I, the last Yin-Yang embroiderer

As the yin energy carried by the rhinoceros horn gathers.

A ghost with white bones on its face, residual flesh and blood, and a cold body also appeared next to Jiao Cheng.

The empty eyes stared at Jiao Cheng extremely sharply, full of bone-chilling coldness and resentment.

The air around him was a little solid at this time, and the ghost's gloomy voice sounded.

"I want you to die, I want you to die————"

When Jiao Cheng heard this voice, he suddenly looked panicked and quickly said in fear

"Su, Master Su, what are you doing?"

"I really didn’t do it, I really didn’t do it!"

After hearing this, the ghosts around Jiao Cheng were immediately boiling with yin energy, and the ghost energy was everywhere.

"boom————"

Su Yu slapped his palms on the coffee table hard, feeling unusually sullen.

If you stay in Yin Xing for a long time, you will see many different situations.

But Su Yu had never seen a person like Jiao Cheng who had half a leg and was in the underworld.

Even when death is imminent, there are still all kinds of deceptions.

Even the master of suffering appeared in front of him, still saying that he had never done it.

Such people.

Without repentance, there is no cure.

Su Yu suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a very cold voice.

"It's extremely rare for ghosts to travel together"

"This kind of situation where ghosts follow closely behind them and seek their lives no matter where they are, basically only happens to ghosts with deep resentment."

"It is said that every injustice has its owner and every debt has its owner."

"No matter how much you deny this, the retribution will ultimately be on you."

Su Yu's extremely harsh words rang out in the tattoo shop.

The atmosphere in the entire tattoo shop was already a bit weird at this moment.

Jiao Cheng huddled in the corner, tightened his collar with his hands, and said hoarsely

"All of this is your fault. All of this is your fault."

"If you gave me a bite to eat, how could I have reached this point."

Speaking of this,

Jiao Cheng suddenly had an emotional breakdown. He grabbed his hair hard and slowly began to talk.

Twenty years ago, when cremation and funeral parlors had not yet been vigorously promoted, every family would have their ancestors die.

When setting up a mourning hall in one's own ancestral hall or ancestral home, it is inevitable to do mourning.

Jiao Cheng, who had dropped out of school and had no ability, followed a relative to do this.

It's very similar to Cheng Banxian's life experience, but he didn't have the same luck. At that time

, being a mourner was a very popular occupation. There are mourners like Jiao Cheng who stay in mourning halls all night, crying and lamenting. But everything has its life cycle. Moving to the city, and the popularity of funeral parlors , setting up mourning halls, and holding funerals gradually declined. At this moment, Jiao Cheng looked at Su Yu with a twisted face and gritted his teeth. vocal tract

"That's when it started"

"I originally had a full schedule, but in the next year I didn’t receive many invitations from hosts."

"Even this year, no family has ever come to me"

"I don’t know what happened. Why are we abandoned by society even though we have done nothing wrong?"

"Every time I pass by here and see your Yinxing street with people coming and going everywhere, I feel even more unbalanced."

"We are all struggling to make ends meet, so why can you get better and better, while we, the mourners at the funeral, have less and less voice?"

"I don’t accept it, I want everyone to know that in this world there are people who wake up and mourn."

"It doesn't matter if I don't have a boss to call me."

"Then I'll find a boss myself."

When he said this, Jiao Cheng showed a cruel smile.

"I want everyone to remember the name of the mourner"

"I found a random person on the road, cut off her head and limbs, and threw them in different places, leaving only the blood-stained clothes. As for why I harmed her without any injustice or hatred."

"I can only say"

"Even if it wasn't her, it would be someone else. She was just unlucky."

"Although I have no Taoist practices and do not know any Taoist techniques, I know that the deceased must be full of resentment and cannot be put into the coffin."

"As I expected, the family could not find the victim's body, so they made a cenotaph out of the bloodstained clothes."

"If you put it in a funeral home, you will push the coffin by yourself in the middle of the night because of your huge resentment, and you will not be able to put it into the coffin."

"Even the news about inviting mourners to watch the funeral was spread by me."

"I want everyone to remember that there are mourners in this world."

At this time, the atmosphere in the tattoo shop became more and more condensed. The ghost standing behind Jiao Cheng had a very vicious look on his face.

Jiao Cheng didn't pay attention at all. He seemed to be immersed in his own world and continued to talk to himself.

"Everyone is afraid, why is the coffin opened inexplicably in the middle of the night?"

"I'm not afraid, because this is what I did."

"Now that it's open, just close it again"

"After this matter is over, more people will naturally come to me in the future."

"But just when I thought everything was going according to my plan"

"The accident happened."

Jiao Cheng trembled all over, his teeth were chattering and he still had lingering fear in his heart.

"In the middle of the night, just like the previous few days, the coffin was moved away bit by bit with resentment."

"But when I was about to close the coffin, I found that the blood-stained clothes inside were missing......."

"The tomb is gone, leaving only an empty coffin"

"Don’t keep an empty coffin to keep vigil, as death will leave no trace of the soul."

"This is a saying that has been passed down from generation to generation in our lineage."

"I know, I'm in trouble, I'm dying......" right here.

Jiao Cheng suddenly broke down and cried loudly.

"Master Su, help me, help me"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die......"

Su Yu's eyes were cold and he spoke without any emotion.

"People like you"

"I can't save him, I'll go back and wait to die."

Hearing Su Yu's words.

Jiao Cheng did not continue to struggle this time, and stood up as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

He wrapped himself in his down jacket and walked slowly towards the door, with the ghosts still following closely behind him..

When he was at the door, Jiao Cheng suddenly stood up and asked with unclear meaning.

"Master Su"

"Do you think there will be no more mourners in the future?......"