I don't know how long this jolting feeling lasted. Wu Sheng stared blankly at the coffin lid.
Why don't these people play by the rules? Why did you just carry yourself away? !
Wu Sheng felt that continuing like this was not an option, and he couldn't just let them carry him away just before his eyes.
If you struggle a little, you might be able to run away, but if you don't even struggle, you'll just have to wait to die.
Immediately, Wu Sheng began to twist his body, causing the coffin to shake even more violently. The coffin swayed and fell to the ground.
It happened to land on its side, and the coffin lid also hit the ground with this force. Wu Sheng hugged the jar tightly and ran forward.
Behind him, there was the sound of clattering footsteps. Their footsteps were very light, and they were worthy of being paper figures.
Suddenly Wu Sheng got into a forest, which could slow down their speed to a great extent.
There are weeds and branches everywhere here, and even scraping will break them.
After running for an unknown amount of time, there was finally no sound of footsteps behind him. Wu Sheng looked back to make sure that the paper man was not following him, and sat down on the ground.
He began to gasp for air, but suddenly he saw a figure not far away walking slowly towards him.
"Ah? Come again?!" Wu Sheng stood up and ran, but the voice scolded him.
"Why are you running away, you little brat? Seeing your uncle is like seeing a ghost!" A familiar voice got closer and closer to Wu Sheng.
Isn't this the voice of Second Uncle Chen? !
If I don’t run away, can I still fool around with you? !
Wu Sheng spread his legs and ran in the other direction, while the sounds behind him became louder and louder.
"Hey, you little brat! The more you talk, the more addicted you become!" Uncle Chen said as he chased after Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng was already exhausted at this time. How could he outrun a little old man? Uncle Chen quickly caught up with Wu Sheng and blocked his way.
"Oh, my old bones are almost falling apart due to you." Uncle Chen looked as if his body had been hollowed out.
"Both sides of where you are running are cemeteries. Are you crazy, little brat? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"
Seeing that he didn't dare to speak, Wu Sheng turned around and wanted to run away, but suddenly he remembered his father's words.
yes! Uncle Chen is dead, but he still has a twin brother, Wu Sheng’s Uncle Chen!
"Are you...Uncle Chen?" Wu Sheng asked tremblingly.
"Little brat, what are you talking about?" Wu Sheng made him laugh angrily.
But in Wu Sheng's eyes, it was a sinister smile, a smile that wanted his life, or he turned around and ran away.
But this time, Uncle Chen didn't stop him. He smiled and said, "Who else could I be if I weren't your Uncle Chen? Your second uncle has been dead for more than two months."
"Didn't we meet in the afternoon?" Uncle Chen took a deep breath: "Are you confused? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wu Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment, and then told Uncle Chen about his experience.
"What?!" Uncle Chen was shocked and quickly asked Wu Sheng to show the way: "In this case, you can only hide in the coffin and see if you can hide it!"
Wu Sheng nodded. With Uncle Chen here, he felt more confident, so he quickly took him and ran in the direction of the coffin.
After a while, the two of them returned to the original place, and only the black coffin was left here.
Fortunately, the coffin was not too big. The two of them used all their strength to finally turn the coffin over.
They worked together to close the coffin lid, and Uncle Chen gasped: "Hurry in, little bastard."
"Well." Wu Sheng was halfway into the coffin, and suddenly an idea popped into his head: "Uncle Chen, I have a question."
Uncle Chen, who was struggling to close the coffin lid, was startled: "What's wrong, little bastard?"
"Did you also leave the stage during the paper puppet show?" Wu Sheng felt more and more that Uncle Chen in front of him was a little fishy.
Wu Sheng was ready to run at any time.
But Uncle Chen didn't say anything, and the strength to close the coffin lid became stronger!
"Baby! You talk too much nonsense!" How could Uncle Chen still have the kind look on his face before?
Now he looks like an evil ghost. After he finished speaking, his eyes fell directly! The red blood flowed down the face!
He is actually a ghost? ! Is he already dead? ! Wu Sheng's spine was so frightened by the scene before him that he broke into a cold sweat.
"Xiao Sheng!" A familiar voice suddenly came from the distance!
After Uncle Chen saw that figure, he immediately ran away without looking back.
After the man hurried over, Wu Sheng realized that this man was actually Uncle Liangzi.
"Uncle Liangzi!" Wu Sheng shouted excitedly, as if he had seen a life-saving straw: "Where were you just now?".
"Don't mention it. Not long after you entered the coffin, the four of us met those paper figures. They knocked us unconscious immediately."
"When we woke up, we found that you were missing, so we split up and started looking for you. Alas!" Uncle Liangzi sighed heavily, as if blaming himself.
"It's okay, it's okay, Uncle Liangzi, am I fine now?" Wu Sheng said with a forced smile.
Uncle Liangzi nodded: "You go into the coffin first. I and a few of them will call us to take you back. Otherwise, we won't be able to explain to your father and the village chief."
Wu Sheng nodded and lay down in the coffin. After a while, the coffin slowly rose up.
"The uncles came quite quickly." Wu Sheng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
I saw a few people walking faster and faster without feeling tired at all. But I walked for a long time but had no intention of stopping.
Wu Sheng clearly remembered that he hadn't been carried for that long just now? Could it be that Uncle Liangzi and the others were afraid of being embarrassed to meet their father and village chief, so they took a detour?
After thinking about it, Wu Sheng felt that this was more reasonable, and he hugged the jar tightly again.
After an unknown amount of time, it finally stopped.
"Uncle Liangzi?" Wu Sheng shouted: "Are we there?"
What Wu Sheng responded to was the sound of rustling branches that kept coming to his ears.
wrong! Why is there the sound of branches blowing? There are obviously no trees planted in my home!
Suddenly the lid of the coffin was pulled open. Wu Sheng, who couldn't bear his temper, stood up and looked around.
It doesn't matter at this glance, it almost made his eyes pop out like his Uncle Chen!
The night sky was covered with dark clouds, surrounded by woods, and in front of him was a brand new cemetery!
The tombstone reads "The Tomb of Ziqing, the Queen of the Wang Family"!
"How did I get here?!" Wu Sheng turned pale with fright: "Could it be... are they all dead?!"
