Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9265 Is it my father?

Xiao Mo also cautiously approached the open coffin.

At this time, although the night has receded, the sky is white, and the distant horizon gradually reveals a ray of light, which is a sign that the sun is about to rise.

Even in the village, at this hour, many hardworking farmers have already got up and went to the fields to do farm work.

By the pond at the entrance of the village, there are always a few scattered village women with clubs, beating their clothes covered with yellow mud and sweat...

The chickens and ducks, which had been locked up all night, were released from their cages, clucking and running happily in the yard.

Lao Wang first waited for a few old men and old ladies who got up early to pick up excrement. Maybe they were fighting with each other for a pile of dog excrement on the road at the entrance of the village.

However, in the depths of the magnificent Mianniu Mountain in Weiluan, near this dense forest, although the light has gradually brightened, the surroundings are still hazy, and the most important thing is that it is strangely quiet here.

"Second brother, third brother, the feeling of my scalp exploding from before is coming again!"

Yang Yongqing quietly spoke to the two elder brothers beside him.

This time, Yang Yongzhi didn't hit him, nor did he yell at him to stop talking nonsense.

On the contrary, Yang Yongzhi rubbed his arm subconsciously, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his arm unconsciously.

Yang Yongjin beside him also had a stern expression. He quietly asked Yang Yongbai: "What did you see just now? Why are you so scared?"

Yang Yongbai still shook his head, staring straight at the coffin in front of him, unable to say a word.

At this time, silence is better than sound, the more Yang Yongbai is like this, Yang Yongjin, and other people beside him feel the seriousness of the situation.

Da Mo also listened to Xiao Mo's arrangement and stood still, not daring to move. Everyone had a premonition in their hearts that there must be something wrong in the coffin.

Everyone is an outsider when it comes to dealing with such evil things, and only Xiao Mo is an expert.

So everyone didn't go forward to make trouble for Xiao Mo, but just stayed in place and waited for Xiao Mo's investigation.

But Da Mo couldn't help telling Xiao Mo in a low voice: "Brother, be careful!"

Xiao Mo had already reached the side of the coffin, all his attention was on the coffin in front of his sight, and he had no time to respond to Da Mo's instructions.

Da Mo didn't make any noise, so as not to disturb Xiao Mo.

After Xiao Mo got to the side of the coffin, he first burned the talisman between his fingers and threw it into the coffin, and then went forward to look at the things in the coffin.

From the standpoint of everyone standing, they couldn't actually see the scene inside the coffin, but they could clearly see the change in Xiao Mo's expression.

They saw consternation on Xiao Mo's face.

After a short moment of astonishment, Xiao Mo took out a mahogany sword from his wide sleeve, and cautiously poked it into the coffin.

There was a rustling sound from inside the coffin.

The sound seemed to be picking up the ropes of the corpse with a mahogany sword.

But at this time, Yang Yongbai finally returned to his place, and he suddenly said: "Before, I touched a hand before, and it could still move!"

Everyone gasped!
However, he had only taken half of the cold breath, and Xiao Mo over there suddenly let out a low cry: "No, this is a bad thing!"

Yang Huazhong and the others were all shocked.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?" Yang Huazhong looked at the coffin in front of him with a complicated expression, and then went to Xiao Mo again.

Xiao Mo looked solemn, but he called the others to come to the coffin to have a look together.

"Look, Second Uncle Yang's body has not been destroyed, which is not a good thing!" Xiao Mo said.

Under the call of Xiao Mo, the big guys bravely came to the side of the coffin. They really saw the glorious facade, the shroud was torn in several places, and the hemp rope binding the shroud was also loose. fell off.

Where it fell off, the shroud fell apart, revealing a tattered black cloth inside.

The black cloth showed that the shroud on Yang Hualin's body was rotten. Under the rotten cloth, it was not the white skeleton left after the rot, but a plump body!

Yes, several years have passed, and according to normal calculations, within the first six months, the corpse in this coffin will swell and swell.

If you opened the coffin at that time, you would find that it was like a bathtub full of water.

It's just that this container is a coffin, and the container is not filled with water, but corpse fluid.

The stinky kind!
After a year or so, the corpse fluid gradually melted into the soil, and under the action of various microorganisms, the skin and flesh began to further decompose, and finally returned to the dust and became part of the soil.

Only a pair of hard-to-decompose bones remain.

Only in this way can the sentence be truly fulfilled, ashes return to ashes, and human beings are the product of nature. They come from nature and will eventually return to nature, becoming a link in this ecological cycle.

But at this moment, what did everyone see?

"Xiao Mo, what, what's going on?" Yang Huazhong was dumbfounded.

"Why does my second brother seem to be still there?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Xiao Mo didn't reply Yang Huazhong's question immediately, but used the mahogany sword in his hand to completely remove the broken shroud from Yang Hualin's body under the eyes of everyone.

Then, Yang Hualin's original appearance was completely exposed to everyone's sight.

The Yang Huazhong brothers were all dumbfounded.

One by one stared at the man lying in the coffin with jaw-dropping expressions, feeling as if they would be reunited after a long absence.

That feeling is like a lifetime away!
"Oh my god, what's going on? Why is the second brother still the same? This, it's as if he fell asleep!"

"Yeah, the flesh on this face is not shriveled, it seems, it seems to have gained a little weight!"

Brothers Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou carefully looked at the man lying in the coffin, feeling chills all over his body, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.

Yang Yongbai bit the bullet and came to the coffin again. He couldn't believe in his dreams that he could see the complete face of his old father again in his lifetime!

To be honest, when the old father left, he was not very old.

These years have passed, and my father's face is gradually blurred in memory. Now, in front of me, this middle-aged man with his eyes closed, who seems to be asleep, is his father.

Yang Yongbai feels kind and strange, the kind of intimacy that blood is thicker than water makes him want to rush to hug his father's body and cry loudly. This feeling of exhaustion when you have nowhere to go but still have to pretend to be strong in front of others!
However, when his eyes continued to look down and fell on the old father's folded hands in front of him, all the kindness and impulse retreated.

There was even a chill down the back!
Why?

Because the old father's hands were frighteningly white, with black veins bulging on the back of his hands, but the nails on the ten fingers grew so long!
(End of this chapter)