The coffin is still very heavy and heavy.

Li Huaishui gritted his teeth and even used his strength to suck his breasts, pushing the coffin in front of him. Finally, the coffin moved and made a harsh friction sound.

Li Huaishui said in his heart that he should not relax and push the coffin into the dug hole at one time.

It was difficult and slowly moving forward, and the coffin moved forward little by little.

There was a loud bang.

The coffin fell into the dug pit.

The old lady Li in the coffin was still alive, and she was almost knocked out and froze. However, Li Huaishui didn't pay attention to any of the feet and stepped on a stone. When she slipped under her feet, she fell into the dug tomb.

Oh, Li Huaishui screamed, his head hit the coffin, constantly sucking the air conditioner.

The old lady Li in the coffin heard Li Huaishui's screams, and her heart still hurt for no reason. At this moment, the old lady Li didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly asked Li Huaishui outside the coffin loudly and said: Son, it's okay, did it hurt if it hurts?

Li Huaishui covered her swollen forehead and suddenly heard the mother in the coffin talking. She couldn't help but get angry again and cursed: Why is your old coffin slaughter not dead yet? Shut up, you, if it weren't for burying you, could I fall into such a deep pit? Go and die quickly

The old lady Li in the coffin stopped talking. She didn't know what to say. Tears flowed out unknowingly. Her chest hurt very much, hatred, and hatred. She didn't know where the hatred came from was even heavier.

Even now, Old Lady Li doesn't know who she is hating, whether she hates herself, the dead old man, or her son, and the villagers in Xisipo

She didn't know, maybe she didn't want to know, she would never want to know, and some things were much better than knowing.

I don’t know when his son Li Huaishui was afraid of getting to the tomb pit, because Old Mrs. Li had already heard the sound of soil smashing the coffin board, and some stones were mixed in the soil, which hit the coffin board, making a thumping sound.

This coffin can be regarded as a thin coffin. It is covered with a very thin coffin board, which is not even closed and not painted. When his son Li Huaishui sprinkles soil down, Old Mrs. Li can sometimes see a trace of his figure in a daze.

Later, as the soil became more and more, the gap was covered.

The light could never be seen again, and all that was left was darkness, boundless darkness that drowned her entire world.

The sound of filling the soil can still be heard in my ears, but it is a bit dull.

Gradually, she could not hear anything or see anything. Old Mrs. Li stared at her big eyes and struggled weakly in the coffin and moaned. She suddenly became so scared that she wanted to live and leave this dark world.

She shouted weakly: Son, Son, please let me go out quickly. Mom is so anxious that she can't breathe. Son, I'm so fond of you, I'll make money for you.

There was no response, no response. The only thing that could respond to Old Mrs. Li was her ever-speeding heartbeat. She was very scared, so she kept breathing. The more this happened, the thinner the air in the coffin was.
Chapter completed!