My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 18 Yin Yang Eyes

Grab the cut at the neck, it's fleshy.

There is flesh, no blood.

It's really evil.

No matter how evil the corpse was, if it was sent to the sewing shop, it would have to be sewn completely.

At nine o'clock, Yang burns incense, protects his body with an iron shirt, and then begins to sew the corpse.

Liu Songfeng's body was lying sideways on the sewing table. Yang Jiu simply pushed the body down and sewed the back of the neck first.

After sewing, turn the body over and sew the front.

In an instant, Liu Songfeng's severed head was sewn firmly.

Waited and waited, but still no "Book of Life and Death" appeared.

Could it be that "Book of Life and Death" cannot record Liu Songfeng's life?

If this is the case, there is no way, besides, Yang Jiu has no interest in Liu Songfeng's life.

He turned around to pull the iron ring, and suddenly felt someone grab his wrist.

Fortunately, there is an iron cloth shirt to protect the body, and the corpse gas cannot enter the body.

Yang Jiu didn't panic, turned around slowly, and saw that it was Liu Songfeng's bloodless right hand clasping his wrist tightly.

Liu Songfeng's eyeballs looked down.

Yang Jiu shook off Liu Songfeng's hand vigorously, pulled Liu Songfeng's loose trousers lightly, and immediately understood.

Liu Songfeng's lifeline was cut off and he put it in his crotch.

If it is not sewn up, Liu Songfeng will not be able to reincarnate.

No wonder this prostitute is so anxious.

If the flower picker has no lifeblood, even if there is an afterlife, how can he pick flowers?

Yang Jiu wiped Liu Songfeng's eyes lightly with his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu, don't get angry, I'll sew it for you right away."

Liu Songfeng closed his eyes and stopped moving.

Yang Jiu tore off Liu Songfeng's trousers, with a wicked smile on his lips, and sewed them upside down.

Liu Songfeng's eyes suddenly opened, and his hands scratched in the air.

Yang Jiu bent down, held Liu Songfeng's body tightly, and quickly threaded the needle with one hand, and the stitches were finished within a few breaths.

Liu Songfeng, who was about to cheat the corpse, instantly lay flat on the sewing table like a deflated ball, motionless.

Yang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, pulled up Liu Songfeng's trousers, and said with a smile, "See how you will make trouble for the big girl in your next life."

Just as he was wondering if there would be any problem with sewing the corpse like this, the "Book of Life and Death" began to record Liu Songfeng's life.

Liu Songfeng was originally a child from a poor family. He grew up hungry and was often bullied by the big sisters next door.

Later, in the chaos of war, after being separated from his family, he was lucky to be taken in by a bandit leader.

The bandit leader taught Liu Songfeng martial arts and taught Liu Songfeng how to survive in this troubled world.

After Liu Songfeng grew up, he chopped the bandit leader in half with a guillotine, and then brought the money he had accumulated to go to Chang'an City to set up a family business, turning himself into the envied Liu Yuanwai.

Marrying wives, taking concubines, and buying daughters, Liu Songfeng lived a chic and comfortable life.

But the comfortable life has passed for a long time, thinking that after a hundred years, his huge family business will fall into the hands of others, so it is better to enjoy himself in time.

He found the sealed guillotine, and overnight, he transformed from Yuanwai Liu to a flower picker who caused six doors a headache.

Eleven innocent little girls died tragically under Liu Songfeng's guillotine.

It wasn't until Liu Songfeng stared at Gan Sisi that he capsized in the gutter.

After reading it, Yang Jiu sighed.

He was often bullied when he was a child, which undoubtedly planted the seeds of evil in Liu Songfeng's heart.

This seed germinated when Liu Songfeng beheaded the bandit leader.

When Liu Songfeng became a flower picker, the seedlings had grown into towering trees.

Pulling the iron ring, he watched the guards carry Liu Songfeng's body out of the corpse shop.

[Sewing fourteen corpses, reward the host's yin and yang eyes. 】

This yin and yang eye only sees dirty things that ordinary people can't see.

Legend has it that the monks with profound Taoism, the yin and yang Fengshui master who can fix acupoints, and so on, all have yin and yang eyes.

What normal people can see, they can see.

They can see what normal people can't see.

Yang Jiu doesn't want this yin and yang eyes.

With yin and yang eyes, if I go out for a walk at night and see the night view of Chang'an, what the hell will I see are all ghosts walking in the night?
So scary.

Yang Jiu walked out of the corpse shop, intending to take a breath.

Just in time, I saw an officer enter the No. [-] mortuary shop, and soon left with a corpse.

The third master also walked in immediately, with a pipe in his mouth, looking up at the starry sky.

"Master, finished sewing so soon?" Yang Jiu walked over with a smile.

Tonight, the third master has three problematic corpses to sew.

One Liu Songfeng's corpse made Yang Jiu feel a little weak. Could it be possible that the third master has already sewn up all three corpses?

The third master chuckled, and asked, "That prostitute didn't insult you, did he?"

Yang Jiu touched his right wrist which was grabbed by Liu Songfeng, and teased, "Liu Songfeng really wanted to moleste me, but luckily I dodged quickly, otherwise I might have split peaches with Liu Songfeng on Huangquan Road by now."

"Don't talk nonsense, Liu Songfeng is not a living person at all." The third master exhaled at Yang Jiu.

The smell made Yang Jiu frown, quickly fanned the smoke away with his hand, and asked in amazement: "Is Liu Songfeng alive?"

"The head of a living person is chopped off, how can there be no blood?" The third master smiled.

This is of course common sense.

It's just common sense that the dead can't move.

"Please enlighten me, Third Master." Yang Jiu saluted respectfully.

Although the third master is fond of wine and sex, but he can work in the No. [-] corpse sewing shop for so long, and all the corpses he sewed are questionable corpses, which shows that the third master is not small.

The third master took another puff of smoke and said with a chuckle: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders, we can't assume that those mysterious and mysterious things are stories just because we are ignorant and ignorant."

Yang Jiu listened carefully and didn't interrupt.

The third master continued: "It is said that paper can be turned into silver, and beans can be turned into soldiers. There is a long-lost puppet technique in Jianghu, which can turn dead people into living people. It is very powerful."

Puppet art?

So Liu Songfeng is just a puppet?
But do puppets have emotions?

"In addition to the puppet technique, there is also a paper-tying technique, which can also drive corpses, but..." The third master was smoking a cigarette, deliberately showing off.

Paper piercing?
Yang Jiu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "Put a paper man into the body of the corpse, so that the corpse can live like a normal person?"

"It's just what I heard, so I can't tell the truth." The third master knocked off the soot on the stone, and went into the body sewing shop to rest.

After getting the paper binding operation, Yang Jiu hasn't tried it yet, so tomorrow he will go to the paper fire shop opposite to buy some paper for fun.

In the early morning of the next day, Gan Sisi came over with buns, and asked Yang Jiu to help carry things after eating.

Yang Jiu said that she had business to do and asked her to hire some porters herself.

Anyway, there are not many things, at worst, I will make a few more trips by myself, Gan Sisi is not willing to spend the unjust money.

Seeing Zhihuo opened the door, Yang Jiu strode in.

Paper people, paper horses, and paper houses.

Jinshan Yinshan cash cow.

The paper fire shop has a complete range of categories, everything that one expects to find.

If there are special requests from customers, the boss will try his best to meet them.

The owner of the Paper Fire Shop was a thin, dark-skinned old man, busy with his buttocks pouted, when he heard someone coming in, he asked casually, "What do you need?"

"Buy some paper." Yang Jiu looked at those very delicate paper fires with great interest.

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Thanks to the baby pig of the baby mouse mother, Ning Zhi's love, and the wild cat in the alley for their support.

Thanks to all fellow Taoists who supported this book.

By the way, ask for a ticket and ask for a ticket.

(End of this chapter)