My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 154
If Wei Zhongxian came to look for it in person, there must be a large corpse.

Entering the sedan chair, Yang Jiu clasped his fists and saluted without asking.

"Recently, you are very powerful in Yan Luodian." Wei Zhongxian said with a smile.

Yan Luodian, where there were almost no Hanyu coffins to store new corpses, now has a lot of "empty beds".

This credit is all Yang Jiu's.

This kind of talent can be found among the corpse stitchers in Dongchang, which makes Wei Zhongxian more face.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "It's my duty to share the governor's worries."

"Today's corpse town is really in decline. One generation is not as good as the next generation, but evil spirits appear frequently in various places, causing trouble to the people and making people's lives difficult..." Wei Zhongxian spoke again, and all he spewed out was great truth.

That expression was one of worrying about the country and the people.

"Everyone in the world says that evil spirits come into the world only when women are emperors. Anti-military forces have sprung up like mushrooms after rain." Wei Zhongxian continued.

Yang Jiu was not interested in these remarks, and just wanted to know quickly where Wei Zhongxian was taking him and what he was going to do.

"Nuwa Empress created the world and was enshrined as a god. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva saves suffering and saves suffering. Both men and women believe in it. I think it's no big deal for a woman to be emperor." Wei Zhongxian always had a smile on his face.

In such a comparison, Wu Sanyue is really looked up to.

No matter how hard Wu Sanyue tried, she couldn't reach the heights of Empress Nuwa and Guanyin Bodhisattva.

When it dies, it will be considered a success if it does not leave a bad smell for thousands of years.

Yang Jiudao: "The Governor's concern for the country and the people is really the blessing of the saint and the blessing of the common people."

Although the flattery is all false, it sounds comforting.

Wei Zhongxian laughed, and said, "Outside the southern city, there is a corpse nailed to a big tree. It is the first Master of Unconsciousness in Shaolin Dharma Institute..."

Shaolin Temple presents the Great Returning Pill to the emperor every year.

When Wu Sanyue ascended the throne, according to the usual practice, Shaolin Temple had to give at least nine small redemption pills and five big redemption pills to show Wu Sanyue's honorable status as the Ninth Five-Year Lord.

Master Wuzhi brought several disciples traveling thousands of miles to Chang'an to deliver pills, but was ambushed outside Chang'an city, and all of them died tragically, with no survivors.

This case happened this afternoon, and the court is strictly sealing the news.

But this matter will never be hidden for a long time. After dawn, it may spread.

The already turbulent Great Wei Jianghu is bound to usher in an extremely terrifying storm.

After the case happened, the six doors immediately blocked the aspen grove.

The elixir dedicated to the saint was robbed and the eminent Shaolin monk was killed. The case was of great importance. Zhuge Zhengxiong immediately went to the palace to report to Mingwu Sanyue.

Wu Sanyue was furious, and ordered Dongchang, Jinyiwei and Liufanmen to jointly solve the case, and wanted to execute the culprit Lingchi.

Hearing Ling Chi, Yang Jiu was inexplicably flustered.

According to the laws of Wei, a damaged corpse must be sewn up. How to sew up a corpse that died so late?
"The corpses executed by Ling Chi will be handed over to the Town Corpse Division." Wei Zhongxian guessed what Yang Jiu was thinking.

When he came out of the city and came to the poplar forest, Wei Zhongxian showed his token, and the six gates blocking the forest immediately moved out of the way.

The forest is dark, and after going deep, torches are lit everywhere.

Many torches were tied to the trees, illuminating the forest like daytime.

When approaching the crime scene, the sedan chair landed, and Wei Zhongxian got off the sedan chair first.

Zhuge Zhengxiong, the chief arrester of the six gates, and Su Qingcang, the commander of Jin Yiwei, greeted them both.

"Master, the other corpses have been dealt with, but the corpse of Master Wuzhi still can't be moved." Su Qingcang said, clasping his fists.

Seeing Yang Jiu get off the sedan chair, Su Qingcang knew that Yang Jiu was here to dispose of Master Wuzhi's body.

Needless to say, moving on, Yang Jiu soon saw an old monk in cassock nailed to a poplar tree surrounded by three people with a knife.

The knife is not long, it looks small and exquisite, the blade is completely submerged into the body of Master Wuzhi, leaving only the handle exposed.

Although Master Wuzhi is the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, he is better at Meihua Dao.

A set of plum blossom saber techniques, in his hands, chopping or wrapping, left and right, up and down, just like plum blossoms falling from the sky, the power is astonishing.

Master Wuzhi's internal strength is extremely profound. It is rumored that he has a hundred years of skill, and he has a proper master level. Looking around the world, there is no one who can easily kill him.

But judging from the fight in the woods, it seems that the man took the knife from Master Wuwu's hand with only one move, and nailed Master Wuzhi to the poplar tree instead.

The murderer's martial arts skills are so high that it is simply unimaginable.

Zhuge Zhengxiong then told Yang Jiu that no matter who it is, as long as he gets close to the body of Master Wuzhi, Master Wuzhi's eyes will open, and then there will be a very cold force that makes the person who approaches him tremble.

To stitch up the body of the Unseen Master, the body must first be removed from the tree.

Yang Jiu looked around, but did not find the soul of Master Wuzhi.

"Yang Jiu, this is dangerous, don't try to be brave." Wei Zhongxian urged.

Really unable to remove the body of Master Wuzhi, Wei Zhongxian decided to incinerate his body.

The people from the corpse town will come soon, Wei Zhongxian brought Yang Jiu here, hoping to take down the corpse of Master Wuzhi before the corpse town.

Every time he can beat Shi Xiongxiong, Wei Zhongxian will be in a good mood.

What's more, Wei Zhongxian didn't want this case to fall into the hands of Zhenshisi.

Yang Jiu approached slowly, came under the tree, cupped his fists and said, "Master, what an offense."

Sure enough, Master Wuzhi, with his head down, suddenly raised his head, and suddenly opened his eyes, the gloomy and cold light in his eyes was extremely scary.

The cold air hit immediately, disturbing the dead leaves on the ground and rolling them one after another.

Yang Jiu didn't retreat, but suddenly jumped up, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out forcefully.

The body of the unconscious master suddenly fell from the sky.

With a wave of Yang Jiu's palm, the strong palm force supported Master Wuzhi's body and slowly fell to the ground.

"Good work." Su Qingcang praised.

His daughter's gaze did not run away, and the son-in-law was hard to find even with a lantern.

Yang Jiu threw the plum blossom knife to the side, squatted down, and carefully inspected the body of Master Wuwu.

"Master, can we build a shed on the spot? If the master's body is not sewn up, there may be changes." Yang Jiu got up quickly, with a worried expression on his face.

Wei Zhongxian shouted coldly: "Don't you still do it?"

Jin Yiwei and the arresters from Six Doors got to work together.

Rueqing helped build the mortuary shed, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Master Yang, how sure are you?"

"Ten percent." Yang Jiu chuckled lightly.

Jueqing frowned slightly, it could be seen that Yang Jiu was bragging.

After Yang Jiu entered the body sewing shed, Wei Zhongxian put everyone under martial law.

The murderer is most likely still nearby, no matter what, he is not allowed to affect Yang Jiu's sewing of the corpse.

Zhuge Zhengxiong and Su Qingcang took the initiative to invite Ying, and stood outside the corpse sewing shop with great style.

When Shi Xiongxiong personally brought people over, he was quite surprised to learn that the body had been removed and the seams had been opened.

"There is only one dead body stitcher in Dongchang who can handle it, the governor must take care of him carefully." Shi Xiongxiong laughed straight.

Wei Zhongxian closed his eyes and sat in front of the corpse sewing shed.

Shi Xiongxiong wanted to play tricks, but it was absolutely impossible.

Yang Jiu, who was in the corpse sewing shed at the moment, was very confused.

Just because the wound on Master Wuzhi's chest actually disappeared.

Obviously, he was pierced by the plum blossom knife and nailed to the big tree. When the knife was pulled out, the wound was shocking.

It took only the effort to sew a corpse shed, and the wound disappeared?

is it possible?

The corpse of Master Wuzhi is weird, but it's too fucking weird.

How to sew a corpse without wounds?
Yang Jiu swallowed, not knowing what to do.

Shi Xiongxiong's voice came from outside, if you go out now and tell everyone that the corpse doesn't need to be sewn at all, I'm afraid you will be laughed at by Shi Xiongxiong.

But looking at Master Wuzhi's intact chest, Yang Jiu scratched his head vigorously, which really gave him a headache.

He leaned down and lightly brushed the chest of the unconscious master with his fingers.

The body is pierced, and the wound cannot disappear for no reason.

After killing Master Wuzhi, the murderer must have made other moves.

Just as he was touching, Master Wuzhi opened his eyes again, grabbed Yang Jiu's wrist with his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, and slammed Xiang Yang Jiu's forehead.

The wind of the fist was like a knife, plucking Yang Jiu's hair, flying like a ribbon.

Yang Jiu raised his left hand, and gently grasped Master Wuzhi's fist.

The unconscious master struggled desperately, but was unable to break free.

Just as Yang Jiu thought about it for a moment, Master Wuzhi quickly turned over and bumped hard.

boom.

This time Yang Jiu not only did not hide, but also threw his head at it.

Under the violent impact, a red spot appeared on Master Wuzhi's forehead, and black blood overflowed from all seven orifices.

Master Wuzhi fell backwards slowly, and the hand holding Yang Jiu's wrist was also released.

But his eyeballs are still rolling in Gululu.

Yang Jiu raised his hand and took out three corpse-suppressing talismans, and pasted them on the forehead, stomach, and perineum, suppressing the corpse to death.

At this moment, the wound that had disappeared slowly reappeared.

A familiar smell wafted from the wound, Yang Jiu's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought that it was the smell of blood worms.

As soon as Yang Jiu raised his hand, there was a bottle of vinegar in his palm, and he poured it from the wound.

The body of the unconscious master trembled violently again, but after a few jumps, he stopped moving.

After research, Yang Jiu discovered that blood worms are more afraid of vinegar than fire.

This was also discovered by accident.

If a bottle of vinegar is poured down, the blood worms in Master Wuzhi's body will really turn into a puddle of blood.

The blood worm is something made by the mourner. Could it be that the murderer who killed Master Wuzhi and others was the mourner?

At nine o'clock, Yang burns incense, first sews the back, and then sews the front.

After sewing, the "Book of Life and Death" began to record the life of the unconscious master.

When Master Wuzhi was young, he only wanted to obtain fame.

He is indeed very talented, and he is outstanding among his peers. However, in the face of complicated scientific examinations, he runs into obstacles and gradually loses confidence.

But his parents never gave up and always believed that their son could succeed.

Just as Master Wuzhi was about to cheer up, a group of bandits attacked their village.

Bandits burned, killed and looted the village, and Master Wuzhi's parents were also killed.

There were hundreds of people in the whole village, and only a few survived in the end.

If it wasn't for the way of Shaolin eminent monks, I'm afraid few of them would survive.

For the first time, Master Wuzhi felt that practicing martial arts was more useful than studying.

Reading can't save the world, but practicing martial arts can at least protect the ones you love.

Master Wuzhi then went to Shaolin alone, and knelt at the gate for several days and nights before the abbot of Shaolin agreed to allow him to enter Shaolin.

At this time, Master Wuzhi was nearly thirty years old, and it was undoubtedly too late to practice martial arts at this time.

However, Master Wuzhi showed amazing talent, no matter what kind of martial arts, as long as he read it once, he can remember it, and then through hard practice, he will improve rapidly.

By the age of 50, Master Wuzhi, who has practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, is already a first-class master in the Jianghu.

It was at this time that he became the head of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, with many disciples in front of him.

Over the years, Master Wuzhi has often traveled the rivers and lakes, punishing rape and eradicating evil, helping Shaolin earn an excellent reputation.

This delivery of pills is the first time that Master Wuzhi has come to Chang'an.

When surrounded by a group of men in black in this forest, Master Wuzhi had a premonition that he might not be able to enter Chang'an City alive.

The group of men in black are all very high in martial arts, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. The formations they use are also mysterious and powerful.

Seeing his disciples fall one by one, Master Wuzhi was very anxious, and if he was not careful, he was hit by the poisonous powder scattered by the enemy.

The instant he inhaled, Master Wuwu's consciousness became somewhat blurred.

He persisted and continued to fight, beheading several men in black one after another.

With the onset of the poison, the Unscientific Master was soon at the end of his battle.

The mourner appeared at this moment, snatched the plum blossom knife from Master Wuzhi's hand, pierced Master Wuzhi's body with one knife, and flew up with Master Wuzhi, and heavily inserted the knife into the back of the body. Among the poplar trees.

The mourner fell to the ground lightly, and looked at the hanging Master Wuzhi, and let out an extremely cold and treacherous laugh.

Master Wuzhi still breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes slightly, and said in a squeaky voice, "It's...you?"

"It's me." The mourner replied Hehe.

Master Unconsciousness sank his head and stopped breathing.

Master Wuzhi actually knew the mourner?
But even knowing this, there is no way to find out the real identity of the mourner.

[Sewing 110 three corpses, the host will be rewarded with the indestructible power of Vajra (Dacheng). 】

Possessing the Dacheng King Kong Immortality Magical Art, Yang Jiu feels that he is almost invincible in the world.

Walking out of the corpse-sewing shed, seeing Wei Zhongxian and others guarding in front of the corpse-sewing shed, Shi Xiongxiong was pacing back and forth not far away, looking very anxious.

"Yang Jiu, how is it?" Wei Zhongxian got up and asked.

Yang Jiu clasped his fists and said, "Go back to Governor, luckily I didn't disgrace my life, Master Wuzhi's body has been sewn up."

Wei Zhongxian and the others entered the corpse-sewing shed, and when they saw that this was indeed the case, they all showed joy.

Shi Xiongxiong's complexion couldn't be said to be ugly, Chaoyang Jiu smiled and strode away.

The corpse of Master Wuzhi has been sewn up, so there is no need for the corpse suppressor to come out.

Wei Zhongxian was in a very good mood, and said with a smile: "Yang Jiu, I will reward you with a hundred taels of gold when I go back."

"Thank you, Governor." Thinking of getting a hundred taels of gold, Yang Jiu was so happy from ear to ear.

Jueqing and others are also coming back at this moment.

The four famous arresters led people to check around in the forest again, hoping to find more clues, but they still found nothing.

"You guys go back first." Zhuge Zhengxiong was also very helpless.

The sage will definitely press very hard on this case, and they will be exhausted again in the days to come.

Yang Jiu hurriedly said: "I found something on the clothes of Master Wuzhi."

As soon as everyone heard this, they entered the corpse sewing shed again, and even Rueqing followed.

Yang Jiu lifted the corner of Master Wuzhi's clothes and said, "Look here."

"Send... Mourning... Weng?" Jueqing read it word by word.

Looking at the handwriting, it is extremely difficult to decipher, and it is written in blood, I am afraid that it was written by Master Wuzhi before his death.

This name shocked Zhuge Zhengxiong and Su Qingcang.

But when Yang Jiu and Ruanqing asked, they all shook their heads.

Wei Zhongxian then said: "Send the body of Master Wuzhi back to Shaolin."

The weather was hot, and to send it back intact, a cold jade coffin was needed.

When returning to the city, Wei Zhongxian looked solemn and said nothing.

"Have you ever heard of sending a mourner?" Yang Jiu pretended to be very curious about this person.

The mourning man, is it an old man who specializes in mourning?
Wei Zhongxian smiled slightly and said, "I've never heard of it."

But he was thinking in his heart, those three words in blood were probably written by you, Yang Jiu.

When passing the No. [-] corpse shop, Yang Jiu got out of the sedan chair and said goodbye with fists in his hands.

Undoubtedly, Wei Zhongxian had heard of sending the mourner, and even Zhuge Zhengxiong and Su Qingcang knew about it.

But these three old foxes all chose to play dumb.

"Xiao Jiu..." Yang Jiu was about to enter the shop to rest when he suddenly heard the third master's voice behind him.

The third master was still smoking his pipe, puffing and puffing.

Yang Jiu turned around and saw the third master coming, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter with the third master?"

"I heard that you are going to get married next month?" The third master asked with a smile.

Yang Jiu nodded, and said: "The third master must come to have a wedding wine at that time."

"Is it the girl with heart disease?" The third master was very gossip.

Seeing Yang Jiu nodding again, the third master laughed and said, "One is the lone star of Tiansha, and the other is the resurrection of the soul. It's really a goddamn match made for each other. It's a good thing for you to get together, and you can save that girl."

Yang Jiu thought that he did not marry Gan Sisi to save Gan Sisi.

If it's purely for saving people, just use a little yin and yang powder, which is fast, efficient and trouble-free.

Just look at the orange cat, the goddess who can't be chased, after using it, she gave birth to two babies.

"Men all love to look for flowers and ask willows, but once they get married, they have to stay the same forever, and they can't be half-hearted." The third master said with a straight face.

It's outrageous to say this from the third master's mouth.

At such an age, I still have to save money to go to Yunyu Building to enjoy it.

Even if there is another twilight love for the third master, I am afraid that the third master will still not be able to change his bad habit of seeking flowers and asking willows.

Yang Jiu yawned and asked, "Third Master, it's midnight, you don't just want to tell me this, do you?"

"Listen to my advice, before you get married, go to Yunyulou to play, so that you can calm down." This is the advice of the third master as someone who has experienced it.

Yang Jiu rolled her eyes and said, "Third Master, can't I marry more?"

The third master's old face twitched, it is indeed a good idea to marry more.

As long as you have money, even if you marry a hundred wives, the court will not care.

The third master touched the ashes on his nose.

Lying on the cold couch, although Yang Jiu was very sleepy, she couldn't fall asleep quickly.

Sending the mourner to intercept and kill Master Wuzhi, is it really just for the big and small redemption?
If it was really for the purpose of robbing the elixir, he could do it at any time during the thousand miles from Shaolin to Chang'an.

The sooner you start, the safer it is.

But the mourning man chose to do it outside Chang'an, and nailed the body of Master Wuzhi to a tree, and injected blood worms into the corpse. All signs showed that the mourning man was more like declaring war on the court.

After sleeping until dawn, Yang Jiu felt a splitting headache when she woke up.

The moment he opened the door, he sneezed several times.

Gan Sisi across the street had just sold out the buns when she saw Yang Jiu get up, packed up the buns and walked over with a smile.

Seeing Yang Jiu's complexion was very bad recently, she asked worriedly: "Brother Jiu, your complexion is so bad, but are you sick?"

"It's okay, it might be a little bit windy." Yang Jiu smiled.

Picking up the steamed stuffed buns, although he felt no appetite, Yang Jiu forced himself to eat a lot.

With my current physique, how could I still catch a cold?

Yang Jiu was speechless, so she had to go to the pharmacy to get some medicine, then went back to the mortuary shop and boiled the medicine at the door.

People on the street suddenly ran in one direction.

After asking, I found out that there is a magic fortune teller on the street corner in front, which can calculate everything accurately, and no money is not allowed.

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