Chapter 1 The Moving Coffin

"Master is moving! He's coming out!" Wang Bao trembled uncontrollably.

Everyone followed Wang Bao's gaze towards the sedan. At this moment, the sedan was resting securely on the ground, completely still. Moreover, the sedan was completely shielded by its curtains, just as it had been when they set out.

But now, darkness still lingered. After hearing Wang Bao's words, Jiang Cheng, Luo Tianhe, and the others were relatively calm, but the remaining porters were filled with panic. Although no one said it explicitly, everyone understood that unless this matter was cleared up, it would be impossible to get these people to carry the sedan.

Helpless, the second young master could only look at Jiang Cheng and the others with pleading eyes. "Esteemed masters, you must be laughing at us. I didn't expect our servants to be so useless. But time is pressing, and I hope…" He paused, then added, "The esteemed masters only need to carry the sedan for a short distance, just so the servants can see that there's no problem with the sedan. They can carry it the rest of the way."

This kind of request was impossible to refuse, and everyone could only grit their teeth and agree.

Yao Shunyu and Li Bai exerted their strength simultaneously, one in front and one behind. But then a bizarre scene unfolded. The sedan only shook a little and didn't budge.

"What's going on?"

Then, Fatty and Ding Zongzhen took their turn, but this time, the sedan was only lifted a little before crashing back to the ground with a "thud."

Now everyone was panicking. Everyone knew how heavy a corpse was. How was it possible that two people of this build couldn't lift it? Fatty was panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the sedan.

There was definitely something wrong with this sedan.

Seeing this, Wang Bao became even more terrified and shouted, "I told you there was something wrong with this sedan! Master is probably unwilling to die and wants to drag someone with him to be buried alive! Everyone, run…"

Yao Shunyu stepped forward and slapped Wang Bao across the face, forcing the rest of his words back into his mouth. "If you talk nonsense again, I'll kill you!" Yao Shunyu threatened fiercely.

But the problem had already surfaced, and it was impossible to ignore it. The sky was already beginning to lighten. If this sedan was left here, something terrifying might happen once the sun rose.

Without hesitation, Luo Tianhe volunteered to step forward. He took a lantern from a servant and walked towards the motionless sedan.

The sedan was very quiet at the moment. Luo Tianhe walked very slowly over the short distance. Jiang Cheng's attention was drawn to Luo Tianhe's footsteps. He wasn't walking in a straight line; his steps were very strange.

Finally, he stood in front of the sedan and gently lifted the curtain. The next second, Luo Tianhe seemed to see a terrifying scene and immediately took a half-step back.

By the light of the lantern, everyone could see clearly that the corpse inside the sedan was now in a strange position, sitting up from its seat and leaning forward significantly. The corpse's right hand was making a pulling motion, as if trying to pull the curtain in front of it.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts trembled. This was exactly the same as what Wang Bao had said!

Luo Tianhe was decisive. He immediately dropped the curtain and retreated, but always kept his face towards the sedan until he retreated back into the crowd. Then he turned around and walked straight to Wang Bao.

Wang Bao had just stood up when he was slapped again. This slap was much heavier than Yao Shunyu's, knocking Wang Bao to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What nonsense did you say to anger Master Wu?" Luo Tianhe demanded. Everyone could see that this usually calm man was truly angry this time.

"I… I didn't. How could I…" Wang Bao wanted to argue, but the next second, Luo Tianhe grabbed him with one hand and dragged him towards the sedan.

Wang Bao struggled non-stop, but Luo Tianhe's hand was like an iron clamp, unyielding.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I… I said the wrong thing. I didn't want to carry a sedan with a corpse in it, so I just complained a few times. I didn't mean it. I was just complaining that it was too heavy. How could a corpse be so heavy…" Wang Bao grabbed Luo Tianhe's hand and cried.

Now Jiang Cheng roughly understood. He had also heard this saying: when carrying a coffin for the dead, you must never say that the coffin is heavy, otherwise you will be resented by the corpse inside. With deep resentment, the coffin would become heavier, so heavy that no one could lift it.

And once such a situation occurred, the remedy was to find the deceased's relatives, let the relatives persuade the deceased, and then have the offender kneel down and kowtow to apologize in front of everyone.

If the deceased forgave, the resentment would dissipate, and naturally the coffin could be lifted. But if the deceased didn't forgive, then the matter would be serious. This coffin would be left on the road, and when midnight arrived, the corpse would break out of the coffin and seek revenge on the offender.

Therefore, since ancient times, extremely evil coffins have been specially carried by special organizations. These organizations specialize in training many mutes, after all, mutes will not say the wrong thing and break taboos.

At this moment, Wang Bao also knew that he had said the wrong thing. If tonight's matter was not handled well, he would lose his life. Wang Bao knelt down directly and kowtowed to the sedan like a pestle, constantly saying words of apology.

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind blew past, and the flame in the lantern in Luo Tianhe's hand flickered a few times and went out with a "poof."

Now everyone was panicking. This was clearly unwilling to let them go. Wang Bao's death was a small matter, but delaying the burial of the corpse was a major matter. Moreover, they were sure that this corpse would definitely not stay obediently in the tomb. It would definitely come out and return to the Wu family's old house.

"Keep kowtowing, don't stop!" Luo Tianhe appeared very calm and quickly relit the candle in the lantern.

The flame was swaying precariously in the yin wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

In fact, there was no need for Luo Tianhe to speak. Wang Bao kowtowed frantically until blood could be seen on his forehead. Finally, the yin wind dissipated, and the surrounding temperature rose.

After a twitch, Wang Bao fainted directly.

Luo Tianhe continued to walk forward in a strange rhythm, approaching the sedan. He used his hand to lift the curtain and took a look. Everyone's hearts finally settled down. Master Wu's corpse had returned to its original state, sitting upright in the sedan.

Luo Tianhe bowed to the sedan, then respectfully retreated step by step, turned around and waved his hand to the remaining porters, and said in a commanding tone: "Go back, lift the sedan!"

After what had just happened, these porters regarded Luo Tianhe as if they were looking at a god. Who would dare to disobey him? They immediately ran forward, and someone took Wang Bao's place. Without much effort, they lifted the sedan.

"Only one incense stick's time left, hurry up!" Luo Tianhe looked at the dimly lit area ahead and couldn't help but frown.