Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 667

"Decree—!"

Nanmen Wuhu agreed crisply, and suddenly turned into a whirlwind, carrying the electric tricycle and speeding away to the west.The five-element flag moves like a butterfly, flying around in the whirlwind, never leaving the left and right.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan grabbed the car railing with one hand, and grabbed each other's hand with the other hand, trying to keep their bodies balanced.Ding Ermiao sat in front of the car, holding on to the handlebars to control the direction.

The tricycle was like an arrow leaving the string, and the dust on the ground was flying.

There were several motorcycles running on the road, and they were overtaken by tricycles.The motorcyclists were stunned in shock, and they were all thinking, how could this electric tricycle run faster than an airplane?
In less than 3 minutes, the electric tricycle drove into Banpo Village amidst Ji Xiaoxiao's screams.Nanmen Wuyan lowered his speed and the electric car drove slowly.

There was a family in the middle of the village who was so sad that the whole family cried heartbreakingly. Needless to say, it was the family where the pregnant woman died.

With a move of his hand, Ding Ermiao collected the Nanmen Wuyan and Five Elements Flags, took Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan, and pushed the electric tricycle over.

But before he reached the door, he found that an acquaintance was here.

It's this kid Wan Junming!
I don’t know what the child’s relationship is with this family. He has a white towel around his neck and a white cloth belt around his waist.The two ends of the filial piety belt hung down, fluttering in the wind, and smelled a bit like Ximen Chuixue.

Judging from the long and short tapes, he should be the younger generation of the deceased.

However, Wan Junming's appearance was a bit miserable. Half of his face, which was scratched from riding a motorcycle in the morning, was painted with blue potion.Originally a young man with beautiful features, now he has turned into the green-faced beast Yang Zhi.

Wan Junming was standing outside the door at this time, looking at the door in a daze.But inside the door it was very noisy, with cries and shouts, and it was a mess.

"Hey, why are you here?!" Ding Ermiao walked up behind Wan Junming, who was in a daze, and reached out to pat his shoulder.

Wan Junming was frightened and trembled. When he turned around and saw Ding Ermiao, he couldn't help but frowned. Half of his clean face was filled with disgust.

"Who are you, the deceased?" Ding Ermiao asked Wan Junming while looking into the room.

Inside the house, the deceased was already in the coffin.The big red coffin was placed on two benches, and eight heavy-lifting men, each holding a shoulder pole, separated the two ends of the coffin.The well rope, which is thicker than a thumb, has already passed through the longevity ring and is wrapped around the coffin.

It seems that the funeral is imminent.

But the eight big men carrying the weight all looked frightened.

"She is my cousin..." Wan Junming finally paid attention to Ding Ermiao, and then said hesitantly: "I don't know what's going on, but eight people can't lift this coffin."

Ding Ermiao nodded, squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that there was a mass of black air hovering above the coffin, with a hint of scarlet in the black air.

It seemed that Gu Zixuan was right, the child in the pregnant woman's belly was still alive.That scarlet color is the reaction of the fetus's anger.

"Hey, good brothers, please work harder!" An old man wearing a felt hat, holding a compass in his hand, probably a geography gentleman, shouted to the eight big men carrying the coffin:
"The time is coming. It's not good if we don't get down to the ground. If you try again, you will be able to lift it up!"

The eight big men all agreed, put the poles on their shoulders, and made a hey sound at the same time.

But even though the eight big men were blushing from holding back, they still didn't lift the coffin!
Ding Ermiao stood outside the door and watched with cold eyes, also secretly shocked.This pregnant woman is a newly deceased person, and her soul is still in a state of chaos, but she is dedicated to protecting her child. With a little regret, she actually weighs more than ten thousand kilograms!
"No, no, I can't lift it at all!" A 60-year-old man carrying the coffin put down the pole, looked at Mr. Geography hesitantly, and asked, "What did the master do in the coffin? Why is it so heavy?"

A man in his 30s, who seemed to be the host, said with red eyes: "I didn't put anything, just two clothes and a quilt that she had when she was alive..."

"The coffin weighs less than 150 kilograms. Including your wife's weight, the total can't exceed three hundred kilograms, right? But eight people can't lift it. What's going on?" The older man who carried the coffin knew that it was strange, and his forehead had already Start sweating.

Mr. Geography was even more anxious. Something weird happened at the funeral. This was all his responsibility and he had to deal with it.

But the guy in front of him obviously had limited knowledge and didn't understand what was going on. He was holding a compass in his hand and walking around the coffin, unable to do anything.

Ding Ermiao didn't dare to delay any longer. He pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. He stretched out his hand to touch Mr. Geography's shoulder and said: "This is a coffin pressed by a mother soul protecting her children. Not to mention eight or sixteen people can't carry it away." This coffin!”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and all looked at the stranger.

"Who are you?" It took a while for Mr. Geography to realize what he was doing. He looked at Ding Ermiao and asked, "What did you just say... suppress the coffin?"

"I am a Maoshan disciple of the Shangqing Sect. I noticed something strange when passing by here, so I came to take a look." Ding Ermiao pointed at the coffin and said:
"The pregnant woman in the coffin is dead, but the child in her belly is still alive. Open the coffin immediately and take out the child, otherwise both mother and child will die. It is extremely dangerous!"

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing everyone in the room to fall silent.

It took a long time before the whispers from all around gradually started to sound.

"The child in Xiaoju's belly is still alive?" Probably the deceased's nickname was Xiaoju. An old lady said: "This... how is it possible?"

"That's right, the doctor also saw it and said the child is gone..."

"It's absolutely impossible. Xiaoju has been dying for two days. Even if the child was alive at first, he is suffocated to death now."

"..."

Ding Ermiao looked around and said coldly: "If you don't believe it, this coffin can't go out. Even if it is carried out reluctantly, the coffin bearers will be pressed to the point of vomiting blood one by one before they get to the cemetery!"

There was another moment of silence, and the eight big men carrying the coffin were all frightened and involuntarily took two steps back, away from the coffin.

The middle-aged man from the host's house and Mr. Geography looked at each other, also looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Finally, several old people in the village called the host and Mr. Geography aside and discussed in a low voice for a few minutes.

Then, Mr. Geography came over and said to Ding Ermiao: "According to what Mr. Ge said, what should we do now?"

"Open the coffin, save the child first, what else can I do?" Ding Ermiao stared.

The host gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay, let's open the coffin and take a look!"

They said they wanted to open the coffin, but no one dared to do it.

Ding Ermiao took a look and saw that the coffin had been nailed, so he shouted to the master: "Bring the ax and hammer!"

Taking the axe, Ding Ermiao took it upon himself to insert the ax blade into the seam of the coffin. Then he picked up the hammer and hit the axe. With a few bangs, he lifted the coffin lid an inch high.

Under the greeting of Mr. Geography, everyone worked together to pry and lift, and with a roar, they opened the coffin lid.

(End of this chapter)