Chapter 3 (1/2)

Yu Qingyao cheered up and turned over to continue smashing the coffin.

Someone outside shouted, ”get hemp rope, tie up the coffin, carry it outside the village and burn it.”

Yu Qingyao was so angry. He meow, is this a live burial to cremation? I'm not dead yet!

Several big men rushed in with hemp rope and tied the coffin to death.

Then they lifted the coffin and went out.

Yu Qingyao was very flustered. She hit the coffin board with a bamboo pillow and shouted in a mosquito like voice: ”no, I'm not dead, don't burn me!”

However, it was noisy outside, and no one heard her cry.

The more she knocked, the more frightened the coffin bearer was and the faster he ran.

From the small hole she saw that there were many people outside, looking at the coffin in panic.

A group of guys, holding fecal forks and hoes, ran happily with the coffin like the new year, shouting: ”burn it!”

Yu Qingyao is in tears, holding the grass! This is really going to burn me! Is there any reason?

Not long after, Yu Qingyao saw that she had left the village and went to the open space outside the village. This used to be a place for drying wheat, but now there is a pile of firewood.

There was an old man shouting, ”hurry up, everyone should give out some firewood. Don't be stingy!”

Through the small hole, she saw many children coming with firewood. They threw the firewood to the side of the firewood pile and watched the excitement.

Several strong men, there, carefully stacked firewood, which seemed to make a neat platform. Then carry the coffin up and burn it.

The man beside the firewood pile is discussing how to stack it. The fire will burn well. How high and how big it should be. After all, they haven't done such a thing. How can they do it without discussing?

On the side of the coffin, several young people were calling for people to lift the big bench to stand on tiptoe.

Clan head and village head Li Xianrong appeared with dignity.

An old man flattered and said, ”patriarch, you see, everyone has come to help.”

Li Xianrong nodded calmly.

An aunt asked uneasily, ”patriarch, can this really work?”

The patriarch coughed solemnly and said, ”zombies are afraid of the sun and fire. It's noon. The sun is the strongest and the Yang is the most powerful. With the fire, I'm sure it can turn this evil thing into ash and can't harm people any more!”

The people on the side immediately flattered and praised the patriarch for being knowledgeable.

The old clan leader smiled very reserved, and his face was like a half open chrysanthemum.

Yu Qingyao was angry and watched these people discuss how to burn themselves. She was very serious and excited to do the preparation work. I can't do anything. I can't think of a way to save myself. This taste is really hard.

At this time, she also understood that the idea of burning her was the old patriarch.

Yu Qingyao couldn't help saying in secret: dead old man, dare to hurt me, I curse you for not dying! You're a zombie. Your family is a zombie!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly felt that something in her body had been evacuated.

She was so weak that she had only one breath left. She didn't even have the strength to shoot the coffin board.

Yu Qingyao's heart uttered a cry of despair: no! Don't drop the chain at this critical time!

However, she gasped and felt tired.

Just then, a strange screen came to her mind.

Yu Qingyao (Terran)

Occupation: Curse master

Curse point: 010