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Shang Yang seemed to have guessed his worry, patted him on the shoulder, looked at Shang Yang with a calm face beside him, Ding Chiyu quickly threw the worry in his heart into the corner.

The two soon discovered that it was said to be a funeral, but it was actually just a ceremony, because the coffin that the middle-aged woman conjured up from nowhere contained Ling Dong's body, but the clothes, shoes and hats that Ling Dong had worn before. .

Clothes grave?Twin tombs?Ding Chiyu looked at Shang Yang, but Shang Yang shook his head at him.

The food on the altar table was put into the stuffing jar, and the middle-aged woman's eyes glanced at anyone, who immediately trembled, looked around, and the middle-aged woman's eyes were locked on Lu Yao.

Lu Yao's eyebrows twitched in horror, the oily man frowned, looked sideways at Lu Yao, rushed forward and hugged the stuffed food jar in his arms.

Surprisingly, the middle-aged woman did not object, but directed the servants to help, lifted the head of the coffin, put the silver dollars under the coffin with her own hands, then swept away the floating soil on the coffin lid, and poured the silver coins into the coffin. under clothes.

Under the command of the leading Taoist priest, a group of people began to walk around the coffin. During these three circles, everyone was cautious, and they were afraid of making mistakes in every step.

After receiving the kneeling ceremony from the middle-aged woman, it finally came to the step of raising the coffin. Under the order of the middle-aged woman, the oil-headed man held the flag in front, Shang Yang held the spirit tablet in the back, and Ling Dong's pillow was torn apart and burned. After falling, the eyes of the middle-aged woman finally fell on Ding Chiyu.

Dingchiyu knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply lifted up the burning paper basin as instructed, and smashed it to pieces on the ground. After the clear sound, the Taoist priests gave a loud sound, and the team set out.

Although it was just a funeral with clothes and hats, the length of the team was even more grand than the last time. Among the paper money flying all over the sky, a group of people boarded the black-covered boat. However, among the funeral procession, only The strange combination of Ding Chiyu, Shang Yang, Lu Yao, and the oily man immediately made Ding Chiyu realize something.

It was too late to get off the boat, and Ding Chiyu didn't feel any fluke about this mission.

Seeing that they didn't need to join in, the rest of the people who stayed on the shore relaxed one by one, and they didn't even want to participate in the send-off, so they left the shore early and headed for the house.

Looking at the backs of the group of people, although he understood their thoughts, Ding Chiyu still felt a little disgusted.

Not long after the trip, the fog thickened, and the fleet was looming in it. Dingchiyu instinctively leaned closer to Shang Yang, wanting to talk to him, but when he turned around, he found that the fog was so thick that he couldn't see his fingers.

Ding Chiyu tentatively called Shang Yang, but there was no response. He felt that something was wrong, and when he was about to greet Erba on his head, he felt his head sink and passed out.

The ups and downs made Dingchiyu wake up, but there was darkness in front of his opened eyes.

Dingchiyu tried to move his limbs, but he was not tied up, but he felt a little numb. It seemed that he should have passed out for some time.

There was a smell of dust and lime in the air. Dingchiyu realized something, and quickly stretched out his hand to touch it. Sure enough, there was a heavy and rough feeling in the tentacles. When he got closer and smelled it, there was a fragrance of wood. Dingchiyu was immediately shocked. Could it be that he was trapped in a coffin?

He touched his body, but he didn't bring his mobile phone with him, the flashlight was useless, and Erba didn't seem to follow him.

What happened on the day of welcoming the coffin was still vivid in his mind, Ding Chiyu raised his eyes to look at the thick darkness around him, and he calmed down instead.

Ding Chiyu tried to touch all sides, and after confirming the direction, he pushed hard towards the coffin lid. To his surprise, the coffin lid was not nailed. With force, the coffin lid was kicked open like this.

A gust of air with strong humidity rushed in, Dingchiyu choked, coughed for a long time before recovering, and quickly sat up from the coffin.

The outside was still covered with dense fog, but it was better than the darkness inside the coffin. At least he could see where he was at the moment: the coffin was floating in the river, and was drifting in one direction along the current.

Ding Chiyu was unsteady on his feet, and the coffin shook immediately. He quickly lowered his weight and managed to stabilize the coffin.

With no belongings, only a suit of Ling Dong's clothes in the coffin, the coffin lid has long since disappeared, and the coffin seems to be overturned at any time due to carelessness, Ding Chiyu looks at the vast mist and deep river water and feels worried.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water flapping in the fog in front, as if something was struggling in the water, Dingchiyu thought, sat in the coffin and tried to adjust the center of gravity, after some manipulations, the coffin finally obediently moved to that side It deflected a bit, and slowly drifted past.

The coffin approached quickly, and Ding Chiyu saw a figure from a distance, and the other party seemed to have noticed the approach of the coffin, and uttered a cry for help, but when the two sides were close at hand, both sides were stunned: the person struggling in the water was actually Lu Yao.

When Lu Yao saw that it was a dingchiyu, she immediately shut up, but her hard struggle could not be exchanged for the pity of the cold river water, and it was only a moment before she sank into the water.

Dingchiyu didn't want to save her either, the coffin was floating along the water, and it was about to go away, but seeing Lu Yao's figure almost submerged in the water, Dingchiyu gritted his teeth, and untied the hemp rope tied to the coffin and threw it away Passed over: "Catch!"

Lu Yao was rescued, and the two sat on both ends of the coffin to keep the balance of the coffin.

"Thank you." Lu Yao's voice reached Ding Chiyu's ears. Ding Chiyu shook her wet eyes and did not respond.

The silence didn't last long, Ding Chiyu heard the sound of someone pulling water on the water again, Ding Chiyu hurriedly motioned for Lu Yao to cooperate, the coffin leaned over, this time it was the oily man.

The space in the coffin was limited, and the three of them tacitly kept the balance of the coffin, but Ding Chiyu had some ominous premonition in his heart: Will something happen to Shang Yang? !

There is no suitable tool in hand, and Dingchiyu looks at the speed of the water, which is not slow at all. No matter how you look at it, it feels as slow as a turtle.

Taking advantage of Ding Chiyu's inattention, the oily man winked at Lu Yao, who frowned slightly and then nodded.

Before the two of them could move, there was the sound of someone swimming again in the mist. Dingchiyu was so excited that he didn't care about the small movements of the two of them, and shouted over there.

Immediately, Shang Yang's voice came from over there. In the blink of an eye, Shang Yang had already swam close to the coffin. A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the oily man and Lu Yao, and Ding Chiyu had already dragged Shang Yang into the coffin. .

Seeing that Shang Yang was safe and sound, Dingchiyu was overjoyed, Shang Yang saw that Dingchiyu was safe and sound, and his eyes were completely relieved.

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