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 tied it up while wondering.
The coffin is heavy, so the coffin is carried using a built-in frame. You only need to push the movable wooden bars inward and buckle the frame to lift it up. The joints are tied with hemp ropes 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 that the coffin could be sent up the mountain smoothly.
The hemp ropes were tied up 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...
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 carried 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 sect? 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! Asking him to carry the coffin? Have you no brains?
"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 Yang: "What's going on?"
Mr. Yin Yang was also confused.
He had already used the talisman to restrain her, so why would something happen again? Is the grievance of Mrs. Mingsan so serious? She is unwilling to leave even if she is like this.
"Master, don't be angry, I'll try again, try again..."
So I did it again.
In the corner, Ah Wan quietly took another half step back, and her sleeves were almost broken with her fingers.
Just now, Mr. Yin and Yang finished the ritual, 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 one, 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 could see it now, 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 driven away gathered again, crowding the top of the coffin.
Now, the eight strong servants couldn't lift it up no matter how hard they lifted it.
Ah Wan lowered her head and glanced at Mingwei.
She had straightened up and looked ahead with confusion on her face.
Ah Wan secretly pouted.
Acting really well!
Mr. Yin Yang did it again, but it didn't work this time.
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, how can he not feel it?
It was chilly 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 felt cold.
If I had known that this business would not be successful, it would mean that the third lady would not live in peace if she died unjustly.
But he was greedy for the high remuneration offered by the Ming family, so he took it.
This is good. If Mrs. Ming San cannot 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 me the knife!"
Mr. Yin Yang took the knife, shook his hand and slit his wrist.
After draining half the bowl of blood, he started the process again, then put two fingers 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 isn't the end yet.
The long nails that were just driven in actually came out!
Those are the nails in the coffin!
After a moment of silence, a scream rang out, and Mr. Yin-Yang's little apprentice shouted: "Ghost!" He turned around and ran away, unable to be caught by anyone else.
…
Mrs. Mingsan has a funeral today, and there are many guests coming to see her off.
Not only relatives and friends, but also those people who could come or not and whose friendships were not strong, almost all came.
Of course, this is not for the Ming family's own sake, 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 acknowledged by Mr. Ming Er himself!
Such rosy sex stories are most likely to arouse the curiosity of the public.
So, in order to watch the fun, they tacitly came to see everyone they could.
"Mrs. Weng? I haven't seen you walking around outside for a long time." A young woman saw a lady sitting in the funeral shed and stopped to chat.
The lady stood up and said: "It's Grandma Lu! It's been a long time indeed. I heard that you are not in good health recently. Funerals are a tiring thing. Why are you here today?"
"Isn't this a rare opportunity?"
The two looked at each other 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 isn't it exciting?
My brother-in-law teased his 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? It’s such 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.
It's strange. Is this a bad year for the Ming family? It's already embarrassing enough that something like this happened, but another corpse was dug up in the garden.
I heard that Miss Mingqi had hit a ghost a few months ago. Could it be that Mrs. Mingsan committed suicide because of this?
Maybe the enemy is 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 panic.
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's calling?"
"This is Mr. Yin Yang's apprentice! Look, he still has a magic weapon in his hand!"
"Mr. Yin Yang's apprentices are all so scared! It seems like it's really haunted?"
"Sure enough, he died unjustly. This is because he refuses to rest in peace!"