[Infinite] End Game

The weight of the four men was more than 400 catties, but Tang Yu still felt that he was going to fly out in the next second.

Boss Man below was beating those frightened players with a cane, shouting: "Go again! There are not enough people!!" while driving them to the side of the coffin.

When they moved into the yard, there were 20 people in total. Except for the four people whose bodies had changed and the little girl who had just died, there were 15 people left.

The four Tang Yu were dug out, and the remaining four men were pulled on the coffin by Si Yan and Huo Feng. The remaining seven girls, including Mo Li and Han Ting, could only carefully avoid them no matter how scared they were. The bright red long nails protruding from the gaps in the coffin gathered on the front and rear sides of the coffin to help hold down the coffin lid.

At this time, the force exerted on the coffin was probably as much as a thousand catties, and everyone worked together to barely seal the contents of the coffin inside, but Tang Yu could still feel the force of the inside hitting the coffin, and the force was still there. Bigger and crazier trends.

If it continues like this, let alone whether they can resist after the things inside come out, they may not be able to hold down the coffin board tonight alone.

"Exactly, there are seven monkeys riding on the tree, and seven monkeys on the ground." Si Yan was so upset that he supported the coffin board carefully and changed his position. He looked back at the state of the eight men sitting in a row. Forget to make a complaint from the bottom of my heart.

Tang Yu: ...

Although he knew that this kid was probably the type who talked more when he was nervous, but looking at the hairy back of the boy's head, Tang Yu still wanted to slap him.

It's obviously a matter of life and death, okay, why did he remember to dig himself out?

"...the God of Wealth is unwilling to leave." Boss Man stood beside the coffin, leaning on his cane and raising his head, sighing, the wrinkles on his face seemed to get deeper in an instant.The old man let out a long sigh, then looked at Dong Hanshi who was dressed in red on the stairs, and said, "Bring the boy out."

Dong Hanshi has witnessed this series of changes, but her eyes are always cold, against her gorgeous face, they are like red lotuses in the mist.After hearing Boss Man's words, Dong Han took another deep look at the coffin, then turned and walked into the room.

A few minutes later, she came out again, holding a thin arm in her hand, like dragging a sack or tearing a piece of rag, dragging the messy boy out step by step.

Not only the sackcloth, but the boy's hair was messy and upturned, and a pair of black eyes looked extra large on his pale face.

Dong Hanshi's walking wasn't too fast, but it was the pace of an adult after all. The boy was held in her hands, and he followed the woman's footsteps with great difficulty with his arms hanging.

The boy seemed to have just been awakened from a dream, seeing the almost absurd scene in the yard, the expression of fear could not help but appear on his face.But Dong Han didn't care about the child's feelings at all, and directly reached out and pushed him on the back, pushing the child down a few steps of the main house.

The child staggered a few steps before standing still, raised his face to look at the person in front of him, the boss Man put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and said to Dong Hanshi, "Go get another bag of rice."

Dong Hanshi glanced at the old man indifferently, turned around and went back to the room without saying a word, and when she came out again, she had a bag of rice in her hand.

Tang Yu glanced at it, and it looked like it should be a [-]-jin bag.

"It's a little less." Boss Man shook the rice bag with some regret, then pointed the tip of the crutch at the bottom of the rice bag, and poked a hole the size of a fingernail, and white and plump rice grains flowed out from the damage.

"Come on, brat." Boss Man put the bag of rice on the child's back, pointed to the open space in front of the two pale curtains, and said, "Walk there, the rice will run out before you can stop."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care how the boy could move the bag of rice, so he pushed the child, then knelt down in front of the mourning hall, extended his arms and bowed solemnly three times, muttering words in his mouth. Mumbling something.The cold wind at night rolled up the old man's solemn and obscure chant, as if it came from the sky.

The weight of twenty catties is too heavy for a teenage child, not to mention that the child is thinner than ordinary children because of stunted growth.

But the boy didn't say a word, just opened his big eyes, bent down obediently and slowly carried the rice bag on his back, but because it was too heavy, he had to shake it every step he took.

Tang Yu couldn't stand it anymore. The child seemed to him to be a little cabbage poisoned by feudal superstition, but just as he was about to say that it was useless to do so and let the child stop and rest, he suddenly felt The force pushing down on the coffin board seemed to have weakened.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at Si Yan, and met the boy's eyes in mid-air, but saw the same confusion in the boy's eyes.

"What's the matter? Popeye's spinach is too strong?" Si Yan blurted out.

Tang Yu also looked confused. Although he still couldn't believe it, he felt that he couldn't deceive anyone. He pursed his lips and looked worriedly at the little figure who was struggling to move with the rice bag on his back, but he couldn't say anything more.

Obviously relying on children to fight for the chance of survival, it would be too shameless to say something high-sounding.

The time that seemed long to everyone was actually not very long. When the last grain of rice slipped from the rice bag and fell to the ground, the struggle in the coffin finally stopped.Boss Man also decisively struck a match, brought the flame close to the wick, and re-lit the ever-burning lamp.

The flame on the wick flickered a few times, but finally persisted. Huo Feng jumped down from the coffin, took the match from Man Boss, and ran to the back of the coffin to light another long burning lamp.Under the reflection of the two oil lamps, the coffin board was successfully buckled back.

Tang Yu slid down from the coffin, and the moment he landed, he realized that his joints were about to fall apart.

Tang Yu took a breath, then dragged his legs and walked to the curtain, bent down to pick up the little boy.

Tang Yuping looked at the child's pale face and asked him softly if he felt any discomfort.

However, the child just shook his head, and the sweat on his chin fell onto the collar of his clothes. His black and white eyes reflected Tang Yu's appearance, but he showed no emotion at all.

The child is as light as a piece of paper, and probably not used to being hugged, so the whole body is stiff.

Tang Yu carried him up the steps and put him at the door of the main house. As soon as the child's feet touched the ground, he went into the house without looking back.

Boss Man found a place some distance away from the coffin, beckoned and gathered everyone together, his cloudy eyes seemed to have a mysterious and solemn light.

"You have all seen it. If you send the God of Wealth away, you will live. If you can't, everyone will die together." Boss Man glanced at everyone one by one, and warned: "There are two days before the burial. Tomorrow I will send chariots and horses, and the day after tomorrow." Divide the acupoints, don't make mistakes for anyone."

After he finished speaking, he left everyone behind and left, but the words "send, chariot, horse" were chiseled into Tang Yu's mind like an axe, splitting his chaotic thoughts.

"...What's the matter?" Seeing that everyone had dispersed but Tang Yu was still standing there, Si Yan bumped Tang Yu's shoulder.

Tang Yu came back to his senses, looked at Si Yan with an indescribable expression on his face, and asked, "We have gone through so many houses, have you seen who is making paper figurines?"

"Paper man?" Si Yan opened his eyes wide, recalled it carefully for a long time, and came to a conclusion that made his face change suddenly: "No."

None.

Si Yan clenched his fist unconsciously, he coughed lightly, and said as easily as possible: "No, it's not surprising that there is no one, don't the locals think it is unlucky to make a paper doll out early, maybe..."

Halfway through the talk, Si Yan couldn't continue, because reason told him that no matter how skilled the people here are, it is impossible to tie up the required paper figures and chariots overnight, not to mention that they will all be there at night. Do not turn on the light.

Tang Yu's voice was also a little dry, and he let out a cautious breath, as if this could reduce the depression in his heart, he said: "Do you still remember the person who lost weight? There are also those before."

"... Tell me, do they look like paper dolls?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-0914:58:16~2019-12-1015:55:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Senqin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!