My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 64 Beheading is very bloody
East Factory.

Wei Zhongxian stood in the courtyard, frowning.

The dragon whip presented by Yang Jiu is really too powerful.

One day and one night, the emperor was alive and well, and he was lucky enough to have three concubines.

It was fierce enough, but afterward, something big happened.

As soon as the effect of the dragon whip was over, the emperor passed out immediately, and he still hasn't woken up.

Empress Wu asked Wei Zhongxian to find out as soon as possible why the emperor suddenly became violent.

They are all terminally ill, and what they think about is still the matter between men and women. The emperor really doesn't care about Jiangshan Sheji.

Only three people know about the dragon whip.

The emperor fell into a coma.

The remaining two are Wei Zhongxian and Yang Jiu.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is too ignorant of restraint." Hearing the number 210 three, Yang Jiu was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Wei Zhongxian said with a wry smile: "The emperor has been abstinent for too long."

Empress Wu was furious.

But the emperor was satisfied.

Wei Zhongxian has served the emperor for decades, and he knows the emperor best, even if he can't wake up, the emperor will still smile.

Yang Jiu stood with her head down.

This early in the morning, Wei Zhongxian called him here, probably not just to chat about the emperor's private life, right?
"Where did your dog whip come from?" Wei Zhongxian changed the subject and went straight to the point.

Wei Zhongxian didn't believe anything about the dragon whip or the gift from the gods in the dream.

Previously, Yang Jiu gave the third master a donkey whip, which also had the same effect, making the third master live happily in Yunyulou.

Yang Jiu twitched and stammered, "Return to Governor, yes, I made it myself."

"It's good if you are willing to tell the truth, then let me ask you again, how long does it take to make one?" Wei Zhongxian frowned and smiled amiably.

"One, one month..."

"Okay, I'll give you a month. No matter what, you have to make another one." Wei Zhongxian reached out and patted Yang Jiu's shoulder, repeatedly urging that this matter should be kept secret and no third person should know.

Even if the system rewards a whip during this month, Wei Zhongxian will definitely not be able to use it.

The emperor used too much force, and now that one foot is in the coffin, it is definitely useless.

Could it be the prince?
The emperor is dying, Wei Zhongxian needs to find another backer, the crown prince is the future Emperor Wei, it is very comfortable to rely on.

It's just that the prince has just turned ten years old, so even with the blessing of a whip, he probably won't be able to do it.

Coming out of Dongchang, Yang Jiu didn't bother to think about it.

As for the whip that Wei Zhongxian wanted, let's see if he can get it from sewing corpses within this month.

If it doesn't work, you can only buy one, boil it in herbs, and get confused.

After noon, the government once again posted a notice that the God of Wealth Escort Bureau helped Wu Youdao to rob the relief money, and more than a hundred people in the Escort Bureau will be killed at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow.

As soon as the notice came out, the people were in an uproar.

A person full of evil like this should be killed.

The main reason is that cutting so many people at once, the scene must be spectacular.

The people are looking forward to it.

This kind of excitement is rare even in Chang'an City.

At night, Dongchang also sent someone to inform that all the sewers should rest tonight in order to prepare for tomorrow's beheading.

In spare time, sitting at the door of the body sewing shop and looking at the stars and the moon is definitely a great joy in life.

boom.

The month before the dead body is the best time to pick up girls.

Suddenly a fat dead mouse fell from the roof and hit them in front of them.

Gan Sisi screamed in fright, turned her head and shrank into Yang Jiu's arms.

Yang Jiu looked up and saw the extremely wretched face of the orange cat.

That expression seemed to be saying, this is what the Lord rewarded you, eat it, you're welcome, if it's not enough for the Lord, go catch it.

Can this meow thing catch mice?

Yang Jiu smiled at the orange cat and said, "Thanks, but we don't eat mice."

The orange cat's eyes immediately looked quite cold, and it jumped down from the roof, picked up the mouse and walked away with its butt twisting.

The copper bell hangs around its neck, and when it walks, it makes a crisp tinkling sound.

It is not easy for this orange cat to be able to catch such a big mouse while wearing a bell.

In the dead of night, Gan Sisi reluctantly went back to the bun shop.

As soon as Yang Jiu fell asleep, she heard someone knocking on the door, and then there was a meowing sound.

Opening the door, it was indeed the orange cat squatting outside the door.

Just as Yang Jiu was about to scold, she saw something bright red beside the orange cat.

Picking it up and looking, oh, good guy, it's actually a woman's bellyband, and it smells like rouge and gouache.

The orange cat has thought about it, since Yang Jiu doesn't like mice, Yang Jiu must like this thing.

It squatted on the roof and observed it carefully, but any man who entered the women's room would grab this thing, cover his face and sniff it vigorously, with an expression of extreme enjoyment, just like it has a mouse in its mouth.

Seeing Yang Jiu pick it up and look carefully, the orange cat knew that this time it was finally the right one.

"Where did you steal it from? Give it back to me." Yang Jiu scolded angrily.

The orange cat is very proud, jumping onto the wall, wagging its tail, without taking away a ray of starlight.

"You don't like it, you can give it to me." At some point, the third master actually stood in front of his body sewing shop.

Yang Jiu intends to burn this bellyband, after all, if someone finds out, he will definitely be considered a pervert.

Since the third master likes it, then it's better to be a favor.

The third master took the bellyband and covered his face. It seems that he can sleep well tonight.

The Caishikou Execution Ground the next day was crowded with people.

All kinds of hawkers are pushing or carrying, selling various items.

But the fastest sellers are all kinds of snacks, such as melon seeds, fennel beans and so on.

The common people eat melon seeds while waiting for the show to start, and the atmosphere is harmonious and joyful.

No matter how many times you watch it, every time you watch Beheading, it will make your blood boil.

Unlike Bao Xueru who was sent to prison, the group of the God of Wealth Bodyguard Bureau was beheaded, and the people in the world also applauded.

Just because they assisted Wu Youdao in looting the disaster relief money, countless innocent people in the disaster area were killed. Even if the court didn't kill them, people in the rivers and lakes would take their lives.

But because Wu Youdao was not on the list of being beheaded, some people in the Jianghu proposed to enter Chang'an and kill the turtle.

This tortoise refers to Wu Youdao.

As long as people in the rivers and lakes are willing to make trouble, there will be no need to worry about no corpses in the corpse shop.

Yang Jiu and Gan Sisi sat on the roof near Caishikou, with melon seeds in front of them.

Wei Yuyan also wanted to come and see, but was flatly rejected by Yang Jiu.

On the contrary, the orange cat followed shamelessly, lying not far from them, with a shivering mouse under its paws.

Because all the murderers of the God of Wealth Bodyguard Bureau were imprisoned in Dongchang Prison, Wei Zhongxian is the supervisor and beheader today.

Wei Zhongxian seldom shows up in front of the people, but this does not affect the people's abuse of him.

It's just that today, the common people see Wei Zhongxian very pleasing to the eye, even a little cute.

"Master, the time has come." Xiao Xuanzi stood behind Wei Zhongxian and said in a low voice.

Wei Zhongxian nodded, grabbed the token with the word "Zhan", lightly threw it forward, and said, "Execution."

The token fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Kneeling members of the God of Wealth Escort in a row fell to the ground one by one in panic.

The people kept cheering.

When the first head fell to the ground, the orange cat also clicked and bit off the head of the mouse.

Yang Jiu really couldn't complain about Orange Cat's habit.

The guards in the East Factory were very busy, bringing in prisoners continuously and carrying away decapitated corpses.

At the end of the cut, it was the turn of the top figures of the God of Wealth Escort.

Clang.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the big knife in the executioner's hand flew upside down.

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