My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 157

"Are you urging me?"

Wu Sanyue put down the memorial, walked over lightly, turned around, and fell into Yang Jiu's arms.

Yang Jiu was so shocked that she almost choked to death with a bite of dim sum.

The movements are skillful and the posture is elegant, presumably after countless trainings.

If you think about it with your feet, you can tell that when the late emperor was alive, Wu Sanyue often fell into the late emperor's arms like this.

Yang Jiu opened her arms, leaned back, and said in embarrassment: "Sage, this...isn't it good?"

"You didn't feel bad last night." Wu Sanyue covered her mouth and snickered.

I have to say that the charm of this woman is really fatal.

No matter how long she hugs her, Yang Jiu is worried that she will be distracted.

"Since you love sewing corpses so much, let's move quickly." Wu Sanyue also opened her arms and slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Jiu hurriedly sprinkled a little Huangliang Yimeng powder on the tip of her nose.

Wu Sanyue stood up immediately, twirled and fell into the dragon bed.

Seeing her undoing her belt, Yang Jiu hurriedly fled and went straight to Yan Luodian.

Only sewing the corpse can calm him down.

The night wind blows gently, causing Yang Jiu to have a headache.

But the dream that Wu Sanyue was having at this moment always flashed in his mind.

This woman really... can't get enough.

Arriving at the Hall of Yan Luo, Yang Jiu kicked open the door of Room 43 of Xuanzi, went in and picked up the sewing record.

The corpse was disemboweled, and three corpse sewers died because of this, all of which were caused by asphyxiation.

The neck of the corpse seamer has the same strangulation marks, but it should not be rope, but intestines.

The dead body strangled the seamer with its intestines?

This corpse sewing record is just nonsense. Human intestines are probably not that strong.

Yang Jiu lifted the lid of the coffin and saw that there was indeed a small intestine on the stomach of the corpse.

The small intestine was pulled so thin that it looked like it was used to strangle someone.

The chest of the corpse was also cut open, and all internal organs were emptied.

It takes a lot of hatred and resentment to make people look like this.

After Yang Jiu waited for a while, Wu Sanyue's sweet dream finally came to an end.

Calculating the time, it was quite a long time, at least half an hour had passed from the imperial palace to the Yan Luo Hall in Dongchang.

Half an hour is an hour.

very long lasting.

Not feeling Wu Sanyue's Huangliang dream, Yang Jiu just prepared to sew the corpse.

Turn the body over, with the back intact.

Turning the corpse over again, Yang Jiu turned around to burn incense. There was nothing weird about the corpse so far, and it was estimated that the corpse would show weirdness when it was stitched.

As soon as he turned around, the corpse turned upside down, and the exposed small intestine was thrown straight over, trying to strangle Yang Jiu's neck.

Yang Jiu turned around to avoid it, and threw out a corpse-suppressing talisman.

The dead body talisman hit the forehead of the corpse, but it didn't affect the corpse in any way.

The small intestine seemed to be alive, and it flicked back and forth, trying to wrap around Yang Jiu's neck.

Swish.

Yang Jiu swung the Xuexue Knife violently, and chopped off the small intestine.

The corpse that stood up from the coffin suddenly fell down.

Yang Jiu was quite puzzled, and went over to take off the corpse suppressing talisman, but the corpse did not move.

After careful inspection again, Yang Jiu was shocked to find that the small intestine used by the corpse as a weapon was not his own.

Pulling out the small intestine, Yang Jiu was speechless, it was actually a pig's small intestine, which wicked thing stuffed a pig's small intestine into this person's stomach?
After lighting the incense, Yang Jiu quickly sewed up the corpse.

After a while, the body was sewn up, and the "Book of Life and Death" appeared immediately.

This person is Gao Gang, a butcher.

Since he was a child, he has been particularly interested in killing pigs, and he would go to see who kills pigs.

The other children were very frightened, but Gao Gang was full of excitement, seeing the white knife going in and the red knife coming out, his body was trembling.

When he grew up, he naturally became a butcher too.

Whoever wants to kill a pig will basically call it Gao Gang.

This is because Gao Gang is young and strong, he can kill pigs easily, and the fee is lower.

The sudden birth of Gao Gang made the former butchers no longer have business.

Although they all hated Gao Gang in their hearts, they also knew that the front waves would eventually be photographed on the beach by the back waves.

Gao Gang is also very sensible. During the holidays, he would bring things to visit the old butchers.

It can be said that these old butchers are Gao Gang's masters.

When the Chinese New Year is approaching, Gao Gang's business is at its peak.

Sometimes I have to kill seven or eight pigs a day. I am so busy from morning to night that I can hardly stand upright.

But all the hard work will be worth it when you lie in bed at night and count your money.

After saving a lot of money, Gao Gang asked the matchmaker to find a wife for him.

The daughter-in-law is very beautiful, and the neighbors in the neighborhood are very envious.

On the evening of the bridal chamber, the bride frowned, hoping that Gao Gang would stop slaughtering pigs in the future, as killing pigs would be detrimental to morality, and if she didn't look back, she would surely lose her children and grandchildren.

Gao Gang was very upset when he heard it, but because it was the night of the bridal chamber, he agreed with a smile and promised that he would never kill pigs again.

The bride saw that Gao Gang was very sincere, full of joy, and very cooperative.

As a newlywed, Gao Gang is tired of being with his wife all day long, and wants to have a baby whenever he is free.

Less than three months after the marriage, the wife's stomach started to move.

At this time, the end of the new year is approaching, and the people who raise pigs start to slaughter pigs for the new year.

When the business came, Gao Gang put down five pigs the day before and made a fortune.

But when I got home, I saw my wife kneeling in the yard, clasping her hands together, kowtowing, and muttering:

"I'm guilty, I'm guilty..."

Gao Gang took out the money he earned today and gave it all to his wife. He said with a smile, "If I don't kill pigs, what will our family eat? After our child is born, what will he eat?"

The wife prayed silently, without answering.

Gao Gang didn't bother to explain anymore, and continued to go out to kill pigs the next day.

A few days later, the wife couldn't bear it any longer, and persuaded: "If you don't stop, the next time you kill may be your son."

Gao Gang didn't care.

If you don’t make good money when the Chinese New Year is approaching, you will be hungry this year.

It seems that there are a lot of people raising pigs this year. Gao Gang has to slaughter five or six pigs every day, and sometimes there are eight or nine pigs. Maybe the number will exceed ten tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

If people want to get rich, God can't stop them.

But when he got home, he would never see his wife smile again, let alone eat a warm meal.

For the sake of the child, Gao Gang tried his best to accommodate and tried his best to make his wife happy.

This day, Gao Gang continued to go out to kill pigs as usual.

There were seven families who came to make an appointment yesterday.

Before dawn, the earliest household had already boiled hot water.

With the lantern on, Gao Gang, with the help of everyone, drove the fat old sow out of the pigsty.

When he pressed the pig firmly on the table, Gao Gang was about to stab the knife.

The slaughter of pigs depends on this knife.

As long as you look for the position, master the strength, and cut straight into the heart, no matter how fierce the pig is, it will lose its strength in an instant.

"Father, don't kill me..." Gao Gang was about to make a move when a young boy's voice suddenly came from his ear.

Gao Gang looked up and looked around, there were no children around here at all.

Perhaps it was an auditory hallucination. He was about to strike the knife when he heard the male voice pleading: "Father, please, don't kill me, don't kill me, okay? Don't kill..."

Gao Gang shook his head vigorously, roared angrily, and stabbed down with a knife.

The struggling old sow immediately stopped moving.

The few people holding the pig were already sweating profusely from exhaustion, and they were laughing and scolding Gao Gang.

If Gao Gang cut the knife quickly, they wouldn't have to be so tired.

Gao Gang looked around, but did not see any children.

Even if there is a child, I'm afraid he won't call him dad, right?

What a hit.

On this day, Gao Gang was absent-minded.

In addition to the seven pigs reserved in advance, three more pigs were temporarily added.

Killing ten pigs in one day can be regarded as fulfilling one of Gao Gang's wishes.

Back home, Gao Gang saw his wife lying in a pool of blood, crying into tears.

After asking, I found out that the child was gone, and it was gone, and there was no sign at all.

Gao Gang inexplicably remembered the situation when he killed the first pig in the morning. Could it be that he killed his own son himself?
Impossible, how could there be such a bizarre thing in this world?
The sad wife stood up abruptly, grabbed Gao Gang's throat tightly, and yelled for Gao Gang to return her child to her.

The tall and mighty Gao Gang was stunned, but was pinched unconscious by his petite wife.

Looking at Gao Gang who fell to the ground, his wife picked up Gao Gang's butcher's knife and directly cut Gao Gang's chest.

Presumably, the pig's small intestine in Gao Gang's stomach was stuffed by his wife.

Everything about this incident was so weird that Yang Jiu couldn't quite believe it.

Gao Gang just killed an old sow, could he really kill his son?
There is no doubt that the problem lies with Gao Gang's wife.

Gao Gang's beautiful wife has always been wrong from the very beginning.

The truth of it may never be known.

Yang Jiu pushed the coffin lid over.

[Sewing 110 five corpses, rewarding the host with the corpse-suppressing hammer method. 】

Previously, there was a corpse-suppressing hammer as a reward, but now there is another set of hammering methods, which is complete.

It was still early, and Yang Jiu pushed open the door of Room 42 of Xuanzi again.

"That knife just now was very handsome." A young man in white was sitting on the cold jade coffin.

He was handsome, but there was a blood hole on his forehead, and blood was oozing out all the time.

Yang Jiu clasped her fists and said with a smile, "I'm overwhelmed."

"Yang Jiuye, you can sew, I won't resist." The young man in white smiled.

Yang Jiu looked through the corpse sewing records first, and there was no record in the corpse sewing records that the person who sewed the corpse died because of the corpse.

"Yang Jiuye, apart from the Tianzihao room and Dizihao room, the corpses in the other rooms of Yan Luo Palace are placed randomly." The young man in white seemed to see what Yang Jiu was thinking.

According to him, the corpses in the mysterious room are not necessarily more ferocious than the corpses in the yellow room.

After all, when Yan Luodian was first established, it was a group of idiots playing with it.

Due to the large number of rooms in Yan Luo Hall and the large number of cold jade coffins, the more professional people who came later did not bother to rearrange all the corpses.

It's wrong to be wrong, anyway, these corpses will eventually have to be stitched up and buried in the ground.

When Yang Jiu burned incense, opened the coffin lid, and sewed up the corpse, the young man in white did not make any trouble.

After the body was sewn up, the blood hole on his forehead also disappeared.

"Thank you, Lord Yang Jiu." The young man in white was very happy, and thanked him with his hands clasped together.

The "Book of Life and Death" now begins to record the life of this young man in white.

The young man in white is from the Jianghu, his name is Bai Muyun, his swordsmanship is superb, and he is well-known in the Jianghu.

He practiced swordsmanship and righteousness, saving the lives of many innocent people.

On this day, when he traveled to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, Bai Muyun learned that there was a strange man named Song Mang Weng in this area, who was bloodthirsty.

As long as the mourning man is unhappy, he will kill for fun.

Such a guy is naturally the target of Bai Muyun's eradication.

Bai Muyun traveled around Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and finally found the place where the mourner was sent.

That night, the moon was covered by dark clouds in the sky, the sky and the earth were as dark as ink, and the wind was cold.

One person and one sword, Bai Muyun broke into the ruined temple where the mourner was sent to stay.

The mourner is warming up the fire, the soul-calling banner is placed beside him, and a frog is roasting on the fire.

The smell of meat is overwhelming.

The mourner wore a ghost mask and asked in a dark voice: "Are you here to kill me?"

"Your Excellency killed innocent people indiscriminately, and your crimes are heinous. Tonight, I, Bai Muyun, will stand up for the heavens and eradicate you as a scourge for the people." Bai Muyun pulled out his long sword and pointed it at the mourner.

The mourner sat still, and asked in a dark voice, "A scourge? You say I am a scourge?"

Bai Muyun could have ended the life of the mourning man with a single sword, but he hesitated.

With this hesitation, the sent mourner seized the opportunity and slapped his chest hard.

Bai Muyun was beaten until blood spurted from his mouth, and he staggered to the ground.

The mourner no longer chased after the victory, but brought the roasted frog in front of Bai Muyun, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat?"

Bai Muyun spat a mouthful of blood on the frog.

The mourning man laughed and gnawed the frog without even wiping it.

Bai Muyun felt extremely disgusted, and cursed: "Your Excellency dare not show your true colors..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the mourner took off his ghost mask.

Not to mention Bai Muyun, even Yang Jiu was stunned.

There are times when the mourner is so careless.

Looking at that young and strange face, Yang Jiu always felt that he had seen this face before.

"Boy, let's go." The mourner dared to take off his mask because he believed that Bai Muyun was going to die.

Letting a dead man see his true face is nothing to do with it.

The mourner said as he waved the soul-calling flag, and a bright object jumped out of the soul-calling flag, piercing Bai Muyun's forehead with a whistling sound.

The moment Bai Muyun fell down, he felt very unwilling.

All I could hear was the incomparable laughter of the mourner.

After reading Bai Muyun's life, Yang Jiu silently closed the coffin.

[Sew 110 six corpses, and reward the host with a bottle of Great Return Pill. 】

There are nine pills in a bottle of Da Huan Dan, more than the gift from Shaolin Temple to Wu Sanyue.

"Yang Jiuye, can you hear my voice?"

Bai Muyun floated back and forth in front of Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu remained calm and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"Did the imperial court catch the mourner?" Bai Muyun asked expectantly.

Seeing Yang Jiu shaking his head, despair was written on his face.

After so many years, the court has not yet investigated the case.

As the nursery rhyme sang, these court officials are all happy to enrich their own pockets, and all of them are idiots to relieve the people's worries.

Yang Jiu shook his head and said: "Not yet, the guy who sent the mourner is very cunning, we don't even know what he looks like, how can we catch him?"

Bai Muyun knew that if he wanted to catch the mourner, he had to make an extremely careful plan.

But for now, the only thing Bai Muyun can help is to draw the mourning man.

He remembered the face under the mask very clearly.

Bai Muyun wanted to help Yang Jiu draw it, but remembered that he couldn't hold the pen.

But Yang Jiu took out the pen and paper, swiped the brush, and drew the face of the mourner in no time.

"But this person?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

Bai Muyun was dumbfounded, and said repeatedly: "That's right, that's him..."

Yang Jiu asked again: "How long have you been lying here?"

This question stumped Bai Muyun.

Bai Muyun thought for a while, and could only guess, "It's probably been decades."

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "When you met the mourner, he was about the same age as you, but since you died, your appearance has not changed, so the mourner is probably an old man now."

Bai Muyun nodded.

Relying on the appearance of the mourner in his memory, he still couldn't catch the mourner.

Yang Jiu asked many more details about sending the mourner.

Bai Muyun racked his brains and kept beating his head with both hands, but he still couldn't remember.

After persuading Bai Muyun to leave, Yang Jiu walked out of the room, checked the time, then yawned and went back to sleep in the corpse shop.

In the dream, he actually saw Wu Sanyue.

Wu Sanyue's face was flushed, her expression was charming, and her eyes were extremely ecstatic.

When she woke up, the sky was heavy, Yang Jiu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

It might be a big mistake to use Huangliang Yimeng on Wu Sanyue.

I washed my face and opened the door, but neither Gan Sisi nor Wei Yuyan was seen.

Yang Jiu was sitting at the door, taking out the Ming paper to make paper figurines to play with.

The appearance of the paper man made out is exactly that of the mourner when he was young.

After finishing his eyes, the little paper figurine was just looking around, unable to give Yang Jiu an accurate direction.

Decades of vicissitudes can really change everything.

The little paper figurine couldn't identify the mourner, so if he wanted to catch the mourner, he had to find another way.

"Uncle, I need you urgently." Wei Yuyan ran from one side and dragged Yang Jiu into the body sewing shop.

Yang Jiu crumpled the little paper figurine into a ball and asked with a smile, "What's the hurry?"

"Look, Uncle..." Wei Yuyan quickly lifted up her clothes, revealing her belly as white and tender as snow.

Yang Jiu just wanted to scold her, but saw a black figure on her belly.

The figure can still move, even though the movement is not too large, it still makes Wei Yuyan extremely uncomfortable.

Yang Jiu frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"I, I don't know, I woke up today and felt a stomachache, and then I found this guy." Wei Yuyan's eyes were filled with tears.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Don't cry, it will be fine once I get this little paper man out."

"Uncle, do you think I will die?" Wei Yuyan cried even more sadly.

Yang Jiu said speechlessly: "Don't do this every time, it's not the first time, what are you afraid of?"

After Guo Qiniang came back from Sichuan, she hadn't had a good chat with Yang Jiu yet.

At this moment, she came outside the body sewing shop, but heard the voices and conversations inside, something was wrong.

"Could it be Master and Mistress?" Guo Qiniang came to congratulate her.

Considering that both master and wife have decided to get married, it is understandable to taste the forbidden fruit in advance.

That's what made her bump into it, and she felt so embarrassed.

Speaking of which, she herself has reached the age to talk about marriage, but where is the wishful man that Yuelao arranged for her?
After a while, the door of the body sewing shop opened, and Wei Yuyan walked out first, followed by Yang Jiu.

"Uncle, you are so kind." Wei Yuyan wanted to kiss Yang Jiu, but Yang Jiu avoided him.

How could it be Swift?

Guo Qiniang was completely stunned.

If Gan Sisi finds out about this matter, will this marriage be unpromising?
"Qiniang is back?" Yang Jiu saw Guo Qiniang at a glance.

Guo Qiniang held the gift in her hand and said, "Master, His Royal Highness King Qin has made important discoveries."

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