C53 (1/2)

When Steamed Bun was alive, he often walked from home to the pig farm.

Because his family was the only butcher in the village, before he went to work at Foxconn, he had been feeding his father pigs in the pig farm.

Although it was called a pig farm, it was actually a courtyard that was tens of square meters in size. It was specifically used for slaughtering pigs.

Steamed Bun had always thought of marrying a wife, but if he killed a pig at home, he was afraid that the girl would find it dirty. Therefore, his father asked the village chief to specially grant him this piece of land.

But unfortunately, Steamed Bun had never gotten married even when he died.

The journey from his house to the pig farm was only two miles, and it only took forty minutes to travel back and forth.

At the beginning, I was fine, but as I walked back, I noticed that the faces of these Eight Immortals were a little off. Their expressions were a little twisted, and they seemed to be struggling to lift it up.

It was obvious that Lin Jian had also discovered it. He had instructed the Eight Immortals to carry them back in one breath and not stop.

However, the faces of the Eight Immortals grew uglier and uglier to behold.

I went up to ask the Second Master Lin quietly when no one was looking. What's going on?

Second Master Lin gasped for breath and told me, why is it so heavy?

I said, it's nothing, it's just a coffin, and walking around the village is nothing.

However, after thinking about it carefully, my heart immediately sank.

The Eight Immortals didn't say anything. Since they couldn't stop, they would continue to persevere.

Lin Jian was scattering money in front of him as he screamed, ”All in a hurry! All dead and rising! Take the money and start on the road!”

Halfway through, the Eight Immortals found it difficult to persevere.

Da Jian could not hold it in anymore. He said this in a trembling voice, and it became heavier and heavier …

The others also started to say, ”Why don't we stop for a while, we really can't carry it anymore!” Even the Second Master Lin was starting to sweat profusely.

Without waiting for Second Master Lin to speak, the village chief did not want to listen. He shouted loudly and loudly, no one was allowed to stop, otherwise, next year, the village would be developed, and the village would be developed.

It seemed like the Village Chief was really worried this time. He was probably more anxious than anyone else.

Lin Jian wiped off his sweat and told them to hold on a little longer.

However, the Eight Immortals were getting slower and slower as they carried the coffin, and it was getting harder and harder.

There was a small hill in front of him, and if he went downhill, he would be fine.

But coming back turned into going uphill, this was a little troublesome.

He was really worried about what would happen next.

When the coffin was lifted onto the slope, Da Jian, who was walking at the very front, stepped on something, causing him to lose his balance. ”Putong”, he fell onto the ground!

Soon, the rest of the students lost their balance and fell to the ground.

With a ”clang”, the coffin fell heavily onto the ground, stirring up a thick layer of dust.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Second Master Lin stomped his feet and shouted. He's finished!

As for the Village Chief, with a ”gulp”, he sat down on the ground. He was scared silly. As for the others, some were running, some were running, some were running. The scene immediately became chaotic.

At this moment, my mind is blank, I don't know what will happen next.

As for the four Eight Immortals, although they were sitting up, they were all extremely tired. They all sat on the ground and began to breathe raggedly. All of them were drenched with sweat.

After resting for half a day, most of the people had already run off. The few people present had also recovered.

The village chief asked Second Master Lin with a sullen face what to do. Second Master Lin shook his head and panted as he replied, afraid that he could not even raise his head.

The village chief was on the verge of tears.