Wanbao Lady

Chapter 312 Carrying the Coffin

That night.

In the Jiang family’s wooden house.

While Grandpa Jiang was applying medicine and bandaging Murong Zhuo, he said reluctantly, "Sir, you should take some time to recover from your injury. Let us villagers hang up Xiao Sheng's coffin!"

However, his men shook their heads.

"No, I will do what I said."

The person is gone and there is nothing he can do to save him. The only thing he can do now, and what he wants to do most, is to fulfill the other person's last wish personally.

Seeing the person in front of him so determined, Grandpa Jiang sighed helplessly.

But the young man in front of him said, "Don't worry, old man. I am a martial artist, so this injury is nothing. I will hang the coffin up tomorrow, so that Brother Qi's last wish can be fulfilled soon."

Grandpa Jiang paused and said, "Actually, there is no need to be so hasty. Even if we wait for a few days, I'm sure Xiao Sheng will not blame us if he knows about it in the afterlife."

The next moment, the young man in front of him was still shaking his head, insisting on doing so.

Seeing that persuasion was of no use, the old man said no more.

But the old man's eyes were deeply moved.

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On the second day, with the help of many villagers, they first buried the bodies of the two wanderers in the ground, and then carried the coffins and led Murong Zhuo to the foot of the hanging coffin cliff.

Looking up, I saw a lot of black coffins, some new and some old, parked on the cliff in front of me.

Some of them are old, the paint has fallen off, and the wood has begun to weather, showing signs of age.

Some people directly found natural caves on the cliff and stuffed the coffins into them. More people chiseled two or three holes on the cliff, then inserted wooden stakes into the holes and placed the coffins on top.

At first glance, the entire cliff was covered with black coffins hanging everywhere, making it look eerie.

But most of the coffins were hung at a height of between three and ten feet. Some were hung as high as thirty feet from the ground. I don't know how these villagers did it.

Thinking of Qi Sheng's last wish, Murong Zhuo looked all the way to the highest point of the cliff.

It was more than sixty feet above the ground, and it went down vertically. Not to mention the mountain roads around it, it was even hard to find a place to stay!

It was also because of this that there was no coffin at the top, but by luck he found a natural cave that was big enough to accommodate a coffin.

No, it's more of a depression on the mountain wall than a cave, but this depression is a little wider, so it should be no problem for a person to stand upright.

Just right to shelter from wind and rain.

Murong Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to a high place and said, "Look, there is a depression there. I'm going to put the coffin there!"

Hearing this, everyone looked in the direction his finger was pointing, and their mouths opened in surprise.

"It's so high... Sir, this is not easy to do!"

"Let's find a lower place! It's too high there. If we're not careful, there will be an accident."

"Yes, my lord."

Listening to everyone's persuasion, Murong Zhuo shook his head and said, "Since Brother Qi's last wish is to hang his coffin at the highest point, I will definitely do it for him."

"Besides," he looked at everyone, "I am a martial artist. Although I cannot say that my martial arts skills are the best in the world, I have made some achievements. This level is definitely not unattainable for me."

As he said this, he immediately stepped forward, carried the coffin that was being carried by several villagers onto his shoulders, planned the general route in his mind, and without saying a word he used his Qinggong to jump onto the cliff.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Murong Zhuo was seen as a nimble mountain goat, accurately finding the next landing point with each jump, and using both hands and feet to climb to a higher position.

After a while, it had risen to a height of more than ten feet.

But the higher you rise, the more it tests your courage and ability.

If you are not careful, you will slip and fall.

Only Chongfan, who is a first-person perspective, can feel the hardships involved.

Qi Sheng left this last wish to his two brothers, and he must have calculated that they would be able to complete it successfully.

Besides the fact that there were two of them, and it would be more convenient for them to carry the coffin together, more importantly, his two brothers were probably, like him, also skilled in powerful light-kung skills.

But now Murong Zhuo was the only one carrying the coffin, so his center of gravity was not so stable. If he was not careful, he would bump into the rock wall and be pulled backwards by the coffin, which made everyone below the mountain terrified.

It's really thrilling.

Fortunately, there are occasionally some vines hanging down from the cliffs, which can provide some assistance.

But even so, carrying the coffin to a height of sixty feet by oneself is a very challenging task.

Not to mention that his injuries have not yet healed.

It's like dancing on a tightrope with one's life!

"Hoohoohoo..."

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his face, and the clothes around his neck were wet.

Murong Zhuo was breathing heavily from time to time, but his eyes were fixed on the sky, completely focused and not blinking.

The people below were as quiet as chickens, afraid of making any noise and disturbing the people above, and they were all worried and nervous.

Nearly half an hour later.

In the excited sight of everyone, they saw the other person jump onto the depression in the cliff, and then put the coffin on his shoulder down.

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

Cheers suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.

"It worked! He succeeded!"

"He managed to get up there from such a high place! He's a real hero!"

"Incredible..."

"Xiao Sheng, if you are still alive, it's time for you to rest in peace!"

It's just that it was too far away, so the cheers of the crowd were greatly diminished when they reached here.

He half leaned against the mountain wall to recover his strength, quietly looking at the natural scenery between heaven and earth in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment, he looked at the coffin beside him, bowed three times respectfully, and seemed to murmur, "Brother Qi, I have fulfilled your last wish. Here is your hometown and your relatives. You should not feel lonely, right?"

He stood there in silence for a while, then used his lightness skills to jump off the cliff.

This time, without the weight of the coffin, it was obviously a lot easier.

It didn't take long before they successfully reached the foot of the mountain and were welcomed with concern and support from everyone.

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The screen changes again.

This time it was still in Grandpa Jiang’s wooden house.

When Grandpa Jiang took off the gauze and took a look, he was amazed and kept saying "tsk tsk" sounds.

"You are truly a god! With such an injury, you have healed in just a few days! This is something I have never seen before!"

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo was also delighted.

"Really? That's really great."

That day he bid farewell to Grandpa Jiang and the elders of Dashi Township, and despite everyone's attempts to keep him, he set out on his journey back alone.

Because he still had one important thing to complete.

The memory scene ends here.

-

in the real world.

Chongfan opened his eyes immediately.

There was a complex expression in his eyes.