My master is invincible

Chapter 69
I took the plastic bag and took a look inside. It was a little wet, and it felt sticky when I touched it with my hands. It will be easier when the coffin is dug out."

Mr. Gao looked at me suspiciously, and said, "No way, I buried a lot of coffins too, why haven't I heard such a saying?"

"You'll know when it's time to dig the coffin!" I laughed, took out some gravel from the plastic bag, made three bows to the east, and then turned around and sprinkled it on the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, I took out the previous porcelain bowl, placed it in the center of the coffin lid, next to the bamboo tube, put three pieces of yellow paper in it, and put some gravel, and asked Gao Lao and the others to start adding mud.

After a lot of effort, the coffin was finally covered with soil, leaving only a bamboo tube for Wang Jie to breathe in the coffin.

After doing all this, I looked at my phone, the time was 5:57, and then I looked at the horizon, I could vaguely see the shadow of the sun, but it didn’t come out, I let out a breath, sat weakly on the ground, lost to the Eight Immortals A cigarette went over and said, "We have basically done what we should do. Whether we live or die depends on Wang Jie's life."

The Eight Immortals didn't speak, they sat on the ground and smoked.At this time, Yang Yan lit a cigarette and came over, sat down beside me, looked at me suspiciously, and said, "Chen Baxian, I think there is something wrong with your hand, is it broken?" Then, he pointed to my left hand.

I nodded, and didn't intend to hide it, so I said, "When I was going uphill, the coffin was broken. I didn't dare to say it for fear of delaying the auspicious time. Now I can finally rest for a while. Doctor Yang, please check for me. What first aid measures, relieve some pain for me first, wait until the coffin is dug out, and then go to the town hospital to have a look."

He listened to my words, his face froze, he picked up my left hand and looked at it, and said angrily: "How can there be a patient like you who has dislocated his arm for such a long time without making a sound? It’s useless, go to the hospital now, and there’s still time to pick it up.”

I gave up and said: "Just relieve some pain for me. I have to dig out the coffin before I go to the hospital. Now it's my working time. I have to be responsible for the coffin and the 'dead'. How can I leave halfway ? Can you relieve some pain? Just give me a sentence. There is no need to be so troublesome. No wonder she likes to wear white underwear, so she is a fake mother."

In the latter sentence, I deliberately provoke Yang Yan. Some people you have to provoke. Many ceremonies, one step is not in place, this living burial is a waste of work.

However, the pain in my arm was really unbearable. I was busy with the burial before and didn't pay much attention to it. Now that I'm resting, this pain is really not something ordinary people can bear.

"Are you crazy, your arm is dislocated like this, and you still can't say it, don't you want this hand?" As he spoke, he didn't know if Yang Yan did it on purpose, but he was still pressing on the dislocated place. for a moment.

Ma De, the pain was so painful that I couldn't help but gasp. I had no choice but to light a cigarette and take a deep breath to ease the pain.

"Fuck, can you temporarily relieve the pain? Just a word. Damn, how can there be so much nonsense." I was a little angry, and I would have gone to the hospital long ago. I don't need to suffer here. Who doesn't want to save themselves? arm.

But I really don't have time now. I know which is more important than an arm or a life. If someone is going to die, it has nothing to do with me. Whether to save it or not depends entirely on my mood.

But now, saving Wang Jie is my job, and I must do my best, even if my arm is crippled, I won't let others gossip.Because I am the Eight Immortals, representing one of the few coffin bearers in China, with the money from the master, I can't be sorry to the master, my own conscience, or the profession of coffin bearers. Others can look down on me, but, I You must be worthy of this industry, don't ask me why, just because I am the Eight Immortals.

After listening to my words, Yang Yan was silent for a while, took a look at my arm, and said, "I'm the director of the neurology department, not an orthopedic surgeon. There's nothing I can do but keep the meridians near your arm from touching the bones!"

After finishing speaking, he pressed on my arm a few times, and the pain relieved. It was not as painful as before, but I couldn’t move my left arm. I smiled and thanked him. He didn’t speak, just sat aside and twitched Smoked.

Joyce has been standing by the side watching Yang Yan and I's actions, not knowing what she was thinking, seeing that we fell silent, she sat on the other side of me, looked at me for a while, reached out and patted my shoulder hard. Pat, and said: "That's right, my grandma is right, Master Jiu is a real man."

What she said aroused my interest. A few days ago, Grandma Qiao said something to her in the hospital, and she blushed immediately. I kept thinking about the opportunity to ask her, but now she brought it up by herself, so I asked her : "Grandma Qiao must have said more than that to you that day, right? What else did she say? To make you... attractive girl blush?"

Honest people just can’t control their mouths. Fortunately, I’m still smart enough to change the shrew on my mouth to be quite attractive. Otherwise, if I say the word shrew, I have no doubt that my right hand will be crippled. , this girl who can play tricks is really moody, just like the weather in June, it can change as it says.

"For you have vision!" She glared at me, slowly raised her head, looked at the sky, and murmured in a sad tone, "Grandma said you are my future husband, but I am a woman who can use Gu. Most of the men who marry lack arms and legs, and I'm afraid you will lose arms and legs in the future."

"I'm stupid, I'm your future husband? Don't you stop teasing me!" I ignored her words and jumped up from the ground. This shrew will be my wife in the future, so what the hell will I do? Life, is that still called life?To describe it as deep water and hot fire, I feel that those four words are tarnished.

On our side, men in most places are somewhat chauvinistic, and I am no exception. I always dream of marrying a gentle and pleasant daughter-in-law who is neither beautiful nor ugly, and live a life of love between men and women.

This Joyce, looks pretty good, better than those girls advertised on TV, but I don't see a trace of tenderness in her personality, at least she has never been gentle to me, she is so fucking when we meet Kick me to the very root of my life.

If I marry her in the future, then I won't be his son. I can beat and scold as much as I want. I don't have the dignity of a man.

In an instant, I felt that I was not only sorry for myself, but even more sorry for my parents who gave birth to me and raised me. Even the eighteen generations of my ancestors, I felt guilty for them, it was too embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)