Chapter 3: Bury alive to cremation

Yu Qingyao cheered up and turned to prepare to continue smashing the coffin board.
Someone shouted outside: "Hurry up with hemp rope, bundle the coffin, and carry it outside the village to burn it."
Yu Qingyao was so annoyed that he heard it. He meowed, was it buried alive and cremated? My girl is not dead yet!
Several big men rushed in with hemp ropes, and they really tied the coffin to death.
Then they lifted the coffin and left.
Yu Qingyao was panicking, hitting the coffin board with a bamboo pillow, and shouting with a mosquito-like voice: "No, I'm not dead, don't burn me!"
However, no one could hear her shouting.
The more she knocked, the more afraid the person who carried the coffin was, and the faster she ran.
From the small hole she saw, many people outside looked at the coffin in panic.
A group of guys holding dung forks and scratching their heads, like the New Year, ran along the coffin cheerfully, yelling constantly in their mouths: "burn it!"
Yu Qingyao burst into tears, holding the grass! This is really going to burn me! Is there any good reason?
Not long after, Yu Qingyao saw that she was out of the village and went to the open space outside the village entrance. This used to be a place for drying wheat. Now there is a pile of firewood there.
An old man on the side was shouting, "Hurry up, every house has to make some firewood. Don't pick the door!"
Through the small hole, she saw that many children were holding the firewood. They threw the firewood to the edge of the woodpile, and they laughed and watched lively.
Several strong men, stacking firewood there, seemed to be stacking a neat table. Then lift the coffin to burn.
The man next to the woodpile was discussing how to stack up, and the fire was burning. How tall and how big should it be? After all, they had never done such a thing.
At the edge of the coffin, several youths were shouting to raise their benches to stamp their feet.
The patriarch and village chief Li Xianrong appeared majesticly.
An old man flattered and said, "Patriarch, look, everyone is here 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. Now it is noon, when the sun is the strongest, and the sun is the strongest, plus the fire, this can ensure that this evil thing turns into ashes Ash, you can't hurt anyone! "
The people on the side immediately patted the flattery and praised the patriarch for his knowledge.
The old patriarch smiled stubbornly, his face like a half-open chrysanthemum.
Yu Qingyao listened bitterly, watching these people discuss how to burn themselves, and was very serious and excited to prepare for the job. I can't do anything for myself. I can't think of a way to save myself. This taste is really uncomfortable.
At this time, she also understood that the idea to burn her to death was from the old tribe.
Yu Qingyao could not help secretly said: dead old man, dare to kill me, I curse you must not die! You are the zombies, your family is the zombies!
Just thinking about this, she suddenly felt that something was evacuated from her body.
It turned out that she was weak, and now she had only one breath left, and she had no strength to shoot the coffin board.
Yu Qingyao's heartbroken in despair: Don't! Don't drop the chain at this critical time!
She was panting and felt tired, however.
Just then, a strange screen came to her mind.
Yu Qingyao (human race)
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Cursed: 010
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Yu Qingyao's heart was a joy, then a black line on his face. Special, is this system useful for me now?
Do you dare to give me a cheat?
She meditated a few words in her heart, but did not respond.
The crop-hands slyly stacked wooden tables of one meter high, one meter wide, and one and eight meters long.
Several youths, shouting trumpets, stepped on the bench, and raised the coffin to the wooden platform.
The patriarch coughed and said, "In order to burn faster and make the fire bigger, each family contributed a spoonful of tung oil."
Someone is willing to whisper, "There are so many firewood, so there is no need to waste oil."
The patriarch sneered: "If it doesn't burn cleanly, and the evil spirits are haunted, and your family is killed, don't you cry!"
The villagers were frightened and reluctantly went home to get oil.
The patriarch shouted loudly, "Everyone move quickly, you must burn it at noon."
The villagers then ran home to get oil.
Yu Qingyao sighed, leaning on her body and looking out greedily at the small hole.
Look at the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, green trees.
After a hard time crossing it, there was the system, special, who knew it was going to be burned to death on the first day.
I don't even see what the world looks like.
What a tragedy!
Wang Yijie, the viewer of Feiyunguan, is the emperor of Baishan Prefecture. He is almost old, but looks like a young man in his thirties, with a high feather coat and three beards fluttering in the wind, riding on a white horse like a fairy in a picture.
Next to him was a young boy in Tsing Yi riding a white horse, with a sword hanging from his waist, and a blue turban.
The youthful facial features are beautiful, and the book volume of the whole body does not give people a weak feeling. His eyes were sharp and agile, and his tight lips were stubborn and stubborn.
His expression was slightly sad.
The young man is Li Huaide. He is alert by nature, knows the best, learns by comparison, and Wang Yijie says that he is a natural cultivation seed.
Li Huaide respectfully said, "Master, it's my house in front."
Wang Daochang nodded with a smile and said, "Book a family relationship for you, and you can rest in peace."
Li Huaide tangled and said, "Thank you, Master!"
He did not want to retreat from his heart, but his parents wanted to retreat, and the master wanted him to retreat. He was a filial child and couldn't stand it.
He wondered secretly, taking time tonight to go to Yu's house, send some money to sister Qingyao, agree with her, and let her wait. Pick him up when he becomes a pro in the city. Either as a girl ring or as a servant, she can never leave her alone.
Wang Daochang was also thinking. Fools have silly blessings. They actually set up a woman born in a cloudy year, a cloudy day, a cloudy day, and a cloudy day. This kind of woman is born to be a good stove. If she can practice, it is even better. I wouldn't have known that he had this blessing if he hadn't counted himself as an inconsistency, so that he could go back and coax his parents to agree.
Of course, it's my blessing now. Fools do n’t lose money either, marrying a grandfather ’s daughter, and do n’t worry about eating and drinking, he also thanked me.
Well, after an excuse, I said I was going to give alms to the baby girl. When I met her, I took her as an apprentice and brought it back to my family view to raise it.
Had it not been for this idea, Wang Daochang Naken would have been so enthusiastic as a matchmaker for his apprentices, introduced good family matters, and so enthusiastically came to the country to preside over the engagement.
Feiyun Guan is in charge of the ground of a state.
At the village entrance, the two saw a large group of people surrounded by a wooden platform with a thin coffin on the platform.
Wang Dao was wondering, saying, "What are your villages doing?"
Li Huaide was also very surprised. When he saw the patriarch in the crowd, he shouted: "Grandpa, what are you doing? Who is dead in the village?"