Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1093: A Pit with a Depth of 201 Meters in the Tomb Chamber (2)
Mo Jiu was angry.

Could it be that these people thought she was crazy?
"Congratulations, you answered correctly!"

"..."

A group of people are hesitating, half understanding.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Changsi, who had been placed in a wheelchair by Kexi as an old man, suddenly spoke.

"Why are you two in a daze, go up and help push!"

As soon as the hoarse voice sounded like a broken gong, Chuang Bei was the first to rush forward with his sleeves rolled up, "Yes!"

Seeing that both Chuangbei and Zhexi had moved, although the rest of the disciples were still surprised, at least they believed in the possibility of this matter... So they no longer hesitated, and went up the rocky steps one after another, looking for each other. Overhand position, push the coffin.

Seeing such a picture, Mo Jiu's heart almost collapsed, what does this mean?
Her position as the king of the bandit mountain is not as good as Xiao Changsi's fake face?
Tilting her head, she gouged him like a knife.

Receiving her ambiguous but murderous gaze, Xiao Changsi raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed a few times, and then leaned "weakly" on the wheelchair. The flashing sharpness did not fall into anyone's eyes, but It made Mo Jiu feel contemptuous and contemptuous towards his character.

This fellow!Are you really that sick?
Since he was dying of illness, why bother to join in the fun?
Slightly squinting her eyes, she snorted coldly, looked at him with a half-smile, then calmly walked up the steps, stood on the left hand side of the iron coffin and began to roll up her sleeves, intending to work hard together with her disciples.

It stands to reason that Xiao Changsi, who "loves his wife like his life", should prevent Mo Jiu from doing this kind of hard work himself, but his hands are "weak and lazy" on the wheelchair, looking like he is watching a good show, and shouting distressedly.

"Beloved wife, be careful...be careful not to hit your feet."

Mo Jiu's heart was blocked, and his blood surged up.

Can such a heavy coffin be lifted up to hit her foot?
She didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said in a low voice, "I'll count one, two, three, everyone, let's go to the right together—"

"Disciple takes orders!"

The disciples of the Mohist school answered in unison, and Mo Jiu felt a little more comforted by that obedient look.

"One, two, three—start!"

"rise!"

"--rise!"

Everyone paddled the big boat—but the iron coffin was too heavy, and after pushing it for a long time, it still remained motionless.

"One, two, three—come again!"

"Get up! Ah!"

All the strength of feeding was exhausted, the veins and buttocks on the back of the hand emerged, the face was as tense as a stone, sweat came out of anxiety, and the iron coffin finally shook slightly.

"It's moving, it's really moving!"

Everyone was overjoyed, encouraged, and more confident.

One-two-three, three-two-one, as if they were shouting a boatman's chant, they yelled in unison, making Mo Jiu's blood boil, as if he was leading a group of people to build the Great Wall——

one inch.

two inches.

three inches.

The iron coffin moved slowly, revealing the cornerstone under the coffin.

At this time, the big guys finally knew the reason why Mo Jiu asked to push the coffin.

At the bottom of the iron coffin that they all worked together to push away, there was a dark gap unexpectedly...

"Stop! It's done." Mo Jiu let go of his hands, gasped for breath, and went to get the lantern, and said to the disciples: "You all go to the bottom of the steps."

"Disciple obey!"

All the disciples were obedient.

But just as Mo Jiu was holding the handle of the wind lantern, and wanted to go ahead to find out, a rare evil wind suddenly blew up in the tomb...

(End of this chapter)