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When Steamed Bun was alive, he often walked from home to the pig farm.

Because his family was the only butcher in the village, before he went to work at Foxconn, he had been feeding his father pigs in the pig farm.

Although it was called a pig farm, it was actually a courtyard that was tens of square meters in size. It was specifically used for slaughtering pigs.

Steamed Bun had always thought of marrying a wife, but if he killed a pig at home, he was afraid that the girl would find it dirty. Therefore, his father asked the village chief to specially grant him this piece of land.

But unfortunately, Steamed Bun had never gotten married even when he died.

The journey from his house to the pig farm was only two miles, and it only took forty minutes to travel back and forth.

At the beginning, I was fine, but as I walked back, I noticed that the faces of these Eight Immortals were a little off. Their expressions were a little twisted, and they seemed to be struggling to lift it up.

It was obvious that Lin Jian had also discovered it. He had instructed the Eight Immortals to carry them back in one breath and not stop.

However, the faces of the Eight Immortals grew uglier and uglier to behold.

I went up to ask the Second Master Lin quietly when no one was looking. What's going on?

Second Master Lin gasped for breath and told me, why is it so heavy?

I said, it's nothing, it's just a coffin, and walking around the village is nothing.

However, after thinking about it carefully, my heart immediately sank.

The Eight Immortals didn't say anything. Since they couldn't stop, they would continue to persevere.

Lin Jian was scattering money in front of him as he screamed, "All in a hurry! All dead and rising! Take the money and start on the road!"

Halfway through, the Eight Immortals found it difficult to persevere.

Da Jian could not hold it in anymore. He said this in a trembling voice, and it became heavier and heavier …

The others also started to say, "Why don't we stop for a while, we really can't carry it anymore!" Even the Second Master Lin was starting to sweat profusely.

Without waiting for Second Master Lin to speak, the village chief did not want to listen. He shouted loudly and loudly, no one was allowed to stop, otherwise, next year, the village would be developed, and the village would be developed.

It seemed like the Village Chief was really worried this time. He was probably more anxious than anyone else.

Lin Jian wiped off his sweat and told them to hold on a little longer.

However, the Eight Immortals were getting slower and slower as they carried the coffin, and it was getting harder and harder.

There was a small hill in front of him, and if he went downhill, he would be fine.

But coming back turned into going uphill, this was a little troublesome.

He was really worried about what would happen next.

When the coffin was lifted onto the slope, Da Jian, who was walking at the very front, stepped on something, causing him to lose his balance. "Putong", he fell onto the ground!

Soon, the rest of the students lost their balance and fell to the ground.

With a "clang", the coffin fell heavily onto the ground, stirring up a thick layer of dust.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Second Master Lin stomped his feet and shouted. He's finished!

As for the Village Chief, with a "gulp", he sat down on the ground. He was scared silly. As for the others, some were running, some were running, some were running. The scene immediately became chaotic.

At this moment, my mind is blank, I don't know what will happen next.

As for the four Eight Immortals, although they were sitting up, they were all extremely tired. They all sat on the ground and began to breathe raggedly. All of them were drenched with sweat.

After resting for half a day, most of the people had already run off. The few people present had also recovered.

The village chief asked Second Master Lin with a sullen face what to do. Second Master Lin shook his head and panted as he replied, afraid that he could not even raise his head.

The village chief was on the verge of tears.

Second Master Lin let the others stand up and try to lift it.

The result, as he had expected, was that the coffin seemed to grow in the ground, unmoving.

At this moment, the village chief was a little embarrassed. He went straight to the point and asked the Second Master Lin, when would the funeral of Steamed Bun be resolved? The Village Head's face was livid, he did not finish his words.

I know very well that the last thing he'll say is that if it doesn't work out, I'm going to ask you a question.

Since the Second Master Lin was being shrewd, he naturally understood. He thought for a moment. How about this, give me one night's time, then I'll give you an answer in the morning.

The village chief asked, "Then what about the coffin?" Just like that?

The Second Master Lin said that he had found someone to take turns keeping watch, and would stand guard here.

The Village Head then said, "I will believe you one last time!"

With that, he patted the dirt on his butt and left with a dark face.

Second Master Lin looked at the Eight Immortals and told them that it would be tough for them to stay here for one day.

From the looks of it, the Eight Immortals were in a difficult situation.

But I could guess that they were having an intense mental struggle.

It was for the "dividends" of the tourism industry.

In the end, the brothers gritted their teeth. Fine, this thing is done.

Second Master Lin stopped when he saw the situation, and said that that was right! I'm just an old man, otherwise I would definitely be with you.

The other three Eight Immortals shook their heads helplessly.

Second Master Lin brought me back to prepare something, get me some paper money, and then burn some paper for him.

On the way, I asked him how long Steamed Bun was going to keep causing trouble.

The Second Master Lin said that he still had some unfulfilled wishes. Otherwise, he wouldn't be making such a ruckus. If he wanted to send Steamed Bun away smoothly, he would have to find his "knot in his heart".

Second Master Lin told me to pack my stuff and quickly go home. The things here have nothing to do with me.

I nodded, then called home and told them I was coming home tomorrow.

I wanted to settle the matter of my work visa once I got home, then fly back to Baroda.

When I eat dinner at Second Master Lin's home at night, they prepare a table of food for me. Second Master Lin advised me to not touch any of those things when I return to India.

I nodded and didn't say anything.

After dinner, I went to sleep early in the evening. I let go of all distractions in my heart and naturally fell asleep very quickly.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, I was awoken by a noise. I opened my eyes and listened carefully. The noise came from outside. I put on my clothes and rushed out.

When he came outside, he discovered that there were many people running here and there. Fear was written all over their faces.

At this moment, a peasant ran past me. I grabbed him and asked him what was the matter.

The farmer panted and told me that something had happened and that he had caused a ghost!

After a careful inquiry, he found out that Steamed Bun's ghost had come to beg for food from the four Eight Immortals while they were guarding the coffin …

Hearing this, my scalp tingled. I saw many people running back and forth in the distance. It was as if the entire village had been swept away, turning into a pot of porridge.

I lifted my leg and ran towards Baozi's home. When I arrived at his house, I saw the pale faces of the three Eight Immortals sitting in the courtyard.

At the same time, Second Master Lin rushed over. Upon seeing Second Master Lin, the Eight Immortals' expression relaxed a lot.

Second Master Lin asked as soon as he entered. What's going on?

One of the Eight Immortals said that something had happened while he was taking a piss!