Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9264 What's in the coffin?
The black smoke from the coffin contained an indescribable stench, like a coffin full of dead mice!

The smell was strong and overbearing. Even Yang Huazhong and others who opened the coffin had stuffed wormwood balls into their nostrils beforehand.

The wormwood balls do not block the breath, but also can effectively filter the odor inhaled into the nostrils.

But even so, Yang Huazhong and the others were almost suffocated by the stench.

Yang Huaming, who was a bit of a clean freak in this respect, even went off the rails on the spot, turned his head and ran to the side with a groan, and retched.

The corner of the coffin lid that he had lifted earlier also fell down with a bang.

Accompanied by the low cries of the other coffin lid bearers, the coffin lid completely fell off the coffin and fell into the earth pit dug beside it. It was also turned over, with the inside facing up and the front facing down.

The loud noise here made several people avoiding under the pine tree over there involuntarily turn around and look over.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, Yang Yongqing was the first to call out when he saw it.

"What's on it?"

"where?"

"That, that!"

He pointed to the overturned coffin lid on the ground, his voice distorted in anxiety.

"What are those strips? Are they long worms?" He shouted again.

It just so happened that the torches Yang Yongjin and the others were holding had not been extinguished, so they hurriedly held them and moved closer to the coffin lid to have a look.

Yang Huazhong and the others at the coffin's side also heard the news.

I saw long scratches on the inside of the coffin lid under the light of the fire.

When illuminated by the fire, it looks like a writhing long worm, but in fact, it is not!

"Why are there so many scratches? Could it be that my father came back to life after he was buried?"

Yang Yongbai was the first to think of this, and he expressed his guess in shock.

Everyone's scalps were also numb, if that's the case, then it's okay?
When a living person is buried in such a narrow coffin, the feeling of suffocation to death, the feeling of being buried deep in the ground, screaming that every day should not be heard, that the earth is not working, can only be in the dark coffin, smelling lime powder and The smell of wood, tung oil, papyrus ash, the feeling of slowly waiting to die...

No one dared to think about it anymore!
"Father! Father!"

Yang Yongbai suddenly came back to his senses, he ran towards the coffin like crazy.

"Boy boy, you can't go there, you have to avoid it!"

Yang Huazhong yelled at Yang Yongbai's back, reaching out his hand to catch him back, but it was too late.

Yang Yongbai called out 'Daddy, Daddy! 'He rushed to the coffin like a gust of wind under his feet.

As I said before, the lid of the coffin has been opened, and everything inside the coffin has long been exposed to the air.

When Yang Yongbai rushed to the side of the coffin, he supported the side of the coffin with both hands, and bent down to call Yang Hualin in the coffin, his voice was crying, and his voice became more urgent.

Here, Yang Yongqing looked at Yang Yongbai like that, couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Even if that's the case, it's been so many years, how can there be a panting father for you!"

Yang Yongzhi patted the back of Yang Yongqing's head: "You don't say a few words, no one will think you are dumb!"

Yang Yongqing was about to raise his hand to rub the back of his head when he suddenly heard Xiao Mo exclaim: "Yongbai don't move!"

Everyone took a closer look, and it turned out that it was Yang Yongqing who bent over and reached into the coffin to remove the shroud inside.

Not only Xiaomo Nasha, but Yang Huazhong and his fellow elders also changed expression when they saw Yang Yongbai's actions.

When Yang Hualin was buried in the coffin, he had put on a brand new shroud.

He wears a black hat on his head, and several sheets of yellow papyrus cover his face.

Then on the outside, a black old cloth the size of a bed sheet was used to wrap the corpse, and three hemp ropes were tied around the chest, waist, and ankles of both feet.

As for why there are these particularities, no one can explain clearly, anyway, it is the old rules passed down from generation to generation from the older generation.

After finishing the work, put the body in the coffin, sprinkle lime powder around it, put incense candles and so on, and finally seal the coffin and bury it.

So at this moment, when the big guys saw Yang Yongbai leaning over and reaching into the coffin, they mistakenly thought that he was going to tear off the three hemp ropes wrapped around the corpse.

But the question is, after so many years, where does it still take so much effort?
The body must have returned to dust long ago. Didn’t you see the black pottery jar that Xiao Mo brought over? It was used to pick up bones.

In other words, according to common sense, there must be only a few bones left in Yang Hualin's body.

"I can't care so much, let's go and have a look!" Yang Huazhong sighed, and took the lead to follow.

Seeing this, the others bravely followed.

When there were still four or five steps away from Yang Yongbai, suddenly, Yang Yongbai, who was leaning over the coffin to pick up the objects inside, suddenly let out a strange cry of horror.

He shook his hands violently, as if something in the coffin was grabbing him.

He shook it vigorously, and finally broke his hand out of the coffin. The person also staggered back, and finally fell to the ground.

After falling down on the ground, he even forgot to get up, but raised his head and stared at the coffin in front of him in horror, his eyes were rounded, as if they were about to protrude from their sockets, and the blood on his face faded from fright. The face is as white as white paper!
"Yongbai, what's the matter? What's going on?"

Yang Huazhong was the first to rush to Yang Yongbai, he squatted down and just put his hand on Yang Yongbai's shoulder.

Yang Yongbai, who was still stiff before, suddenly jumped up on the ground like a cat that stepped on its tail.

Yang Huazhong was caught off guard, and was almost knocked to the ground by the impact of Yang Yongbai's jump.

Fortunately, other people who followed behind supported Yang Huazhong, so he didn't fall down.

"Yongbai, what are you doing!" Yang Huaming scolded Yang Yongbai very unhappy.

However, Yang Huazhong raised his hand to stop Yang Huaming's scolding. He glanced at Yang Yongbai's appearance, didn't ask anything, but turned around, and slowly approached the coffin with a serious expression.

After walking two steps, he suddenly realized something, stopped and turned around and gestured to the others: "Stay where you are, don't come over!"

Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou stepped forward together, "Third brother, let's go together!"

Blacksmith Luo, Chang Gen and the others also gathered around, and some of them had quietly picked up the shovel in their hands.

Xiao Mo also said at this time: "Uncles, be safe and don't be impatient!"

Then, Xiao Mo took out an object that the big guy couldn't understand and held it in his hand, and approached the coffin step by step.

Everyone stayed in their positions, not daring to move half a step, and everyone held their breath, following Xiao Mo's body without blinking.

Although Yang Yongbai was still trembling until now, unable to utter a complete sentence, but the more he was like this, the more curious people were about what was in the coffin!

(End of this chapter)