Gong Fugui smoked his cigarette and said: "At that time, Gong Tong's face was frighteningly white. The people carrying the coffin were all scared. Some people discussed throwing the coffin away."

Yi Tong immediately became popular. He said: Do you know what a coffin is? Let me tell you, as long as anyone is within three feet of the coffin, no one can escape. If you run away now, sooner or later the contents of the coffin will have to be entangled.

Kill you.

The only way to survive is to hand the coffin to the warlord. The warlord is the fate of the grass-headed king in troubled times. Only he can suppress the evil spirit of the coffin.

If you want to die, don't take me with you.

When Yitong said this, those people became even more frightened. Seeing that the soldiers were about to blow up the camp, I quickly went over with my master to comfort them. We coaxed and threatened and finally stabilized the morale of the soldiers, but it started to get dark that day.

After urging us several times, those people carefully carried the coffin onto the stone bridge.

As soon as the coffin reached the middle of the bridge, the water in the river exploded. The water was like a dragon, rolling up and down one after another. The sound of whitecaps hitting the water could be heard a few meters away.

Originally, the bridge was only four or five meters long. People on the bridge could just run forward and cross it in two steps. However, the people carrying the coffin on the bridge felt as if they were being held by someone. No matter how hard they tried, they could not move away.

Step!

Yi Tong threw things into the water like crazy, including money, swords, peach wood nails, anything that could be thrown into the water.

It's strange to say that the scene of throwing things into the water is like pouring cold water into a boiling water pot. As long as his things are thrown into the water once, the water prodigal will be able to level off a little. After a while, it will be flat again.

Turning upward.

The people on the bridge said that nothing could be done and they had thrown away all the things at a glance, so they started asking us to throw guns and military uniforms under the bridge.

I know: Guns have murderous energy, and military weapons have blood energy and can suppress evil.

But our guns and military uniforms are not good enough! We are just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals brought out by the grass-headed king. We are not blessed by the luck of the dynasty, and it is useless to throw them into the water.

The soldiers panicked and threw their guns into the water. I knew something was wrong at the first glance and ran away quietly before they could throw their guns into the water.

I ran out for more than a hundred meters when I heard a rumble in the river. When I turned around to look, the bridge had collapsed and all the people carrying the coffins on the bridge had fallen.

The people standing on the shore seemed to be stupid, watching the white waves in the river roll up on themselves without moving.

I only took one look and knew that those people were dead, so I started to run out desperately. I didn't even know how far I ran, and then I walked down the mountain little by little and returned to the Governor's Mansion.

After I returned, I knew that the warlord would not let me go easily, so I pretended that I was scared out of my mind and kept talking nonsense to him. The warlord thought that I was really crazy, so he let me go.

Fortunately, when I was working for the Overseer, I secretly saved some things. Without working under the Overseer, it would not be difficult to make ends meet.

I also know that among the people who came down from the mountain, I was the only one who survived. The things in the coffin will definitely not let me go.

While I was making a living for my family, I was waiting for death. At that time, I even chose a cemetery.

Gong Fugui pointed to the mountain as he spoke: "That's the cemetery I chose for myself. I told them that if one day I really die, let them not mourn, don't wear mourning, don't even burn paper, use

Just a roll of straw mat and someone can throw me in a mass grave."

"After I lived like this for two years, it was finally my time to die."

"Actually, I don't even know how I died. On the day I died, I was working in the fields when I felt as if a ghost had breathed out of me. I shivered from the cold."

"By the time I regained my composure, I had already fallen to the ground, and my ghost was standing next to my body. It was noon! If I hadn't run fast, not even the ghost would be left."

Gong Fugui said: "My family knew what I was doing and listened to my words. They rolled me up and threw me on the mass grave and left. I became a lonely ghost."

Gong Fugui sighed sadly when he said this: "In the business of robbing tombs, you will end up like this sooner or later. If you dig someone's grave, they will not kill you!"

I lit a cigarette and held it in my mouth. I placed my right hand on the table and tapped it twice habitually: "Have you ever seen a person named Qiao Gongliang?"

"In other words, did anyone come to see you after you died?"

"No!" Gong Fugui said with a bitter smile: "When I was alive, no one paid attention to me. After I die, can anyone come to me specifically?"

I continued to ask: "Then after you died, you never went back to Lao Tushan to take a look?"

Gong Fugui said: "I have gone back, but I didn't dare to go to the river. Even if I glanced at it from a distance, I was still unwilling to die! It would be a lie to say that I don't want revenge, but I really don't dare to go there again.

Lao Tushan, cross the Stone Bridge River. Every time I take a quick look at it and leave."
Chapter completed!