My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 28
[Sewing nineteen corpses, reward the host with nine-color magical skills (first floor). 】

Jiu Niu Dao Fa pays more attention to the sword technique, while the Jiu Se Shen Gong focuses on internal force.

Even if it's only the first floor, Yang Jiu can feel the warmth of his dantian, and his whole body is full of strength.

"The No. 53 Sewing Shop is vacant, and the No. 53 Sewing Shop is vacant."

Suddenly there was a shout from an officer outside.

Yang Jiu ran out of the corpse sewing shop and quickly came to the steamed stuffed bun shop across the street.

Standing in front of the window, you can see Gan Sisi and Wei Yuyan making buns. The two are talking and laughing, very happy.

It would be nice if it wasn't Wei Yuyan.

Immediately, Yang Jiu came to No. 53 corpse sewing shop, just as the third master came out of it.

The third master sighed: "There is no need to look, there are people hiding on the beam."

This game of hunting and killing the corpse stitchers has obviously just begun.

I'm afraid that more corpse sewers will be killed in the days to come.

Walking back side by side with the third master, Yang Jiu said in a low voice: "Third master, can you remind the official that if there is an accident with the sewer next time, let them search the sewer's shop carefully."

"You think I didn't say it? But who would believe it!" The third master had a pipe in his mouth, with a helpless expression on his face.

It's just the death of a few corpse sewers, so Dongchang naturally doesn't take it to heart.

Go to the crowd of beggars and shout a few times, there are many guys who want to be corpse stitchers.

When I returned to the corpse sewing shop, it was still early, and I was idle, so Yang Jiu practiced the paper-making technique.

After it was done, Yang Jiu was a little dazed.

Unexpectedly, the paper figurine he pierced turned out to be that mysterious heart thief.

When I went for a stroll during the day, I saw the latest notice posted by the government that the reward for stealing hearts has been increased to 2000 taels.

If you can catch this guy, then send it.

On a whim, Yang Jiu sealed the paper figurine's eyes with blood, and when he saw the paper figurine came back to life, he ordered, "Take me to find that guy."

I don't know if the paper figurine understood, so he opened the door and walked out along the long street.

At night, the paper dolls walking on the long street are very scary.

Yang Jiu followed at a distance, praying not to run into anyone at this time.

"Ninth brother, where are you going?" Gan Sisi's voice suddenly came from one side.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

Seeing that the paper figurine had gone far away, Yang Jiu whispered, "Sisi, talk while walking."

"Then, is that a paper man?" Gan Sisi saw the paper man walking in front, her legs went limp from fright.

Yang Jiu said: "Follow it, we can catch the thief tonight."

Gan Sisi's heart skipped a beat when she heard that a heart thief was about to be caught.

She is no longer cheating.

"Who?" Just as the paper figurine in front turned the corner, someone shouted angrily.

The paper figurine had apparently encountered the guards on the night watch.

"Mom."

"The paper fire is alive."

More noisy voices came immediately.

Yang Jiu rubbed his forehead, slowly approached the corner of the street, looked with his head, and saw that all the imperial guards had escaped, but the paper figurine continued to move forward.

Kui Ye is desolate, whoever sees the paper figurine that can walk, will not be frightened so that the three souls fly around and the seven souls dissipate?

"Ninth brother, tell me later, how did you make the paper doll walk." After Gan Sisi got used to it, she found the paper doll walking in front very cute.

The paper figurine stopped outside a blacksmith shop, turned around and looked at Yang Jiu.

"right here?"

Seeing the paper figurines nodding, Yang Jiu waved the paper figurines to pieces, crumpled them into a ball and threw them away.

There is no fine for littering these days.

The two came to the back door of the blacksmith shop, climbed over the wall and entered.

The lights were still on in the main house.

"Ninth Brother, look over there." Gan Sisi raised her hand and pointed to the side.

On the iron clothes rail next to it, there are three hearts hanging impressively.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "It seems we have found the right place."

Approaching the main house, Yang Jiu licked his fingers, moistened the window paper, and saw that there were only two people in the house.

A woman with a big belly was sitting on the head of the bed, and a strong man with strong arms was squatting on the ground, washing the woman's feet.

The woman was very thin, her face looked like it had been cut by a knife, and there was not much flesh on her feet.

After the blacksmith washed his daughter-in-law's feet, he took the footbath to the side, brought a bowl of porridge from the table, and said softly, "My lady, drink up the porridge."

"I won't drink it, the porridge is mushy again." The woman shook her head again and again.

The blacksmith smiled and said, "It's more nutritious if it's mushy. If you don't drink it, how can our children grow up?"

Under the blacksmith's soft grinding and hard soaking, the woman reluctantly drank the bowl of porridge.

The matter is already clear, the blacksmith murdered his heart in order to heal his pregnant daughter-in-law, and he must have got the recipe from some charlatan again.

If he hadn't met Yang Jiu, Gan Sisi might still be looking for new targets, killing people for heart.

This blacksmith seems to be affectionate and righteous, but in fact he is extremely hateful and deserves death.

Bao Sanping, a scholar, and Tie Bianer, Yexiang's husband, are all innocent poor people who are working hard to live, but the blacksmith ruthlessly deprives them of their lives.

Yang Jiu made a noise on purpose, and then came to wait beside the three Xinxin people in the courtyard.

Hearing the sound, the blacksmith's expression changed drastically, he grabbed a hammer placed beside him, and quickly jumped out.

The moonlight was not bright, and two people could be vaguely seen standing in the courtyard.

He blew on the torch and lit a red lantern hanging under the eaves.

"What's the matter with you two?" The blacksmith's skin was red and rough, and his expression was very calm.

Ordinary people may not be able to see that what hangs there is the human heart.

Occasionally, when neighbors see it, the blacksmith will say it is a pig's heart.

Neighbors were not suspicious either.

But the two people who visited in the middle of the night might not be so easy to fool.

"A heart thief wanted by the government, 2000 taels of silver will be rewarded." Yang Jiu chuckled.

The blacksmith pretended not to understand, and asked calmly, "What kind of heart thief?"

"We are bounty hunters, you can't escape tonight." Gan Sisi took out a cloth bag and was about to put the three hearts into it.

The blacksmith hurriedly said, "Don't touch it, it's just a pig's heart."

"Pig heart? Do you think we are fools? Do you dare to go with us to see the officials?" Gan Sisi asked, leaving the blacksmith speechless.

Absolutely not to meet officials, isn't everything exposed when meeting officials?
The blacksmith gripped the hammer tightly, wanting to kill him.

"I see that Lingzheng is seriously ill, can you let me take a look?" Yang Jiu planned to persuade the blacksmith to surrender himself.

The blacksmith smiled and said, "Can a bounty hunter still be a doctor?"

Swish.

Yang Jiu suddenly drew his sword.

As soon as the knife was out of its sheath, it was already at the blacksmith's throat.

The blacksmith didn't have a chance to swing the hammer at all, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Yang Jiu put the saber back into its sheath, opened the door and entered the room, saying, "What a bother."

The woman sat on the head of the bed, looking haggard and quite nervous.

Yang Jiu stretched out his fingers to take his pulse.

When the blacksmith came in, he saw this scene with mixed emotions in his heart.

After a long while, Yang Jiu stood up and looked at the blacksmith, sighing: "Ling Zheng has a serious stomach problem, eating heart will do all kinds of harm but not any benefit, I will give you a prescription, tomorrow you go grab the medicine, take it for a few days, Ling Zheng If you have a positive appetite, your appetite will be great, and after the baby is born, continue to eat for ten and a half months, and you will be cured."

Seeing that the blacksmith didn't intend to prepare pen and ink, Yang Jiu swung the knife, carved the prescription on the table, and strode away.

Gan Sisi was a little confused, and left quickly.

The blacksmith sat weakly on the chair, as if a boulder was pressed against his heart.

"Sir, don't kill any more people." The woman at the bedside said with tears.

The blacksmith's body trembled violently.

What should come will come.

(End of this chapter)