"Taochang, the coffin is too heavy, we can't lift it!" a few coffin carriers lifted their heads, looking toward the wizard dancing in front of Zhang Family hall and said.
"It's impossible!" At least at noon, you can't lift the coffin. Otherwise, you don't want to bury them properly. You must lift the coffin!" the wizard shouted loudly.
"Yes! Brothers, also give me strength, we must lift the coffin!" The head of the coffin carriers turned to look behind his brother, crying out loudly.
"112... let's go... 112... rise up!" Inspired by the chant, the group struggled to lift thirteen coffins. But now the coffins still lay on the chairs, expressionless and motionless, despite their utmost effort.
"Rise, rise!" The coffin bearing Zhang Akun's remains was finally lifted. With the efforts of four men, the coffin slowly left the long-faced chairs...
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