My master is invincible

Chapter 927 Colorful Coffin (50)

"Ninth brother!" Lang Gao shouted from the side, and ran towards me.

"Don't come here!" I yelled suddenly, raised my hand and threw it at my head, trying to use the pain to make myself more comfortable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched my head, the "hissing" sound became more and more intense, making my whole face contort, and big beads of sweat dripped down.

When Lang Gao saw this situation, he didn't care what I said, so he ran over immediately and grabbed my shoulder, seeing that his posture was trying to pull me up, but to his disappointment, I was so heavy that I couldn't pull it up at all .

"Brother Nine, what's going on!" He said anxiously.

I tried my best to shake my head and said that I don't know. I put one hand on the ground and tried to touch the hoe with the other. My intuition told me that there should be something wrong with the hoe.

"Brother Nine, do you want to get a hoe?" When Nalang Gao saw this, he immediately walked towards the hoe, picked up the hoe and handed it to me. What made me puzzled was that the hoe was in his hand It seems very light.

Ma De, it's really weird. The hoe weighed a thousand catties in my hand before, but how could it be like this in his hand?

I suddenly remembered one thing, that is Lang Gao's background. I heard Lao Wang say that Lang Gao's background seems to be quite good. The whole family is of military background. To put it bluntly, they have a royal air in them. Is this the reason?

Thinking of this, I immediately said to Lang Gao, "Brother, dig the grave!"

"I dig?" He pointed to himself.

I hummed, and wanted to say a few more words at first, but the heaviness in my body became heavier and heavier. When I didn't have the strength to speak, I stared straight at the hoe in his hand.

Lang Gao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't stop, he raised his hoe and dug down.

As he dug down with the hoe in his hand, my body suddenly became a little lighter, especially the "hissing" sound, which seemed to be much weaker at this moment.

This made me breathe a sigh of relief, I guessed it right, Lang Gao definitely has a royal air, just like the old scholar said at that time, he said that most people who work in government agencies have more or less royal air , this royal air has a suppressive effect on some cloudy air.

Made, if he had known this, he would have asked Lang Gao to dig the grave.

Afterwards, every time Na Lang Gao dug a hoe, the heavy feeling on my body would lighten a bit. After digging about thirty or so hoes, my whole body had become like a normal person. Without any hesitation, I immediately stood up and turned towards the The tomb looked over.

I saw that the tomb had been dug seven or eight centimeters deep, and some white maggots could be vaguely seen wriggling. As for the soil in the tomb, it was still red as before.

At that moment, I said to Lang Gao, "Brother, dig it later!"

He asked me why, and I told him, "The coffin should be almost dug."

He was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Didn't the woman say that there is no coffin here?"

I didn't answer his question, but asked him to put down the hoe in his hand. I was afraid that the previous situation would happen again. I held Lang Gao's arm with one hand, which could be regarded as borrowing some royal air from him, and turned the other hand towards the grave. Dirt poked through.

The first feeling is soft, the second feeling is sticky.

After discovering this situation, I stepped towards that location, mainly to find out the reality of that place. After all, according to the woman, the coffin inside has disappeared, and now we have dug a few centimeters deep. We are approaching the place where the coffin is placed.

With this foot, the place sank suddenly, and then the mud on the side rushed in.

This scene scared me back quickly, Ding Qing took a look, and found a hole the size of a washbasin collapsed in the middle of the tomb, and a particularly strong putrid smell came from the hole. Strangely, this The rotten smell is not like the smell of a rotting corpse, but a bit like the smell of the coffin being eroded by water. It makes people vomit after smelling it.

Fortunately, my restraint is not bad, and I was not smoked by this rancid smell. Lang Gao started to vomit beside him, and even those people three meters away also started to cough. Look at this posture , I guess I'll spit too.

"Brother!" I called Lang Gao and said, "Remember, don't let go of my arm."

He wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and asked me, "Why?"

"There must be something strange in this tomb, and you used to be the director of the police station, plus your family background, you have a royal aura that is higher than ordinary people. I want to use your royal aura." I told He spoke the truth.

"Okay!" He blurted out, grabbed my arm, and said, "Brother Jiu, what else do I need?"

"No, just don't let go of my arm!"

After finishing speaking, I picked up the hoe, and first went to the collapsed place. I used the hoe to remove the soil on the side, and made a hole the size of a foot basin. The light in the tomb suddenly lit up. Dingqing took a look, My scalp was numb, and I couldn't help stepping back, muttering incessantly: "Impossible, impossible, impossible, this can't be true, I must be delusional."

I saw that there was a corpse lying in the tomb. It should be said that it should be a person, because the corpse was like a living person. Eyes, a black shroud, hands folded on the chest.

Beside the corpse was a pile of completely rotten coffin wood, with many white maggots wriggling on it, and occasionally a few spiders were weaving webs beside it.

What really scares me is that the dead is lying in the tomb, and the maggots and spiders seem to be very afraid of the dead. Every time they get close to the dead by three centimeters, they immediately turn around and crawl to the other side. It's really weird.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it was real.

You know, worms like maggots like the body of the dead the most. It can even be said that the body of the dead is a paradise for maggots.

Matt, what's going on?

After being stunned for a while, I looked into the tomb again, and my doubts became heavier. Generally speaking, the wood used to make coffins is special, and its toughness is stronger than that of human bodies. Generally, the corpse is completely rotten, while the coffin is only slightly rotten. Some.

And according to what the woman said, the land was sold for 100 million at the beginning, which means that the person who bought the land should be a rich person, and the coffins made by the rich are definitely better than ordinary coffins. Stronger.

Since then, I have become more and more confused. The coffin is completely rotten, but the corpse is like a living person. This frankly subverts common sense.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, turned my head and asked the woman, "How long has this man been buried?"

"What a year looks like!" she said.

As soon as I heard this, my limbs began to tremble. In one year, it was only one year. In one year, the coffin rotted like this. It is impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible.

(End of this chapter)