forward, still neither happy nor angry, as if he was just stating an insignificant fact.
Those people were also frightened by her, but they still looked at her with doubts. If Yun Qian could really save people, it would be great. But what if...
It is very unlucky to open the coffin of a dead person.
Just when they were hesitating, Yun Qian raised her sleeves and lifted the coffin. Then, amid everyone's different expressions, she jumped onto the top of the coffin.
"Ah! She..."
"Don't let her pass!"
"Stop her quickly! Quickly!"
For a time, the originally neat team of crying souls became a mess because of Yun Qian alone.
Yun Qian seemed not to hear the sounds around her. At this time, she was standing directly in front of the coffin, looking intently at the person lying inside, with a rare seriousness on her young face.
The people who came to stop her seemed to be shocked by her aura. They stopped one after another and stared blankly at her moving her fingers towards the people inside. Then, they saw a gray-black line visible to the naked eye.
The thin thread floated out, wandering far away, and finally fell into Yun Qian's hand.
When the thin gray-black thread settled, she grasped it at an extremely fast speed and put it away. The whole process was done in one go.
After doing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
This scene was indeed too spooky for the villagers who had never seen much of the world. If they hadn't heard some sounds coming from the coffin not long after, they would have really suspected that Yun Qian had used some sorcery, and vice versa.
To arrest her.
At first, some people just looked at the unclosed coffin and did not dare anyone to come forward to take a look. It was not until after waiting for a while that a hand slowly stretched out from the inside. Everyone was so frightened that their expressions changed and they stepped back several times.
step.
On the other hand, the pharmacist from before had a trace of suspicion in his eyes and walked over boldly.
"Master Liao."
Someone shouted, but no one dared to come forward. The old man ignored him, but glanced at Yun Qian. Seeing that Yun Qian was still standing there with a calm expression, he couldn't help but believe what Yun Qian said before.
In order to confirm his suspicion, he continued walking forward.
This time, no one made any sound. Everyone was watching every move of the old man attentively, fearing that if there was any slight movement, these people would scatter and flee.
The old man walked straight to the coffin. Only then did his expression change. Although he had not yet touched the person inside, he could already tell that the person had regained his vitality.
People are really saved.
He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he remembered that this person was still a little weak, and staying inside would affect his recovery, so he hurriedly turned around. Everyone was shocked by his actions again. Except for the immediate family members of the deceased, everyone else was already nervous.
My legs ran away, as if there was some savage beast behind me.
Naturally, the old man was not in the mood to care about this. After calming down his excitement, he said: "Why are you still standing there? The person is not dead yet. Do you want to bury the person alive?"
The family members of the deceased were frightened by these words, and no one came over for a long time. When the old man got angry, he simply went over and helped the people inside out.
However, he was old and frail after all, and when he was only halfway up, he was unable to carry on, and he almost fell in with him.
The person in the coffin couldn't help but grunted after being thrown so hard. It was this grunt that was heard by those with sharper ears. A little boy ran over regardless of his mother's pull.
He was younger and not tall, so he could only hold the coffin and jump up to look inside. As he jumped, he shouted: "Dad, how are you? Mom, I just heard it. It was dad's voice. Dad is not dead."
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The little boy's voice was a little excited. The woman was stunned at first, and then ran to the coffin.
The man inside is still pale, perhaps because he is too burdened to look like a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is wearing a fairly neat 'cloth', perhaps a 'dead man'.
Later, his family put it on for him, and his whole body was covered by the cloth. Except for his face, he could only see a pair of hands covered with calluses and knife marks.
The man still had his eyes closed at this time, and except for the slight rise and fall of his chest, it was no different from before.
But this is enough for them.
"Mom, come and see, Brother Feng is really alive."
The woman's face was full of tears. Years of hard life had made her indestructible. Except for the people and things she valued most, nothing else could defeat her.
This man is her husband. Although their life is difficult, they are still loving each other for so many years. Who would have thought that one day one of them would die earlier than the other.
