My master is invincible

Chapter 63: Living Burial ([-])

I couldn't figure it out, so I asked Yang Yan to put Wang Jie back into the coffin. I found that the butcher's knife on her body, for some reason, the black dog's blood on it was gone, and it was white. The blade of the knife is particularly dazzling in the coffin.

Although he was a bit puzzled, he didn't have time to delve into it, so he used yellow paper to smear some black dog blood on the ground, barely able to blacken the butcher's knife, and placed it on her chest again.

Afterwards, I stretched out my hand to check her breathing, it was very weak, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead, part of the black dog's blood was washed down by the sweat, and fell to the bottom of the coffin.

For the scene just now, I thought for a long time, and the four words "return to light" emerged in my mind. Only in this way can I explain it. Could it be that her life is really coming to an end?Even the phenomenon of backlighting has come out.

According to the medical explanation, it is caused by hormones secreted by the adrenal glands, which can quickly relieve symptoms through anti-inflammation, anti-toxin, anti-shock, anti-allergy and other effects.

In the words of our Eight Immortals, "Returning to the Light" is the final notice from the King of Hades to the deceased, telling the deceased to speak quickly if there is anything left to be said, and to do it quickly if there is anything left to do, otherwise he will burp after finishing.

Moreover, not all the dead will have the phenomenon of returning to the light, there must be some ancestors who have accumulated evil virtues, and his descendants will have this phenomenon.

Hospitals and superstition have been controversial since ancient times. I can't say who is right and who is wrong. I just know that when I meet the deceased who returns to the light, there have been capable people in five generations of ancestors.

Pulling away, back to the topic.I stood beside the coffin in a daze for a while, Joyce walked in, her face was pale, obviously the natal Gu was affected in Wang Jie's body, she wanted to speak, I made a silent movement to her, and then supported her She walked out of the hall.

I said: "Joyce, take back your natal Gu, I'm afraid that when Wang Jie's lifespan comes to an end, yours will also..."

She shook her head, looked at me firmly, and said: "No, I believe that sister Wang Jie will survive, just like I did back then. I thought I would die, but I still got my life back. For a moment, I will never take back my natal Gu."

"She has already appeared back to life, and I'm afraid she really can't hold on anymore. After the burial, she still needs to be buried in the ground for an hour. I can't guarantee what will happen during this period. You are still young, so there is no need for a...knowledge People who live in less than a few days will take their own life." To be honest, I don't want to see Joyce take her life like this. After all, people die, and when they die, that is fate. Jie, I have subconsciously decided that she is dying.

Hearing what I said, Joyce glared at me with some displeasure, and became irritable, and said, "You don't have to worry about my affairs, you can do yours, and even if I die, I will release my natal Gu." On sister Wang Jie until she wakes up."

Unreasonable woman, I shook my head and didn't continue to say anything. After I persuaded, I have a clear conscience. Whether Joyce lives or dies has nothing to do with me. I am not a Buddha or a great venerable. After all, I don't know her very well. If you say that I'm cold-blooded and casual, why should I care about it? I'm just a coffin-bearer. Just do my job well, that's all.

After waiting in the main room for about 30 minutes, Pharaoh came back with a group of eight immortals, sweating profusely. As soon as I entered the entrance of the main room, before I had time to silence the sound, Pharaoh yelled casually , "Jiu Yazi, the digging is done, it's really hard to dig, it's full of stones."

As soon as the words fell, Old Wang shook his body, and then fell to the ground, his limbs twitching non-stop.

Seeing this situation, we all panicked. Old Wang is the boss among us in terms of seniority and experience. Now that he has become like this, we are a little confused, so we hurriedly carried him out and pinched him again. , Another chest press, but nothing improved.

In the end, I decided to use the old method, Gao Lao hesitated for a while, and said: "The sound of the gong has stopped, and it is not good for Wangzhuang to ring it again. I am afraid that people will die again soon."

I thought about it, and felt that this made sense. The sound of a gong should not be knocked indiscriminately. Once it is sounded, it will attract ghosts. When the ghosts find out, I am afraid that we are not as lucky as middle-aged women, and we will all be caught. Hooked the soul to go.

However, Lao Wang is committing an offense now, so we must find a way to save him. We discussed it for a while, and finally decided to use feces to drench him.

Originally, we, the Eight Immortals, planned to deal with Lao Wang's affairs first. Looking at the time, it was almost 5 o'clock, and it was the auspicious time to seal the coffin.

There was no other way, so I asked the host and his wife to find some feces to drench the old king, and we sealed the coffin. Since it was a living burial, we dug a hole the size of a bamboo tube right above the coffin, and then found a bamboo tube, Open up the position of the bamboo joint, smear it with paint, and connect it to the opening for Wang Jie to breathe.

After doing all these things well, after seeing the number of people, I realized that Pharaoh had committed a crime. There were only seven Eight Immortals, but eight people were needed to carry the coffin. Dr. Mao Yang Yan body.

"Doctor Yang, aren't you ashamed that your surgery accelerated Wang Jie's death?" I waved to Yang Yan and called him to the door of the main room.

He came out, nodded, and said, "Sorry, but I can't do anything to remedy it now."

"Yes!" I said.

"What can you do?" He asked me suspiciously.

"Carrying the coffin!" I pointed to the coffin, then to Mr. Gao and the seven of them, and said, "One person is missing."

"Let... me... carry... the coffin?" Yang Yan looked at me incredulously, and said angrily, "I'm a majestic director of neurology in a provincial city, you let me carry the coffin? Are you out of your mind?"

"If Wang Jie died, she would seek revenge on you first. You must know that the scene in the main room earlier cannot be explained by science. Believe it or not, I don't care. After all, my etiquette is quite good. She She won't blame me, and the first thing she said after she came back to life was 'Thank you Jiuye', listen to this, if she wants to thank me, then she can only hate you, and if she hates you, she will definitely take revenge, you Think about it for yourself!" After finishing speaking, I ignored him and got busy with preparing things for the burial.

After being busy for about ten minutes, I secretly turned my head and looked at Yang Yan. The long-haired man was still standing there, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The courage to come to my side seems to need a strong dose of medicine before he will agree.

(End of this chapter)