The strongest mortician

Light the simple version of Yinmeng Xiangxiang, and the night breeze blows the incense into the room. The man with slightly frowning brows on the bed relaxes, his breath gradually calms down, and he falls into a deep sleep.

Yinmengxiang, as the name suggests, attracts the soul of the dead and enters the dreams of the living. It is used by the deceased to explain their unfinished wishes to their relatives, friends and lovers.The reason why Shen Shen can become the embalmer that everyone fears and respects in modern times is absolutely indispensable for dreaming.

Life and death are uncontrollable, life is not smooth, no matter how rich and powerful a person is, he may die unexpectedly one day, and the last wishes left to future generations, and the arrangements for the afterlife are even too late to tell.The scramble for power and profit of some wealthy families also started because of the sudden death of the supreme person in power.

Because of this, as soon as Shen Shen came out of the mountain back then, he was sought after by all the big families.In just three years, he achieved a position that many peers could not reach in their lifetime.

Generally speaking, refining Yinmeng incense is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Rare incense materials and ultra-high temperature for a long time make the failure rate of Mengxiang incense extremely high.The current conditions are insufficient, Yinmengxiang is just a simple version made of ordinary spices, but fortunately, Xiu□□ is rich in spiritual power, coupled with the dominance of deep spiritual power, the effect is not bad.

"Go..."

"Thank you brother." A gust of cool wind blew by, and the windows of the room opened and closed, returning to tranquility.Shen Shen stood beside the bright red camellia.The time has come to start the funeral.

There is no black film of "Good Night Song" to accompany him into the coffin, and he is still a little unaccustomed, Shen Shen is a little uncomfortable, and his smiling lips are slightly pursed.

He is used to preparing everything needed before starting work, ranging from the size of the tools used, the quality of the materials used, to the location of the items.Everything is in order, according to his habits.Otherwise, he would refuse to take the order. In modern times, Shen Shen has that confidence and capital.

Forget it, he's new here, so the poorer he is, the poorer he is, not to mention, he is willing to help that child.Shen Shen unfolded the white cloth, the whole body of the dead child was bruised, his small body was already stiff, and his two little hands were tightly grasped because of the pain.

Shen Shen's hand stopped at a distance of a palm away from the child, from the head down, Xuxu went down, and hummed an out-of-tune tune lightly in his mouth, so back and forth, the tune could not be judged from the perspective of rhythm It sounds good, but when hummed by Shen Shen's soft and clear voice, it has a strange soothing effect.

The most obvious sight is that the baby's tightly grasped little hands loosened little by little.The ferocious look on the small face faded, and peace stained his cheeks.What Shen Shen sang was the requiem that the mortician would often sing when entering the coffin.Of course, because the mortician is different, the effect varies from person to person.

Picked a few beautiful camellias from the flowers, mashed the flowers, took the flower juice, and made a white incense candle for worship. The body of the candle was deeply carved with the pattern of the other shore flower with a knife, and the embryo of Huangquan candle was initially made.

Lighting candles, melted Huangquan candle wax oil, the baby's fetal hair scorched into ashes, the father's fingertip blood left on the thorns when he was serving the camellia.After merging, they are lit again, and the flame suddenly rises as if gasoline is added. When the flame is extinguished, a beautiful red substance like a woman's rouge is smelted inside the white porcelain cup.The things that carry the thoughts are ready.

Gently smearing this rouge-like cream on the baby's body surface, the bruises on the baby's body began to fade visibly with the naked eye, and finally condensed on the soles of the feet.Shen Shen pierced the sole of the foot with a silver needle, and all the thick black and foul-smelling blood flowed into the white porcelain bottle prepared in advance.

A small hole was dug at the place where the camellias were in full bloom, with a white cloth as the bottom, and the child was put in. There were no grand coffins, tributes, false tears and mourning.The dead baby lay quietly surrounded by camellias, no longer scary, the skin faded from purple, Yuxue was cute, quietly, as if asleep.A farmhouse in the distance heard the crowing of native chickens, Shen Shen turned his head and looked into the room.

"The time has come, you should go."

The camellia bushes moved without wind, "Shusha...Shusha...", the dead child, the arc of the corner of the mouth rose slightly, he was satisfied.

"Brother... Thank you..." Night Breeze delivered the last words to Shen Shen's ear, and he suddenly felt hot, painless, kindly warm in his palm.

Open your palm, the jade-like palm is engraved with the pattern of golden flames. With a deep thought, a handful of flames ignited from the palm. The flames are blue and the temperature is much higher than ordinary spiritual fires. It is the talent of that child. In this way, he gave his best fire spirit root to his benefactor.

Shen Shen turned his head and glanced at the flower field. The flowers were rich in color and more charming than when they came. No one knew that under the root of the flower, a small life that passed away early was buried.He bowed in the direction of the flower field to bid farewell.

"Thank you."

Luo Shu woke up. He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. After waking up, he was refreshed, full of spiritual energy, and had a faint tendency to break through the fetters. The dark wound had healed more than half, and something was slowly nourishing his body.

He was extremely pleasantly surprised, decadent for too long.Who would have thought that the genius of the Luo family in the past would hide in the small Bai family as a gardener, and even the family would have no face to go back.

He had a very long dream. In the dream, a child was saying goodbye to him. The child called him Daddy.He was a little funny, when did he have a son.

But for some reason, he was full of affection for the child, almost pampering, and infinitely patient, listening to his intermittent and slurred speech, not to mention, the little baby, how much did he look like with him? very similar.

After waking up from the dream, Luo Shuqing's heart was empty. Something important was lost before he realized it.He walked to the garden, and the camellias in the yard became more and more beautiful.

He was not a gardener, his surname was Luo, he was from Ye City, and he was the most powerful contender among the heirs of the family.It's just because I'm tired of family strife, dragging my dilapidated body, and preparing to spend the rest of my life as a gardener.

Those who can become the best successors will definitely not be stupid.For example, he found that the soil where camellias are planted is dark in color and moist, and it is definitely not infiltrated by morning dew, because there are a little plant roots mixed in it.This soil... has been turned over.Luo Shuqing's expression froze, and the wind picked up the dirt.

"No—" A hoarse cry of despair pierced the morning.

The one lying in the soil was exactly the child in his dream, but he had already lost his breath.

Shen family.

The maid who cleans the mourning hall in the morning is reluctant, because what happened yesterday, she doesn’t want to come here today, but she is on duty, in case the wife of the housewife recovers and finds that she has not arranged the young master’s appearance , she must have a meal.

As usual, she cleaned up the mourning hall, replaced the burnt incense candles, and replaced the table with fresh fruits and vegetables.Turning around, I suddenly found a gap in the coffin that was supposed to be tightly closed...

"Ah—" In the early morning, there was a piercing scream from Bai Xianxian's yard. "Young master...Young master is gone!" The entire Shen family fell into chaos, and those who were looking for someone to report to the master were trembling with fright.They soon discovered that missing the young master's body was the fourth young master of the Shen family who had frightened everyone yesterday, Shen Shen.

Shen Feng just woke up from a coma. Hearing the news, his heart surged with anger, he rolled his eyes, and almost passed out again. The doctor in the mansion rushed to rescue him, and Shen Feng was able to recover slowly. The breathing in his chest was like a bellows. wheezing.

Bai Xianxian gritted her teeth, couldn't stand still for a while, then fainted, and it took a long time to recover.She had just contacted an organization that secretly dealt with dark matters for the family, and she had paid the deposit, and she was waiting for Shen Shen to "died unexpectedly".I don't want people to run away!

It was not easy to stabilize the two masters.The guard at the gate reported that someone had asked to see his wife.Shen Feng rubbed his brows: "Who is it? The Shen residence doesn't see any visitors right now." Before the bad things in the residence were dealt with, he didn't want to let people in to watch the jokes for the time being.

He hadn't thought at this moment that half a quarter of an hour later, he would become the biggest joke.

"But...that person...that person...is a man" the guard faltered, his eyes flickering, and the corner of his eye secretly glanced at Bai Xianxian.

"You bastard, what's the point of hesitating and haggling, why don't you hurry up and tell me." Shen Feng couldn't find anyone to vent his anger.The look of the guards made him even more irritable.man?The guard swallowed his saliva: "He said...he is the wife's best friend and the real father of the young master."

Bai Xianxian had a bad feeling from the moment the guard said he was a man.She reacted quickly, and tears filled her eyes immediately.As if he had been greatly humiliated, he slammed into the pillar with his face, "I'm not going to live anymore, and the younger generation will insult my poor mother who just lost her son."

The servants hurriedly stopped her, although Shen Feng was suspicious, he still hugged his wife into his arms to comfort her.The two talked to each other for a while before Shen Feng calmed down Bai Xianxian's emotions.

After comforting the man, Shen Feng snorted coldly: "Where is that bastard who dares to slander my wife of the Shen family? What evidence does he have? Dare to talk nonsense, break my leg and throw it out to feed wild dogs!"

The guard hurriedly winked at Bai Xianxian's personal maid, and said loudly: "Xiaotao and I came in through the door together, she knows."

The maid met the guard's eyes, and the two knew each other's eyes.Madam is ruthless, she is gentle and gentle on the surface, but she beats and scolds the servants behind her back. As a personal maid, she bears the brunt of it, and sometimes her monthly routine is not enough for the wound.

Thinking of this, the maid stomped her feet cruelly, and at worst took the money and flew away.She answered in a low voice: "But...but he took Madam's bellyband..."

"You maidservant!" Bai Xianxian screamed, "Come here, drag me out of this mess..." Two strong women tied him up with hemp rope.Shen Feng felt a little pimple in his heart, but he didn't stop it.

"It's really lively. I haven't seen Miss Bai for a long time. Do you still remember that little gardener in the Bai family who had a fling with you overnight?" A man walked up against the light, with a plain blue shirt and an imposing manner like a rainbow.

The Shen family's chickens were flying like dogs, Shen Shen knew that anyway, he had already planted the seeds, and it depended on how prosperous the gardener's fire could be.But he didn't know that the fire burned much harder than he imagined, so much so that it alarmed the Bai family far away in Ye City. At this moment, the gears of fate began to turn slowly.

At this time, Shen Shen was sitting in a bumpy carriage, which was attached to the rear of the army. Who would have thought that the arrogant fourth young master of the Shen family would be honest, content with him despising his career, and voluntarily As a battlefield embalmer, rush to the front line.

Of course, not as Shen Shen, the fourth young master of the Shen family, but as Shen Shen, the well-known embalmer in this world.