"Mrs. Luo, can I give you my hammer?" an enthusiastic villager asked, handing over the hammer in his hand.
Yang Ruoqing smiled lightly at him and shook her head: "Thank you, no need."
I saw her slowly pulling out the Moye Sword in her hand...
The people around had different expressions.
What are you going to do with a long, thin sword that can't dig through a slab of stone that can't be dug with a hoe, a shovel, or an axe?
I had heard earlier that General Luo was brave and good at fighting, and Mrs. Luo also wielded a sword. However, in the eyes of these villagers, no matter how well a woman danced with a sword, she was just showing off her fists and embroidered legs, just like an opera singer on the stage. The red tassel gun is so dazzling, isn't it still weak in reality?
Except for Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongzhi, everyone else had the same thoughts swirling in their minds.
But they only dare to think about these contemptuous thoughts in their hearts. Anyone who dares to show it on their face is seeking death.
As a result, just as these thoughts struck their minds, a cold light suddenly flashed.
Like a bolt of lightning, the indestructible stone slab under my feet made an unbearable 'click' sound, and a long gap cracked open. The broken stone slab was still steaming white, as if it had just been cut with a kitchen knife. It looked like a piece of steaming tofu.
"Wow, split it? Just split it with a sword? This is amazing!"
"Mrs. Luo is so powerful, and this sword is even more of a magical weapon!"
"..."
After a brief shock, everyone was excited. Pairs of golden eyes were looking at the Moye Sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, so much so that they temporarily ignored the dug stone slab.
Yang Ruoqing had long expected that as long as the Moye Sword was exposed, it would have such an effect. There was no way, who made this legendary sword so awesome!
He secretly enjoyed the feeling of showing off in his heart, but on his face he calmly commanded them to move the broken stone slabs away.
Everyone was a little scared when they entered this stone chamber. After all, Li Dashan used this stone chamber to do evil things in the past. I don't know how many innocent lives died here. Maybe more than ten years have passed and the resentment is still there.
Now, seeing the divine sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, they suddenly felt confident. Plus, there were many people, so they were even less afraid.
One by one, they rolled up their sleeves and started working. Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongzhi also joined the camp.
Li Jia quickly pulled Yang Huazhong back and said, "Yang Lizheng, just let their young people do the work. We will keep an eye on it."
Several village elders also stood behind Li Jia with their hands folded and nodded. As Li Zheng and village elders, they should be lazy when they should be confident. Otherwise, what are their prestige and status used for?
Yang Huazhong's behavior style and psychological understanding of the position of Li Zheng are obviously different from them.
"One more person will give me more strength, and I can move the slate away earlier. Anyway, I will be idle even if I am idle!"
After saying this, he returned and worked enthusiastically with them.
Li Jia and several village elders looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Li Jia couldn't save his face and said, "The uncles should stop moving because they are old. I will also help."
"Okay, Li Jia, please move a few more pieces of gravel on behalf of us old guys." The village elder with the black tumor on his mouth waved his hand and ordered.
Li Jia silently greeted all the women in the village, but with a broad smile on his face, he nodded, turned around and ran to Yang Huazhong: "Yang Lizheng, let me help you carry..."
There is strength in numbers, and soon, a large piece of stone slab was lifted aside by the combined efforts of everyone.
A scarlet coffin appeared in front of everyone.
"coffin!"
"dead!"
"My mother-in-law is so scary!"
The villagers who had been so arrogant and high-spirited before were frightened by the sudden appearance of the coffin. They hurriedly hid to the side and huddled in the corner to look at it from a distance.
Some of them were even more courageous and even ran to the door of the stone room, crossing one leg outside the door and leaving the other inside. They could neither control their fear nor their curiosity.
Yang Ruoqing didn't move an inch, her eyes looking back and forth at the coffin made of vermilion wood with a gold-plated word "Longevity" written on the top.
"Qing'er..."
Yang Huazhong plucked up the courage and came to Yang Ruoqing, "It's unlucky to dig out a coffin here. How about we go out first?"
Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at Yang Huazhong strangely, "Dad, we have dug out the coffin, why do we just throw it away in half?"
Yang Huazhong's face was filled with confusion, "Then...then what are you going to do?"
Yang Ruoqing said calmly: "Of course it's an open coffin!"
"Open the coffin?"
Yang Huazhong, as well as Li Jia and several village elders standing behind him, were frightened again when they heard Yang Ruoqing's words.
The level of shock was no less than when he saw the coffin just now.
Li Jia also hurriedly came up to persuade: "Mrs. Luo, there are many things to pay attention to when opening a coffin, such as time, horoscopes, and the zodiac sign of the person who opened the coffin. People next to you whose time and time are conflicting must be avoided..."
"Crack!"
Li Jia stopped abruptly midway through his words.
The coffin lid in front of him was split into two, slowly cracking, and then falling off.
And Yang Ruoqing was slowly reinserting the sword into the scabbard.
Li Jia was stunned, and everyone was also dumbfounded.
This night, seeing Mrs. Luo saying very little and following Yang Lizheng quietly, I originally thought she had a soft temper.
I didn't expect him to be so domineering, willful, and tough, with no regard for the rules and particularities of his ancestors.
They violently opened the coffin without even saying hello.
"Li Lizheng, don't panic. The rules are set by people. It's not that I disrespect the deceased, but it's forced by the situation. I believe the deceased in the coffin will be considerate."
Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly at Li Jia and said calmly.
Only when you have enough food, warm clothes, and peace and prosperity can you have the leisure and leisure to pay attention to this rule and that rule.
In times of war, when people were starved of food and separated from their flesh and blood, people lived extremely wanton and rough lives, completely following the laws of the jungle.
Especially a person like her who has been born with blood, who has carried countless lives on her hands in this life, how can she still be afraid of those?
Li Jia smiled bitterly and nodded gently, saying nothing more.
I just think silently in my heart, don’t blame the deceased. If you want to blame, blame Mrs. Luo. She is the most powerful official here. Everyone listens to her. She is the boss...
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Accompanied by two deafening sounds of coffin boards hitting the ground, a layer of white mist splashed on the ground.
This white mist was emitted by dust mixed with some antiseptic materials in the coffin. Yang Ruoqing smelled a familiar smell inside, which was a bit pungent. In her previous life, the thing was called lime powder.
In her previous life, in order to carry out a mission, she had lived in the mountainous area of southern Anhui for more than a year under the disguise of being a teaching supporter, and had seen many local customs.
