Sky coffin

Ruohong and others nodded.

I took a deep breath, held the oil lamp, and walked onto the wooden bridge.

Ruohong and others were watching behind me, and only walked onto the bridge after the coffin-carrying team caught up.

I stepped onto the wooden bridge, and the wooden planks swayed under my feet, making one wonder whether the dilapidated wooden bridge could bear the weight of the two coffins.

Nothing strange happened at first, but when I walked to the middle of the wooden bridge, a thick white mist suddenly appeared on the river.

The white mist was so thick that it came towards me like a tide. It looked like a roiling white river. Soon the white mist completely enveloped me.

Is it possible that there really are water ghosts at the bottom of the river?

I was in no hurry to think too much, so I could only choose to speed up and walk across the wooden bridge faster.

As my pace quickened, the creaking sound from the wooden bridge became louder and louder, like an old cow panting.

In addition to the creaking of these wooden boards, there was also the sound of rushing water. The two sounds were intertwined, making the person's scalp numb.

In addition, every time I took a step, there would be a dull sound of footsteps behind me.

Is it Ruohong and the others?

I subconsciously wanted to turn around to see what was going on, but I held myself back.

I continued to move forward, and the dull footsteps behind me turned extremely noisy, as if there were countless people following me.

Moreover, the noisy footsteps were also mixed with the sound of water drops falling to the ground.

There is only one possibility to make such a sound!

That’s what’s at the bottom of the river coming ashore!

I took a deep breath and pretended not to hear.

But the noisy footsteps behind him were like a nightmare, following him every step of the way.

I took a step forward again.

It was this step that caused earth-shaking changes in the surrounding environment.

The moonlight dissipated, the footsteps disappeared, and the surroundings fell into endless darkness, with only the oil lamp in his hand still emitting a faint light.

By the dim light of the oil lamp, I saw a few people standing at the end of the wooden bridge.

The leading man was wearing a green shroud, with an old complexion and white hair. When I saw that man's face clearly, my pupils dilated and shrank instantly, and endless fear invaded me again.

That person is none other than someone else!

It's my grandma!

Grandma was flanked by her grandfather and parents, who were exactly the same as in front of her.

I felt my whole body tremble, and my originally firm steps seemed a little hesitant at this moment. Just when I was hesitating, the sound of Wu Xi's broken voice suddenly came to my ears.

"Liu Su! Hurry up and leave! The coffin-carrying team cannot stop!"

Wu Xi's voice immediately pulled me out of my daze.

I held the oil lamp and walked towards the end of the wooden bridge again.

My grandparents and parents stood quietly at the bridge.

At this moment, the corners of their mouths all raised, giving me a weird smile.

"Xiao Su! Put down the oil lamp and come with us!"

"Yes! Xiao Su put down the oil lamp and reunite with us!"

"My good son! Mom misses you so much!"

"Son! Dad has been waiting for you!"

Their words seemed to be able to confuse people's hearts. I couldn't help but take steps and ran into their arms. Just when I was about to arrive, I suddenly woke up.

There was a bottomless river tumbling in front of me!

My right foot was hanging in the air, and I was only one step away from falling to the bottom of the churning river and falling into the endless abyss!