My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 182 The Ancient Corpse in the Cave
Look anxious.

Righteous words.

Wu Youwen seemed to be possessed by a ghost.

Yang Jiu untied Wu Youwen himself, frowned and asked, "Master Wu, is it still too late?"

"In time, Xiao Kun's corpse king can only be refined on the first day of October, the Cold Clothes Festival." As Xiao Kun's accomplice, Wu Youwen naturally knows more secrets.

Wu Youwen immediately proposed that Yang Jiu and others could continue to go to Wanjian Villa, while he pretended to continue to cooperate with Xiao Kun, which would definitely make Xiao Kun relax his vigilance.

When the reinforcements from the court arrive at that time, Xiao Kun will surely be unable to escape.

Only by pulling out Wanjian Villa can the people of Qingzhou live a better life.

"Master Yang, is it really poison that you gave Master Wu?" Jueqing was dumbfounded.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "It's said to be Dabu Wan."

Will Wu Youwen betray Xiao Kun after taking a big tonic pill?
Therefore, in the eyes of Feng Bao and others, Wu Youwen was more like acting, in order to trick them into Wanjian Villa.

Only Yang Jiu knew the real reason and trusted Wu Youwen, so he decided to do what Wu Youwen said.

After Wu Youwen left for deployment, Feng Bao and others looked very ugly.

"Master Yang, if something unexpected happens, can you really take this responsibility?" Feng Bao's tone was extremely unfriendly.

Gongsun Qing just felt that it was inappropriate for Yang Jiu to trust Wu Youwen so easily, so he kindly reminded Yang Jiu to think twice before acting.

His cold-blooded and heartless thoughts are similar to those of Gongsun Qing.

Only Gan Sisi was on Yang Jiu's side, but her opinion was not important at all.

Yang Jiu stood up and stretched, said: "Go to bed first, we have to hurry tomorrow." Then she pulled Gan Sisi away.

"It's too arrogant to bring family members with you on such an important mission." Feng Bao said so, his eyes full of envy.

His appearance was ruined, even if he met a girl he liked, he still didn't dare to show his feelings.

He once secretly liked two girls, but in the end he watched them marry someone else.

After being heartbroken twice, he calmed down, concentrated on sewing up the corpse, worked hard to improve, and stopped thinking about the love of his children.

He just went to the brothel occasionally, and those girls would look scared when they saw his face. Although they would look at Yinzi's face and serve him well in the end, Feng Bao knew that they must be disgusted in their hearts.

The next day.

Wu Youwen has already counted the soldiers and horses in Qingzhou.

Qingzhou is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and it is not a battleground for military strategists, so there are very few troops stationed there.

Wu Youwen counted all the government servants in nearby counties, and he managed to scrape together 5000 horses.

It is said that there are 5000 disciples in Wanjian Villa. Compared with 100,000 people, these [-] people are like lice on the head of a bald man, which can be killed with a single slap.

To wipe out Wanjian Villa, the imperial court must send heavy troops.

But doing so is very likely to inspire resistance in the entire arena.

Yang Jiu pulled Wu Youwen aside and whispered something in his ear.

"Lord Yang is really..." Wu Youwen couldn't find words to praise Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu jumped into the carriage and drove away from Qingzhou City.

About two hours later, Wu Youwen also went straight to Wanjian Villa with five thousand soldiers.

A few days later, a group of people appeared near Bainiao Mountain.

Bainiao Mountain is not steep, and it is covered with forests everywhere, full of greenery, and there are many birds in the forest with a complete range of species, so it got its name.

Liu Zongcheng liked the bird very much when he passed the desolate Bainiao Mountain.

When it was decided to establish Wanjian Villa, Bainiao Mountain became the only choice.

There are still many birds in Bainiao Mountain today, but they are no longer birds that can fly freely in the sky, but things that hang on the grass and grass in the rivers and lakes.

A wide road is opened in the dense forest, which can lead directly to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain was flattened, and pavilions and pavilions were built, which were locked in clouds and mists all year round, like a fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain stands a tall stone tablet with the four characters "Wanjian Villa" engraved on it.

These four characters were engraved by Liu Zongcheng with his fingers, flying like dragons and phoenixes, with sword intent hidden inside, full of murderous aura.

At this moment, dozens of men in different clothes stood in front of the stele.

Wanjian Villa does not have uniform requirements for dress, so joining Wanjian Villa's Jianghu Caomang, how to wear what you like on weekdays, you still wear what you like here.

The leader was a huge man with a bare upper body, a body with very strong muscles, and a huge ax stuck in his waist.

"Wanjian Villa Lin Shi, in the name of the owner, I welcome all of you adults." The man clasped his fists and said in a rough voice.

Carry shit?

The name is quite special.

Feng Bao didn't dismount, but waved his hand and said, "Lead the way."

Lin Shi stepped aside to let the adults from Chang'an go first, and they followed behind, chatting dirty words.

About half an hour later, the gate of Wanjian Villa appeared in front of everyone.

The gate was full of people.

When Gan Sisi got off the carriage, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Even the white-haired old man who took the lead lost his mind and forgot what he was going to say.

"Your Excellency must be Zhuo Jin, the steward of Wanjian Villa, the loyal hero?" After getting off the carriage, he went straight to the old man.

The old man came back to his senses, chuckled and returned the courtesy: "God catches the name of heartless, the old man has admired him for a long time."

Unfeelingly introduced everyone to Zhuo Jinzhong, Zhuo Jinzhong would cup his fists and say "Long admiration, long admiration", and then invite everyone to enter the villa to rest.

Don't look at the vulgarity of this group of rivers and lakes, but when you enter the villa, the inside is clean, the layout is simple, yet elegant.

Zhuo Jinzhong brought everyone to the living room, ordered people to bring fragrant tea, and said with a smile: "The owner of our villa is in retreat and cannot personally welcome the guests. I hope you adults can forgive me."

"Hero Zhuo is polite. We are here to sew up the corpse. We will sew up the corpse tonight and we will leave tomorrow, so we don't need to disturb Master Xiao." Feng Bao was restless and uncomfortable. Sword Villa.

Zhuo Jinzhong sighed: "If it wasn't for me having no choice but to take that ancient corpse, I definitely wouldn't bother you adults to travel all the way."

"Sewing the corpse is our duty, so don't be polite, Mr. Zhuo." Feng Bao seemed to regard himself as the leader.

Yang Jiu never spoke.

After entering Wanjian Villa, one should talk less and observe more.

Just let Feng Bao out of the limelight.

Zhuo Jinzhong then arranged rooms for several people, and when he learned that Yang Jiu and Gan Sisi were husband and wife, he arranged bigger and better rooms for them.

The greater the goodwill shown by Wanjian Villa, the more terrifying the malice hidden behind it.

After dinner, it was still early, Gan Sisi called for footwashing water, and asked Yang Jiu to soak his feet first, and then go to sew the corpse.

"Jiulang, you said that Xiao Kun was refining some kind of corpse king, and you didn't want anyone to find out, but you said there was some ancient corpse that couldn't be sewn, and asked the court to send someone to help, isn't that contradictory?" Gan Sisi squatted on the ground, A pair of catkins gently rubbed Yang Jiu's swollen feet, his face full of distress.

When driving, your feet are either hanging in the air or pedaling on the edge of the car. After a long time, it must be very hard.

Gan Sisi's doubts actually hit the key point.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "Xiao Kun is the one who made the corpse king, there may be someone else who asked the court to help him sew the corpse."

The seemingly monolithic Wanjian Villa may not be as united as they imagined.

Xiao Kun's purpose of refining the corpse king can only be to dominate the world.

Maybe there is a kind-hearted person in Wanjian Villa who doesn't want to see blood flow into rivers and lakes, so he thought of this stupid way to ask the court to stop Xiao Kun.

Now it is the beginning of September, it is still early before the Winter Clothes Festival, there is plenty of time to stop Xiao Kun's ambition.

Bang bang bang.

"Lord Yang, Hero Zhuo, please go and sew up the corpse." A heartless voice came from outside the door.

There were six people in the group, and the sewers were Yang Jiu and Feng Bao.

Since it was a very ferocious ancient corpse, Feng Bao would definitely not take the risk alone, he had to drag Yang Jiu along.

Gan Sisi dried Yang Jiu's feet, put on her shoes, and went out with the footwashing water.

Yang Jiu came to the door and said with a smile, "Isn't Feng Bao too impatient?"

"I also think that we have just arrived today, so we should have a good rest and sew up the corpse tomorrow night." Jueqing frowned slightly.

That ancient corpse is so dangerous, it is best to sew it up when you are rested and energetic, so as not to cause any accidents.

Gan Sisi put the footbath back into the room, and said with a smile, "Jiulang, don't be brave, let Feng Bao sew it."

Feng Bao will definitely let Yang Jiu sew first, this is another difficult game.

When they came to the front yard, Zhuo Jinzhong led a lot of people, all holding weapons and holding torches, with dignified expressions.

"My lords, please follow me." Zhuo Jinzhong led the way.

Going around in the villa, walking out of the garden, passing through the promenade, crossing the small bridge, and finally entering a bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet, and it is even more ghostly at night.

"You guys, stay outside the forest and don't let anyone in, so as not to disturb the adults who sew the corpse." Zhuo Jinzhong ordered coldly, and a dozen people stayed outside the bamboo forest, with their knives in their hands, and were on guard. .

Passing through the bamboo forest, there is a low cliff in front of you.

There is a cave under the cliff.

The ancient corpse is in the cave.

"My lords, I can only send you here." Zhuo Jinzhong said looking at the cave.

Feng Bao asked: "Hero Zhuo, how deep is this cave? How many corpses are there?"

"There is no fork hole, and there is only one dead body if you go straight for at most five miles." Zhuo Jinzhong replied.

Feng Bao asked again: "How did you find this corpse?"

"He came out by himself and said that he couldn't find the head. A disciple happened to see it at the time. Later, we found a lot of disciples who could do needlework and let them enter the cave to see if they could sew the head on the corpse. None of the people who went in came out alive." Zhuo Jinzhong's voice was very soft, as if just thinking about it would make him very painful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "The people outside didn't see anyone coming out of the cave, but those who entered the cave were already lying on their respective beds, with their bodies and heads separated, and no blood was spilled."

Further on, the bamboo forest side was temporarily sealed off to keep people away.

As for the corpses in the cave, it is not known whether they came out of the cave again to find the head.

After listening to Zhuo Jinzhong's narration, Yang Jiu had only one question, and that was how Zhuo Jinzhong concluded that the corpse in the cave was an ancient corpse.

Zhuo Jinzhong chuckled, and said, "Lord Yang, that corpse is wearing the official uniform of the previous court."

It is too arbitrary to conclude that the corpse is an ancient corpse based on this point.

"Master Feng, this corpse..." Yang Jiu looked at Feng Bao with a smile.

Feng Bao said: "Master Yang, I won't rob you this time."

"According to what Hero Zhuo said, this corpse has obviously been transformed for a long time. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the Zombie King. Isn't it the duty of the corpse department to deal with such a corpse?" Yang Jiu said a few words and let Feng Bao Can't refute.

As the representative of the corpse department, Feng Bao knew that if he backed down, it would damage the face of the corpse department.

Feng Bao gritted his teeth and said, "Master Yang, you are ruthless."

Feng Bao thought of a lot of words that could stimulate Yang Jiu to take the lead in going into the cave to sew the corpse. He never thought that a simple sentence from Yang Jiu would force him into the cave.

After Feng Bao finished speaking, he walked into the cave with a torch.

It has to be said that this guy is still very courageous.

"Hero Zhuo, but you reported it to the court?" Yang Jiu felt that being idle was idle, so he just took the opportunity to have a good chat with Zhuo Jinzhong.

Zhuo Jinzhong said with a smile: "I know what Master Yang wants to ask, and I will not hide it. After discovering this ancient corpse, I immediately notified the owner of the villa. After careful consideration, the owner decided to ask the court for help."

The letter sent by Wanjian Villa to Chang'an was only for a top-notch corpse stitcher, but the team sent by the imperial court would be so strange.

After a while, the cave was still quiet without any sound.

"I'll go in and have a look." Yang Jiu took the torch from a disciple of Wanjian Villa.

Ruthlessly said: "Why don't we go in and have a look together?"

Even if Zhuo Jinzhong was given gold and silver, Zhuo Jinzhong would not enter this cave.

Holding torches, everyone entered the cave fearfully.

Zhuo Jinzhong looked at it with a smile, turned his head and said in a low voice: "Go and tell the owner that the turtle has entered the urn."

One person turned around and left immediately.

A few torches illuminated the cave very brightly. The walls of the cave were covered with moldy moss, exuding an unpleasant smell.

Yang Jiu took out a bottle of detoxification pills, poured the pills into his palm, and said in a low voice, "This is detoxification pills, everyone should take one, just in case."

After walking for about two miles, there was a person lying in front of him. After getting closer, he realized that the person was Feng Bao.

Feng Bao's lips turned purple, probably from being poisoned.

Yang Jiu pinched his mouth open and stuffed a detoxification pill into it.

After a while, Feng Bao woke up, opened his eyes with difficulty, and coughed again and again.

"There is miasma in this cave." Feng Bao said nervously after he was fully awake.

Unfeelingly said: "Master Yang gave you the detoxification pill, it's all right now."

"Thank you, Lord Yang." Feng Bao clasped his fists in thanks.

Yang Jiu said: "You don't need to say thank you, we are in the same group."

According to Zhuo Jinzhong, the cave was at most five miles deep, and now that they had walked more than half of it, it seemed that the ancient corpse whose head was looking for should be in the deepest part of the cave.

"Master Yang, you are all coming in, in case Zhuo Jinzhong seals the entrance of the cave..." Feng Bao dared not imagine.

Gongsun Qing said coldly: "What we want is that they do it first."

If you calculate the time, Wu Youwen's army will arrive tomorrow.

Seeing that Yang Jiu trusted Wu Youwen so much, Gongsun Qing was also willing to believe that as long as Wu Youwen led troops to surround Bainiao Mountain, they would be safe for the time being.

From the beginning, they were bait.

How big a fish can be caught in the end depends on how attractive the bait is.

Yang Jiu is the best corpse stitcher in Dongchang, I believe Wanjian Villa has already investigated it clearly.

What Wanjian Villa wanted was the sewer, maybe it was the sewer's corpse, Wei Zhongxian threw out the bait of Yang Jiu, so he was not afraid that the fish would not take the bait.

Continue to walk in, and after two or three miles, with the help of the torch, you can already see the end of the cave.

The end is relatively wide, and the stone wall is covered with thick straw, on which a person is sleeping.

Getting closer, everyone stopped at the same time.

The posture of the man looks like he is sleeping, however, he has no head.

Yang Jiu told everyone to stay where they were, and he continued to walk forward with a torch.

There was a hole in the side stone wall, so Yang Jiu inserted the torch into it and scanned around, but he didn't find the head of the corpse.

Slowly approaching step by step, Yang Jiu came straight behind the corpse.

The corpse was wearing a blood-red robe with a dragon embroidered on its chest. Although the robe was worn out, it was enough to prove that this guy was a prince before his death.

There was no head of the corpse in the thick straw.

Yang Jiu thought for a while, and with a wave of his hand, he pasted the six corpse-suppressing charms on the back of the corpse.

Whoosh whoosh.

Suddenly, blue smoke rose from the back of the corpse.

The six corpse talismans were incinerated almost at the same time.

The corpse also jumped up quickly, and turned around slowly. If it had a head, it must be facing Yang Jiu.

The rest rushed over quickly, all holding weapons in their hands.

"Master Feng, it's up to you to deal with this thing." Cold sweat broke out on Leng Xue's forehead.

Feng Bao was sweating all over his body, and said in a squeaky voice, "I'm just a corpse stitcher."

The one who can really deal with zombies and ghosts is Mingwei, the Corpse Suppressor.

"Master Shi, it's true, you don't know how to send an extra Mingwei master to assist us?" He complained heartlessly.

Feng Bao said: "We are too aggressive."

Feng Bao completely forgot that since he entered Wanjian Villa, he was the one who urged to sew up the corpse quickly so that he could leave early.

The headless corpse stood there without moving. After a while, a cold voice came from his stomach:

"Where's my head?"

"Did you see my head?"

"I can't find my head."

……

The sound kept coming out, making everyone very nervous.

Yang Jiu suddenly made a bold guess.

"I know where your head is." Yang Jiu said immediately.

Hearing this, the corpse seemed a little excited, staggered and rushed toward Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu swiped out his snow-drinking knife, pointed at the corpse, and said coldly, "Stay there and don't move."

"My head..." The corpse stopped as expected, and the voice became more and more pathetic.

Yang Jiu pointed at the corpse's stomach with a knife, and said, "Your head is in your stomach."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

Considering that the voice of the corpse came from the stomach, it was indeed very possible.

The corpse slowly raised its hands, and slowly put them down again.

His arms were very stiff, rising and falling, but he couldn't bend to touch his stomach.

Yang Jiu took two steps forward, and asked with a smile, "Do you want my help?"

While the corpse was still looking for the head, Yang Jiu swung his knife and slashed open the corpse's stomach.

A bulging head suddenly fell out of the stomach, and rolled to Yang Jiu's feet.

"Head, head, my head..." The mouth of the head opened and closed, making a sharp and excited cry.

Yang Jiu picked up his head, looked at it carefully, and asked in surprise, "Eunuch Cao?"

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