My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 122

At first glance at this reward, Yang Jiu was a little confused.

Who likes to be possessed by the god of decline?

After a closer look, I realized that the Possession of the Faint God was actually a talisman.

As long as this talisman is punched into the body, all the good luck of this person will disappear and be replaced by unlucky, unlucky, and unlucky.

Seeing who doesn't like it in the future, it's really not too cool to use the Zhang Shuaishen Possession Talisman.

After daybreak, Li Xinghe ordered people to hang Murongba's body on the gate of Mianzhou City, as a warning to others.

People in Mianzhou were shocked by word of mouth.

Cruel officials are in power, corrupt officials are rampant, and the court is dark. The people thought that Murong Ba's uprising would bring them to the light.

Who would have imagined that Murong Ba was so vulnerable, he had only persisted for a long time before he was hanged by the gate of the city.

Those whose families had men who went to follow Murong Ba were all heartbroken and wished they could take a medicine for regret.

When the news reached Chengdu, Xue Xue was also very excited.

After a day's rest, attack Chengdu City again.

However, to Xue Xue's surprise, Murong Ba suddenly appeared on the tower, commanding the battle.

Murong Ba is still in Chengdu, who will be killed by Li Xinghe?
There can't be two Murong Ba in this world, right?
Under the heavy fog, Xue Xue chose to retreat for the time being. He had to figure out this matter, otherwise his morale would be greatly damaged and it would be even more difficult to win.

When the news came back, Li Xinghe couldn't laugh anymore.

There is actually a Murong Ba in Chengdu City.

This is something he never expected.

Yang Jiu led the team to the battlefield this time to sew up weird corpses, and to teach ordinary people how to sew up corpses.

If the war is not over, they will not be able to return to Chang'an.

Knowing that Murong Ba is still in charge of Chengdu, Yang Jiu knew that his previous guess was correct.

Murong Ba is no longer a person, but has become a symbol, a symbol, just like the totem of the mysterious tribe.

When one Murong Ba dies, there will be a second Murong Ba or even thousands of Murong Bas appearing.

If the imperial court wants to suppress this rebellion, it may have to fight a protracted war.

When the smoke is lit, it is difficult to be extinguished, unless the imperial court changes, eliminates corrupt officials, kills cruel officials, and ensures that the people have no worries about food and clothing.

At that time, who would be foolish enough to take up a sword and rebel?

Who doesn't like a wife and children who are hot on the kang?
The dilapidated city of Mianzhou has a bit of life.

An imperial edict from Empress Wu urgently summoned Yang Jiu to return to Chang'an.

Although the father-in-law who delivered the decree didn't say it explicitly, he also hinted that it was related to the protector of the country.

Wu Youdao, who was eating and drinking in the six-door prison, suddenly had an accident, and Empress Wu was really anxious.

When I returned to Chang'an City again, the city was full of greenery and full of spring.

When he went to the mortuary shop to change clothes, Xiao Xuanzi came over in a hurry and told Yang Jiuwu that Youdao was ill, and it was not serious.

Now that Wu Youdao has returned to the Duke Huguo's mansion, the imperial physicians took turns to diagnose and treat him, just as helpless as he was facing the late emperor's stubborn illness.

Empress Wu went to visit her in person, and seeing her beloved younger brother in such a state made her heart ache, and she vowed to invite the best doctor in the world to cure her younger brother no matter how much it cost.

Wei Zhongxian, Di Juyi and others all persuaded Empress Wu, but it was a pity that Empress Wu would not listen.

Seeking a doctor was fruitless, and Empress Wu thought of Yang Jiu inexplicably.

At that time, the life of the first emperor was hanging by a thread, and it was Yang Jiu who pulled the first emperor back from the gate of hell.

If it weren't for the stimulation, the late emperor might still be alive.

Empress Wu didn't like Yang Jiu at all, but it seemed that the only person who could save Wu Youdao was Yang Jiu.

"Little Xuanzi, this protector is so good, why did he get sick?" Yang Jiu put on new clothes and put on a belt.

Xiao Xuanzi said in a low voice: "The Queen of Heaven thinks it has something to do with the whip that Brother Nine gave the Duke."

Yang Jiu shook her head. If Wu Youdao's strange disease cannot be cured, Empress Wu must chop off his head?

What's more, for people like Wu Youdao, it's God's disapproval that they can live to this day.

Wu Youdao's good days are long over.

Empress Wu, with a vicious heart and always thinking about Yang Jiu's life, seemed to serve him loyally.

After locking the door, Yang Jiu went straight to Duke Huguo's mansion.

Spring is as warm as summer, and a hundred flowers are in full bloom.

Wu Youdao was lying on the bed, and there were a lot of braziers burning in the room. After Yang Jiu entered, he was so hot that he was sweating immediately.

Wu Youdao kept shouting coldly.

His body was covered with several layers of thick quilts, and he shivered from the cold.

Yang Jiu lifted the quilt to see, good guy, the quilt close to him was soaked with sweat, as if he had just taken a bath.

The servants naturally wanted to change, but due to Wu Youdao's lustful power, no one dared to change.

"Grandpa..." Yang Jiu yelled several times before seeing Wu Youdao slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was Yang Jiu, Wu Youdao smiled miserably, and said, "Brother Yang, even if you make a magic whip right now, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

It's all like a ghost, still thinking about that?

Yang Jiu felt her pulse and frowned slightly.

Wu Youdao was invaded by cold air, and it stands to reason that he could be cured with a few medicines.

Those imperial physicians all said that it can't be cured, there is no law to cure it, what's going on?

One or two imperial physicians may not want to treat them, and want Wu Youdao to rush to hell.

But it is impossible for all imperial physicians to think so. After all, if he can cure Wu Youdao, it will definitely be a great achievement, and promotion is inevitable.

If Wu Youdao were allowed to die of illness like this, it would be too cheap for him.

Wu Youdao was supposed to be beheaded at Caishikou, and Yang Jiu would definitely bring melon seeds to the theater when the time came.

"Grandpa, I'll prescribe some medicine for you, and you'll be fine after taking it." Yang Jiu got up and saluted.

Wu Youdao nodded weakly.

Yang Jiu handed the prescription to the maidservant waiting outside, gave a few instructions, and prepared to go back to the mortuary shop to sleep.

Unexpectedly, before he left the Duke Protector's Mansion, two eunuchs stopped him head-on.

Empress Wu please.

The sedan chair is waiting outside the residence of Duke Huguo.

After Yang Jiu got on the sedan chair, the two eunuchs didn't come up.

Yang Jiu took out a Loyal Geng Geng Pill from the Nine Snakes Returning Cave, and put it separately into a delicate white jade porcelain bottle. When he saw Empress Wu later, how could he fool her into eating it?
The sedan chair was carried all the way outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Empress Wu reviewed the memorials in the hall.

In the cold jade coffin on the dragon bed, the former emperor was lying in it, as if he was in a deep sleep.

Staying with a corpse all day long, Empress Wu didn't feel panicked.

However, it can be seen from this that Empress Wu's heart is so cold.

Yang Jiu entered the main hall and saluted respectfully: "Yang Jiu, the corpse maker, pays homage to the Queen of Heaven."

"How about Taoism?" Empress Wu didn't even look at Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiudao: "I just feel cold occasionally, I have already prescribed medicine, it will be fine in two days."

"If there is something wrong with Taoism, you can bury him with him." Empress Wu's voice was cold.

Yang Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up.

Empress Wu suddenly raised her head, with a sullen expression on her face.

How dare Yang Jiu get up without her order?
"Tianhou wants to be the emperor herself?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

Empress Wu angrily reprimanded: "Bold."

Yang Jiu's smile remained unabated, she took a step forward, and said, "If Tianhou wants to be emperor, she must first be well-versed in martial arts, so as to win the hearts of the people."

The ancestral guidelines count as the root hair, and only those who win the hearts of the people can win the world.

"Not very capable, but quite courageous." Empress Wu came out from behind the table as she spoke with murderous intent in her eyes.

Yang Jiudao: "What I said, every single word..."

Without saying a word, Empress Wu walked to the knife rest on the side and reached out to take down a long sword.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the forest was dazzling.

This is definitely a sword that cuts iron like mud.

Empress Wu pointed her sword at Yang Jiu, and said with a sneer, "I haven't killed anyone for a long time, I'm afraid the technique is unfamiliar, if the sword fails to stab you to death, don't be offended."

Yang Jiu stood still, as if ready to be stabbed to death.

Empress Wu was quite surprised to be so quiet.

At this moment, a white light suddenly shot towards Empress Wu from the side.

"Tianhou be careful."

Yang Jiu flew up and threw Empress Wu to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)