My master is invincible

Chapter 1969 Eight Immortals Gathering (51)

Han Qiu's words undoubtedly confirmed Uncle Huang's death.

In an instant, my face darkened.

Ma De, this Yuan Qingtian really wants to let all of us die here!
I cursed secretly, I don't have time to scold Yuan Qingtian for the time being, the task right now is to rescue Han Qiu, Zhuge Qingming, and bring up Uncle Huang's body.

At this time, Huang Hao had fallen into a state of collapse, sobbing continuously.

"Huang Hao, cry, cry, there's no use in crying! First fish up Uncle Huang's body, and then avenge your father!" I was also anxious, roared, and immediately began to look around the whole hall.

In this situation, the only way to rescue them is to find a rope and pull them up.

Fortunately, I was lucky. I just took a look and found a dragon rope on the left side of the coffin. I walked over to it, fearing that it was a trap intentionally left by Yuan Qingtian, so I pulled it with all my strength.

The dragon rope is quite strong.

"Huang Hao, find a tree stump!" I yelled at Huang Hao.

He must have been woken up by my scolding, and ran outside without saying a word. In less than a minute, he came back with a tree stump in his hand.

The diameter of this tree stump is about [-] centimeters, and the length is about two meters.

I took the stump from him, tied one end of the dragon rope to the middle of the stump, and asked Huang Hao to help me move the stump to the side of the hole.

I took a rough look at the opening of the hole, and felt it was about 1.6 meters long. It should be a problem to put a stump of two meters in it.

And the reason why I want to find a tree stump to put it on is because I am worried about what will happen below, or what unexpected situation we encounter above, which will cause the dragon rope to slip.

However, with this tree stump, it is different. Even if there is an accident above us, with the dragon rope, it will not be a big problem.

At that moment, Huang Hao and I moved the stump over, and dropped the dragon rope.

To be honest, I have no foundation in my heart at all, and I don't even know how deep it is.

And the length of this pair of dragon ropes is less than six meters, plus I just tied a knot on the tree stump, the remaining dragon rope is estimated to be more than five meters.

"Can you touch the dragon rope?" I bent down and shouted.

"Yes!" Zhuge Qingming's voice came over.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "First tie Uncle Huang's body to the dragon rope and get it up."

"Okay!" Han Qiu and Zhuge Qingming responded at the same time.

In less than a moment, the dragon rope began to shake, and it should be tying Uncle Huang's body.

But Huang Hao saw that the dragon rope was shaking, and his whole body was crying into tears, sobbing non-stop, but he didn't cry out.

I patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Huang Hao, I believe that if your father was alive, he would never want to see you like this."

"Brother Nine!" He turned around abruptly and hugged my thigh, "My dad's greatest hope in this life is that I will be successful, I... I... I am not promising, why did he leave! what!"

I took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in my heart.

I know it all too well, once I show a sad expression at this time, it will only irritate Huang Hao even more.

"Huang Hao, help pull up your father's body." I said softly, and then asked below, "Are you all right?"

"Palace Master, it's done!" It was Zhuge Qingming's voice.

Without any hesitation, I quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it upwards. Huang Hao also came to help. As for Mr. He and the coffin bearer from Zhuge's family, they had already appeared beside me.

Mr. He was going to help, but I stopped him.

The reason is simple, at He Lao's age, he can't do physical work at all.

It was the coffin bearer, I did not refuse.

In less than a moment, the three of us pulled up Uncle Huang's body. After a lot of busy work, we finally got Uncle Huang's body ready and placed it on one side of the mourning hall. Finally, I took off another piece of clothing and covered it with Uncle Huang's face.

As for Uncle Huang's injuries, I didn't have time to look at them, because I vaguely felt that someone was coming at the entrance of the village.

This feeling is very strange, like a premonition, but not like a premonition, it cannot be expressed in words at all.

"Huang Hao, hurry up and help me." I called out to Huang Hao who was kneeling on the ground.

He wiped his eyes and hurried over.

"Zhuge Qingming, Han Qiu, this time, you two come up together." In desperation, I had no choice but to shout down.

This is something that can’t be helped, if Yuan Qingtian and others really show up at the entrance of the village, the time needed from the entrance of the village to the mourning hall is only enough for us to pull the rope once.

"it is good!"

The two of them answered below.

I immediately threw the rope over, and after about a few seconds, I hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"

"Palace Master, it's alright, you guys are responsible for pulling, while we run up!" Zhuge Qingming's voice came over.

I didn't say a word, and I started to pull the rope with all my strength, and Huang Hao and the coffin bearer did the same.

But, I don't know if it's because of the two people, what's going on, I just think the dragon rope is extremely heavy!

Ordinarily, the two of them are not fat, but only of medium shape, and the combined weight of the two of them definitely does not exceed 300 catties, but now the strength of our pulling seems to weigh nearly a thousand catties.

The weirdest thing is that every time I pull up a little bit, I can clearly feel that there seems to be some kind of wind blowing up from below.

The wind hit the face, which was extremely painful, giving people the feeling of a wind knife.

While pulling the dragon rope, I looked towards Huang Hao and the others, and found that they seemed to be in the same situation as me.

Matt, what's going on!

What's down here!
How could there be such a strange wind.

At that moment, I hurriedly called out to Zhuge Qingming, "What's going on next?"

He said: "Palace Master, I don't know what's going on, it seems that there is a dark wind chasing us."

"Ah!" I exclaimed.

A dark wind is chasing them?
This is not right!

Did you encounter that kind of thing?

impossible!

I cursed secretly, how could I care so much, I pulled it with all my strength, Huang Hao and the coffin bearer also saw that the situation was not optimistic, and started to pull it with all their strength.

It took less than a minute, and I could already see Zhuge Qingming's head.

"Quick, work harder." I yelled, and said with more strength on my hand.

The moment my voice fell to the ground, a sullen voice came over, "Chen Jiu, you are so elegant, are you still playing tug-of-war?"

Hearing this, I just felt as if my whole body was roasted on a fire. This was not because of anger, but because I felt that the aura of the entire mourning hall seemed to have changed and became extremely depressed.

Grass, what's going on?

I cursed inwardly, and immediately after, I felt a sense of exhaustion in my limbs, and the dragon rope in my hand slipped out involuntarily.

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