On the chilling Hook Mountain, the mournful music echoed through the silent valley, exuding an unparalleled desolation.

The funeral procession was filled with sorrow and misery. Xie Qiang must have invited them from a neighboring village because these people were all unfamiliar faces. Besides, everyone in our village knew what had happened to the Xie family, so even if he paid people to carry the coffin, they probably wouldn't agree.

In rural areas, there are specialized bands that play music for celebratory and funeral occasions. As long as you pay, they will come to help perform, blowing their instruments with great enthusiasm. Of course, besides playing music, if it's a wedding, they can help welcome the bride. If it's a funeral, they can assist in the procession.

I hung back far behind the funeral procession, making sure Xie Qiang couldn't see me.

When we reached halfway up the mountain, the bearers suddenly stopped.

Xie Qiang walked a distance ahead before realizing that the others hadn't caught up.

"What are you doing?" Xie Qiang asked.

One of the bearers said, "Boss, we can't lift this coffin anymore..."

"Can't lift it? We've only walked halfway! Aren't you professionals at this? If you can't even lift a coffin, what are you doing here?" Xie Qiang was in a bad mood, and his tone was confrontational.

One of the older bearers said, "Boss, it's not that we don't have the strength. The coffin suddenly became heavy, like it's stuck. We can't lift it and move!"

Xie Qiang frowned. "If you can't lift it, then get a few more people to help. It's my dad's corpse inside the coffin, not a stone. How can it be so heavy?"

The older bearer signaled the two people behind to come forward and assist.

In theory, six men should have no problem carrying a coffin.

But to everyone's surprise, the coffin was indeed heavy. The six men gritted their teeth but couldn't lift it. Instead, there was a cracking sound, and the ropes binding the coffin snapped, causing it to fall to the ground with a dull thud.

The mountain was quiet, and the cold wind blew. The six men looked at each other, wondering what was happening.

"Why did the coffin fall? Clumsy fools, what are you standing there for? Quickly lift it up! Lift it up!" Xie Qiang stomped his feet in anger, shouting at the bearers.

The bearers, knowing that it was not good for the coffin to fall, quickly gathered around, re-tied the ropes tightly, and then exerted force together, trying to lift the coffin.

But strangely enough, no matter how hard they tried, the coffin remained immovable, as if it were rooted to the ground, incredibly heavy.

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Even with Xie Lao Er's corpse inside the wooden coffin, it shouldn't weigh more than two or three hundred pounds. Could six men still be unable to lift two or three hundred pounds?

Something seemed suspicious!

"1, 2, 3! 1, 2, 3! 1, 2, 3!"

The six men exerted tremendous effort, but the coffin remained motionless, as heavy as a solid rock.

Those six men were definitely not acting. Sweat dripped down their faces, indicating their intense exertion.

Seeing this, others also came over to help.

Not only could they not lift it, but they couldn't even push it. The coffin seemed to have taken root underground.

Xie Qiang refused to believe it and personally stepped forward to try pushing the coffin.

More than ten people surrounded the coffin, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Xie Qiang anxiously slapped the coffin, "Father, what's wrong with you? Can you stop messing around? Please!"

Xie Lao Er's wife also panicked and pulled Xie Qiang aside, "Son, something seems off. We didn't listen to Yang's advice, could it be..."

Xie Qiang turned his head angrily, "Why should I listen to him...?"

Suddenly, Xie Qiang noticed me and pointed at me, cursing, "Why are you following us? Can't you leave us alone?"

Since my whereabouts were exposed, I stopped hiding and walked quickly in front of Xie Qiang. "Something happened?"

Xie Qiang gritted his teeth, his facial muscles trembling. "It's none of your business. Get lost as far as you can. Without the village chief protecting you now, believe me, I'll punch your face until it's swollen."

I pointed at the coffin and said, "Stop pretending. The coffin fell, and you can't solve the problem. If you want to stay alive, leave quickly. Leave the coffin here and wait for Ku Daxian to handle it!"

Xie Qiang pointed at my nose and said viciously, "Kid, I warn you, stop spreading rumors!"

I was truly desperate. I forcefully pushed away Xie Qiang's hand and angrily said, "You idiot, lives are at stake here. Leave now! Leave!"

At this moment, the older bearer walked over, his face looking grim. "Boss, something's wrong. We might have encountered a 'corpse clutching the coffin'!"

"What corpse clutching the coffin?" Xie Qiang asked impatiently.

The older bearer sighed, his face flickering uncertainly. "When someone dies tragically with intense grudges and unresolved resentment, they refuse to be buried. During the funeral procession, their grudges tightly 'clutch' onto the coffin, making it immovable!"

Xie Qiang waved his hand impatiently, "Don't talk nonsense to me. I paid you to come and participate in the funeral. You should do your job, whether you can or not!"

The older bearer rubbed his hands, looking troubled. "Boss, it's not about money. When encountering a 'corpse clutching the coffin,' there's nothing we can do! If another corpse transformation occurs, our lives will be at risk! Let's forget about the money. We really can't solve this problem. You'd better find someone more capable!"

Xie Qiang angrily scolded, "You bunch of useless people! If you don't have the skills, why did you come here to take the job? And now, leaving the coffin abandoned halfway up the mountain, what does that mean? Huh? Do you have any professional ethics?"

Those people packed up their things, ignoring Xie Qiang. After all, compared to earning money, life was more important.

What meaning would money have if they lost their lives?

Suddenly, Xie Qiang swung his fist and hit me in the face, angrily cursing, "It's all your bewitch! I'll Kill you!"

I fell to the ground, and Xie Qiang kicked me again. I rolled and hit my back against the coffin.

At that moment, the familiar sound of grinding teeth came from inside the coffin, giggle giggle giggle!

The forest was quiet, and everyone present heard the sound. The faces of the bearers turned pale with shock.

They helped with dozens of funerals every year and had seen many things, both big and small. When the giggle giggle sound started, someone immediately shouted, "Not good, it's a corpse transformation!"

A corpse transformation refers to when the deceased rises from the coffin due to a transformation. That's why it's called a "corpse transformation."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a loud bang. The ropes on the coffin all snapped, and the heavy coffin lid was forcefully lifted, soaring more than three meters high.