Aunt Zhang was slightly startled and turned her head to look over.

Hu Ma nodded to her and said, "It's better than falling into the river."

As he spoke, he tried to keep his body steady, walked towards the donkey cart, pushed the coffin lid hard and pulled it halfway open.

At both ends of the bridge, people running up stretched their heads to come and take a look.

They looked into the coffin, but immediately covered their noses and cursed: "Bah, it stinks."

"I've been dead for more than two months..."

Hu Ma said: "That's why we urgently want to send it home, but you... why do you insist that we open the coffin?"

"Let's go, let's go, it's not them!"

The murderers on the bridge stepped back more than ten feet and waved their hands vigorously.

When I looked again, the murderer on the other side was already cursing and walking back, and the bridge that looked very weird just now was completely normal now.

Even Aunt Zhang was surprised and glanced at Hu Ma with some confusion, but she refrained from asking.

"Let's go!"

Hu Ma said to the others, hurriedly crossed the bridge, and hurried forward along the bridge. After walking a long way, she looked back and saw a bunch of people gathered at the end of the bridge, discussing something.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he turned to look at Butler Zhou: "Look, what do these people do?"
Chapter completed!