My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 294
"Chen..." Xue Xue was about to kneel down.

Yang Jiu hurriedly supported her, and said with a smile, "Master Hou, this is a personal gift from me, and it has nothing to do with saints."

Xue Xue looked at Yang Jiu in surprise.

Yang Jiu came all the way here, what exactly do you want to give him?
Yang Jiu took out "Wu Mu's Suicide Note", handed it to Xue Xue, and said with a light smile, "I think this book is more useful for Master Xue."

"This is..." Xue Xue's face changed greatly when he saw the words on the cover.

After receiving it, he hurriedly opened it to check.

Just read a few pages, you know there is no fake, this is really the legendary "Wu Mu Suicide Note".

There used to be a saying that those who got the "Wu Mu's Last Letter" could become the God of War, invincible and invincible.

"Brother Yang, this, this is too precious, I..." Xue Xue couldn't put it down, and he couldn't say the words "can't accept".

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "As the so-called treasured sword matches a hero, only when this book is in the hands of Lord Hou can we protect the peace of our people in Great Xia."

"Then, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Xue Xue laughed.

Customs.

The barracks of the Jin Army are rolling up and down, looking like white steamed buns from a distance, neatly arranged on the vast grassland.

The soldiers of Daxia watched it every day, and it was easy to feel hungry.

"Tiemuzhen has been feigning an attack all the time. After so long, he has never launched a real siege." Xue Xue frowned.

Yang Jiu said: "The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for them, right?"

"That's exactly the case, so I guess that Temujin must have another purpose, and this purpose is definitely not the empire." Xue Xue only knew that Temujin was very capable and ambitious.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "I'm afraid he's after Khan."

"Although Wanyan Wulu is old, his sons are outstanding. Temujin wants to win the sweat position, I'm afraid it won't be easy." Xue Xue said.

Yang Jiu sighed: "There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart."

Xue Xue nodded secretly.

Temujin camped outside the pass, but did not attack by force. The real goal was probably the Kingdom of Jin.

There are many internal conflicts in the Kingdom of Jin. Wanyan Wulu decided to launch this war. The main purpose is to divert domestic conflicts. If a large amount of property and women can be plundered, the conflicts can be resolved.

As the commander in chief, Temujin was in a hurry.

It seems that the attack is fierce every day, but in fact it is just pretending.

After a stalemate for so long, the people of the Kingdom of Jin have long cursed.

Some were scolding Temujin, some were scolding Wanyan Ulu, and the emotions of the people of the Kingdom of Jin had been suppressed to the extreme.

In doing so, Temujin most likely wanted the Kingdom of Jin to perish.

The current situation of the Kingdom of Jin is just like that of the previous dynasty. It is full of devastation. No matter how hard we try, it can't be repaired. The only way to save it is to change the dynasty.

"Brother Yang, are you really planning to leave the customs at night?" Xue Xue asked with a frown.

Temujin's intelligence network is very terrifying, even if Ye Rumo can't hide it.

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "It's okay to be discovered, anyway, we run fast, as long as the enemy can't catch up, we will sink like a stone."

Xue Xue still felt that something was wrong, it was too risky to do so.

According to Temujin's habits, during this half day, he should not launch an attack, and would only send a small group of people over to scold him in the evening.

Temujin's strategy seems to be to irritate Xue Xue so that Xue Xue can take the initiative to go out to fight.

This kind of strategy is good, but it would be ridiculous if the enemy is still doing this after more than a month because the enemy cannot die.

Xue Xue held a banquet in Guanlou for Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu will send the mourner over to enjoy delicious food together.

The mourning man just bowed his head to eat and drink, and never said a word.

Xue Xue didn't ask, after all, Yang Jiu said that it's good to let the mourner do as he pleases.

In the evening, a small group of about a hundred people appeared from the enemy camp, rode to the Guanlou, and began to yell and curse.

"Master Xue, the turtle with a shrunken head, Lord Xuehou, a turtle with a shrunken head..."

Hundreds of people roared loudly at the same time, and the sound shook the sky.

They keep repeating these seven words.

Seeing Xue Xue eating wine calmly, Yang Jiu asked with a smile: "Brother Xue is not angry?"

"Just think of it as a group of dogs barking outside, just to cheer us up and drink." Xue Xue's heart was indeed calm.

If the state of mind will be changed by this kind of scolding outside, it is not suitable to be the commander of the first army.

The most taboo thing in war is impetuousness.

No matter what situation you encounter, the first thing to do is to be calm and calm.

The group of golden soldiers yelled and scolded for half an hour, their voices were almost hoarse before they returned to the barracks.

"Brother Miao, it's time for us to go." Yang Jiu drank the wine in the bowl, got up and said with a smile.

The mourner nodded and grabbed a freshly opened jar of wine.

The wine at Wild Wolf Pass is really good.

It's almost autumn, and the nights in the northern country are very cold.

The two jumped down from the Guanlou, taking advantage of the darkness, and quickly rushed to the territory of the Kingdom of Jin.

In Xue Xue's eyes, the two of them soon disappeared, and it was very quiet at the Jin Kingdom Camp.

Both Yang Jiu and Song Mourning Weng are top-notch masters, and their numbers are small, so they may really be able to avoid the enemy's eyeliner without being discovered.

Xue Xue returned to the chair, opened "Wu Mu's Suicide Note", and studied it carefully.

Passing through the night, the grassland is liao liao.

Yang Jiu slowed down.

The mourner quickly caught up, and praised: "Yang Jiuye's lightness kung fu is really unique in the world."

"I know Brother Sang didn't try his best." Yang Jiu chuckled.

Sending off the mourner is deliberately lagging behind, presumably because he wants to see Yang Jiu's body skills.

Yang Jiu's martial arts are very complicated, and so is Qinggong.

Flying on the grass, floating on the water, stepping on the snow without a trace, etc., are all different types of lightness skills.

Sending the mourner to want to see Yang Jiu's master's inheritance from the cultivation method is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

Wei Zhongxian previously said that as long as you set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Jin, someone will come to pick you up.

After going deep into the grassland, no one appeared.

If it wasn't for sending the mourner along, Yang Jiu really didn't know where to look for the undead corpse.

Yang Jiu stopped in her tracks, turned her head and asked, "Couldn't Brother Sang be the one sent by the governor to meet me?"

"I thought Lord Jiu knew about it a long time ago." The mourner laughed.

Yang Jiu is very contemptuous.

What Wei Zhongxian said was that there would be someone to meet him after leaving the customs, instead of appearing directly in Chang'an City. In order to prove his ability, he even kidnapped Zombie Xiaochong.

Yang Jiu smiled as he thought about it, and asked, "Why do you use the name Sending the Mourner?"

"Ninth Master must not know, I am the No. [-] mourner." The mourner then briefly explained the birth process of the mourner.

After Wei Zhongxian took over the East Factory, he has a lot to do.

In order to punish those disobedient officials, send mourners came into being.

As the name suggests, send the mourner is to send funerals to those officials.

One mourner is enough to slaughter a family.

As the No. [-] mourner, his hands were covered with blood.

However, when he went to the Kingdom of Jin to perform a secret mission, Song Sangwen encountered an opponent.

With his martial arts, he failed to catch the guy's ten moves. After being captured, he suffered even more inhuman torture.

I believe few people in this world can bear the pain of being cut off from the face.

At that time, the mourning man was able to escape, and he always felt that it was God's blessing.

After so many years, he thought about revenge all the time, so he spent most of his time practicing martial arts.

Even so, he knew that by himself, he would never be able to avenge his hatred.

While he was getting stronger, how could that bastard stand still?

In fact, Yang Jiu even suspected Wei Zhongxian when he was sending the mourner away, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Unexpectedly, when Wei Zhongxian first took over the East Factory, he actually made a lot of funerals, just to send funerals to damned officials.

The mourning old man that Xiao Kun created probably had the same purpose, but it happened to coincide with Wei Zhongxian's idea.

Yang Jiu was amazed after hearing this, and said with a smile, "Then brother Laosang will lead the way."

"Master Jiu, since we have arrived in the enemy's country, I have to ask, what is your plan?" The mourner felt that their minds still had to be on this mission.

Yang Jiu said speechlessly: "I don't even know where we are going, what plan can we have?"

"That's right." The mourning man laughed straight.

Yang Jiu said: "So tell me about your plan."

"That guy's most cherished treasure is the undead corpse. If you don't knock that guy down, there's no way you can get the undead corpse." is simple.

Yang Jiu frowned and asked, "Who is that guy Brother Sang is talking about?"

"The leader of Zoroastrianism is fighting against the sky." The mourner laughed evilly.

This kind of evil laughter is a perfect match with that ugly face.

Zoroastrianism knows that it has really existed in history.

In ancient times, many small sects existed to help someone realize his ambition.

"As far as I know, Zhan Tian's skill is at least a hundred years away. Some even say that Zhan Tian has a profound skill of 200 years. If we want to defeat him, it depends on the two of us." Several masters.

But Wei Zhongxian felt that the more people there were, the easier it would be for the enemy to find out, and the hope of success would be even slimmer.

What Wei Zhongxian has decided is useless no matter what others say.

That's why the mourner stole Zombie Xiaochong, wanting to see Yang Jiu's ability.

As a result, Yang Jiu really found his hiding place, and was even able to push him back with his palm power. There is no doubt about his strength.

But Yang Jiu is obviously not strong enough to defeat Zhan Tian.

The dangers of this trip are more likely to be more dangerous than good.

As the leader of the Fire Worship Sect, Zhan Tian must be surrounded by experts like clouds, and with the two of them alone, there is little hope of snatching the undead corpse.

Yang Jiu sighed, and said, "When I was in Chang'an, why didn't Brother Sang say anything?"

"The governor will not agree to bring more people." The mourner was also very helpless.

Yang Jiudao: "The governor won't let us, we can secretly bring more people. The main thing of the governor is to keep the corpse alive. As long as the task can be successfully completed, even if the process is not listened to by the governor, I believe the governor will not convict."

The mourner just smiled, feeling that Yang Jiu still didn't understand Wei Zhongxian too well.

Wei Zhongxian has indeed become gentler in the past few years, but the cruelty in his bones will not change with the passage of time.

If they did something that really touched Wei Zhongxian's bottom line, what awaited them would be cruelty like divine punishment.

Wei Zhongxian valued the sewers very much, and Yang Jiu was undoubtedly the best among them, so Wei Zhongxian gave Yang Jiu too many privileges and favors, which made Yang Jiu feel that Wei Zhongxian was easy to talk and not scary at all.

If they failed to bring the undead body back to Chang'an this time, Yang Jiu would definitely see the most terrifying side of Wei Zhongxian.

"The governor ordered me to obey Master Jiu's orders." The mourner was not in a hurry at all.

Anyway, the mission failed, and the first person to greet Wei Zhongxian's anger was Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu said: "Let's go to the main altar of the Fire Worship Sect first."

The mourner led the way, crossing the grassland in the dark, and approached a canyon just before dawn.

This canyon, as if someone had split the ground with an axe, is very spectacular.

"The main altar is at the end of this canyon." Said the mourner.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "The Fire Worship Cult chose the main altar in such a cracked canyon, isn't it afraid of being flooded?"

"Jiuye is really humorous." The mourner said as he walked to one side.

The guards on the main altar of Zoroastrian Cult are very strict, but the place where they are now is very safe.

But once you step into the sphere of influence of Zoroastrianism, you have to be careful everywhere.

Yang Jiu walked very slowly, and did not walk a few miles until the sun was high.

"Jiuye, do you plan to go until this time next year?" The mourner couldn't bear it anymore and had to urge him.

Yang Jiu simply stopped, and said with a light smile, "Brother Sang, how do I feel that this is a killing round against me?"

"Why did Ninth Master say that?" The mourner asked in puzzlement.

Yang Jiu laughed at himself: "Just the two of us, came to the enemy country to break into the main altar of the Zoroastrianism, and even tried to take away the corpse that the Zoroastrianism regards as a treasure. Do you think it is possible?"

"If it wasn't for the extremely difficult task, there would be no need for Lord Jiu to step in." On the way to send the mourner off, there was a lot of flattery.

But Yang Jiu is definitely not the kind of master who will float to the sky after being flattered by others.

Breaking into the main altar of the Zoroastrian Cult like this, Yang Jiu knew that he would definitely die.

Seeing Yang Jiu's gloomy face, the mourner smiled and said, "Relax, I have a good plan."

The good strategy proposed by the mourner is to change his appearance.

As long as they change their appearance and put on the uniform clothes of Zoroastrian disciples, they can sneak into the main altar and play by ear.

After hearing this, Yang Jiu smiled and said, "This idea is not bad."

As long as you catch two Fire Worship Cult disciples, you can take off their clothes.

In terms of disguise, the disguise technique that Yang Jiu got from the system is very clever.

If he disguises himself as another man, it is guaranteed that the woman who has slept with this man for several years will not be able to recognize him.

The mourner took out two sets of clothes, and said: "I have been in the Kingdom of Jin for so many years, and I have not gained nothing. I have already figured out what is going on in the main altar of the Fire Worship Cult."

He even knows the general idea of ​​where the undead corpses are stored.

Yang Jiu clasped her fists and praised, "As expected of a bereaved brother."

The mourner laughed.

After changing into clothes, the mourner took out a human skin mask and slapped it on the face, instantly turning into a handsome and handsome man.

"I peeled off this face from a flower picker, isn't it good?" the mourner was very proud.

When he was in the Kingdom of Jin, he would wear this human skin mask to visit brothels when necessary.

When the girls from the Kingdom of Jin saw him, they all liked him very much, and if they threw out the silver, they would be as happy as a fairy that night.

Yang Jiu praised a few words, but sticking the human skin mask on his face like this, it is easy to be spotted by the enemy.

Yang Jiu took out the silver needles and pricked his head several times, his face changed a lot immediately, it looked very ordinary.

It can be said that such a face will not stand out at all when walking in the crowd.

The mourner was quite shocked, he didn't expect Yang Jiu to be able to make such a brilliant disguise.

However, there is no flesh on his face, no matter how clever Yang Jiu's disguise technique is, there is no way to make him ordinary, so his best choice is to wear a human skin mask.

After changing their appearance, the two speeded up and soon stepped into the territory of Zoroastrianism.

Zoroastrianism has a very high status in the Kingdom of Jin.

The Zoroastrian Cult is in charge of the preparations for the sacrificial offerings to Wanyan Wulu, the Great Khan of the Kingdom of Jin, and the person who presides over the sacrificial offerings is Zhan Tian, ​​the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult.

Even the princes and nobles of the Kingdom of Jin did not dare to provoke the Zoroastrian Cult easily.

They hid among the thorn bushes and waited for a long time before they saw a group of Zoroastrian disciples crossing the grassland and preparing to enter the main altar.

The two looked at the right time and followed directly behind.

When they reached the edge of the cliff, without any hesitation, these Fire Worship Cult disciples jumped and smashed to the bottom of the valley like a meteorite.

Yang Jiu and the mourner are naturally fearless.

Unexpectedly, those Fire Worship Cult disciples fell halfway, with their arms spread out, and a paraglider-like device suddenly appeared on their backs.

A group of disciples was like a group of bats, gliding forward along the canyon.

Yang Jiu was dumbfounded for a moment, and turned to look at the mourner.

"Under the armpit." The mourner said that he had already pulled the armpit, and a gliding device appeared on his back.

Yang Jiu touched a small ball and pulled it hard, and it was the same.

It's just that Yang Jiu can't perfectly control this thing like those disciples of the Fire Worship Cult.

On the contrary, the mourning old man, with skillful movements and graceful figure, is not inferior to the disciples of the Fire Worship Sect.

The bastard who sent the mourner, since he knew he was going to come out like this, why didn't he let him practice in advance?

But it doesn't seem that difficult to control this thing.

After skating for a while, Yang Jiu was able to control it freely, seemingly clumsy, but able to keep up with the team.

After turning around a bend, a huge convex rock suddenly appeared on the cliff ahead.

The convex rock was several feet square, and the Fire Worship Cult disciples landed smoothly one by one, quickly retracted their sliding wings, and walked towards a cave behind the convex rock.

"Close up and pull the one on the right." The mourner said via voice transmission.

Before landing, Yang Jiu had already pulled the ball on the right, and the sliding wing was retracted as expected.

The thing made by the Fire Worship Sect is a bit like a wooden kite. It is very convenient to use, but the risk factor is too high.

I think that when the Fire Worship Cult disciples usually go in and out of the main altar, they must suffer a lot of casualties.

Entering the cave, the inside is not dim, on the contrary the light is good.

"This way." The mourner suddenly pulled Yang Jiu into the side corridor.

This group of Zoroastrians came back from the outside, and the way they walked should be to rest.

They need to go another way, quietly approaching the secret room where the undead are.

In the past few years, the mourner has been sent in many times, and they always find the vicinity of the secret room. After trying their best, they can't find the entrance of the secret room.

He told Wei Zhongxian about this situation, Wei Zhongxian believed that Yang Jiu would find the undead body, but the mourner was very skeptical about it.

The mourner was very familiar with the road here, so he led Yang Jiu around, avoiding the disciples of the Zoroastrianism, and came to the place where he thought the secret room was.

"The secret room that can't hide dead bodies must be here. As for whether you can find it, it's up to Master Jiu." The mourner said with a smile.

Bringing Yang Jiu here, he has already accomplished his task excellently.

Yang Jiu groped on the stone wall and said with a smile, "Your purpose is revenge, and you will definitely not let me take away the undead corpse easily."

The real plan of sending the mourner off must be to fight Zhan Tian, ​​and it would be best to kill Zhan Tian.

The mourner did not speak, but just looked at Yang Jiu, hoping that Yang Jiu could find the entrance soon.

The premise of revenge is that the task assigned by Wei Zhongxian must be completed first.

Yang Jiu searched for a while, but couldn't find any mechanism, so he immediately asked, "Brother Zang, how can you be sure that the undead body is here?"

"Intuition." The mourner said.

Yang Jiu wanted to slap the mourner to death.

Obviously staying here is just a waste of time.

If you want to find the undead body quickly, you still have to go to Zhan Tian.

In the Zoroastrian Cult, there may be quite a few people who know where the undead are.

But Yang Jiu believes that the only person who can open the mechanism is Zhan Tian.

"Master Jiu, this is your decision." The mourner shrugged to show his helplessness.

In the tiger's den, Yang Jiu always felt that the most dangerous tiger was sending the mourner.

Seeing Yang Jiu nodding, send the mourner to lead the way again.

This time, the road he walked led to the place where Zhan Tian was.

That place is located in the core area of ​​the main altar, which is a very wide underground area, and you can see the blue sky and white clouds when you look up.

On that piece of land, there is a magnificent palace, which is called a temple.

As the leader of the sect, Zhan Tian is naturally a god-like existence in the eyes of ordinary congregants.

Ordinary congregants would kneel on the ground when they saw Zhan Tian, ​​not even daring to lift their heads.

When the emperor went on tour, the people along the way were like this.

The rest of the altar is heavily guarded, but the temple is empty.

Without the order of the leader, even the guardian elders in the religion would not dare to approach.

"Zhan Tian lives there, but we can't get through." The mourner said, pointing to the bottom.

At the moment, he and Yang Jiu are staying in a cave on the cliff, very far away from the temple.

The land where the temple is located is almost a circle, as big as a town.

The surrounding stone walls are densely packed with identical holes.

In other words, inside the main altar, no matter how you go, there will eventually be a way to the temple.

Those corridors were all excavated manually, and the amount of work was as large as building a pyramid.

Seen from a height, the temple is very small, not as big as Yang Jiu's fist.

"Brother Sang, do you go down first, or should I go down first?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

The mourner thought about it and said, "Let's go together."

The reason why Yang Jiu dared to go down was also because there were passages all around the temple.

Making these passages may be convenient for Zhan Tian to escape quickly.

But the existence of these passages also made Yang Jiu feel very safe. Once he sensed something was wrong, he could just enter a passage and escape.

Sending the mourner to jump down without hesitation may also be due to such considerations.

The two of them deployed their slide wings almost at the same time, and landed almost at the same time.

"Brother mourning, is it too quiet?" Yang Jiu's feet fell to the ground, feeling uneasy.

The mourner said: "Ordinary disciples dare not come here, it has always been quiet here."

This is the first time that the mourner has come to explore the way many times.

Yang Jiu concentrated his strength secretly, and walked towards the distant temple step by step.

Many vegetables are grown on the fertile land in front of the temple.

Vegetables are growing well.

Seeing the traces left by harvesting vegetables, Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Can gods eat vegetables?"

"Zhantian is not a god." The mourning old man clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was full of excitement.

Yang Jiu speeded up and rushed towards the temple.

Regardless of his speed, when his feet landed, he didn't make any sound.

Approaching the temple, there was an extremely ecstatic sound coming from inside.

"Why are you in a hurry? Just stay with me again, do you know how much I miss you..." Just as the voice of the fierce battle disappeared, another extremely charming female voice came out.

The mourner made a quick gesture, which meant that they were late and missed a good show.

Yang Jiu thought that Zhan Tian was also a normal man, so it would not be an exaggeration to hide a woman in this temple.

"The leader is coming back soon, I have to leave immediately, if I bump into the leader, my head will be turned into meat." The man's voice was full of anxiety, but more of fear.

Yang Jiu and the mourner looked at each other the same way, with suspicion in their eyes.

Inside the Fire Worship Cult, there are actually women who are so daring enough to sleep with the leader?
Zhan Tian, ​​as the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult, has amazing fighting power, but he still cannot avoid wearing a green hat.

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