My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 300
When going upstairs, Xue Xue still didn't forget to look back at Su Jinyun.

Su Jinyun was also looking at them, and when he saw Xue Xue turning his head, he smiled sweetly.

Xue Xue nodded slightly, but his heart was beating wildly.

Entering the elegant room, Yang Jiu asked with a smile: "Could it be that brother Xue is interested in Jin Yun?"

"Brother Yang, don't be joking." Xue Xue blushed.

Su Jinyun is generous, gentle and virtuous, and will definitely become a good wife and mother.

Since the first time he went to treat Su Jinyun, Yang Jiu regarded her as his younger sister, because she was really similar to Yang Jiu's biological sister in the previous life.

Su Jinyun had never had contact with young men before due to a strange disease, so Yang Jiu's appearance could easily shake her heart.

Xue Xue is young and promising, and has not married a wife yet, but Yang Jiu thinks that Su Jinyun is a good match.

The key is that Xue Xue's character is there, and he is undoubtedly a man worthy of entrusting his life.

It was Su Jinyun who came in with the hot pot.

Su Jinyun has been working here for more than a month and is already very proficient.

At the beginning, after a busy day, she was so tired that her whole body ached, and she almost couldn't hold on.

Fortunately, she gritted her teeth and persisted. Later, she felt more and more relaxed.

When Aunt May asked her to take a day off, she would feel very irritable and didn't know what to do.

When Su Jinyun went out, Xue Xue said in a low voice, "Tuban is sending more troops to Yangguan."

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Ludong Zanpu died in the suburbs of Chang'an. It's normal for Tubo to do this."

"Brother Yang found out that the person who assassinated Ludong Zanpu was a monster of Fengyun Dao. Their purpose was to provoke a war between Daxia and Tubo. I'm afraid this war is inevitable." Xue Xue said and drank. Bowl of wine.

Yang Jiu thought, is this a very important thing?

Everyone in the world knows about Tubo's plans.

The Ministry of War is also making intensive preparations now.

If Tubo really wanted to fight, the soldiers of Daxia would have no fear.

Yang Jiu also picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that the important thing that brother Xue said has something to do with Tubo?"

"I just got the news that the envoys sent by Tubo will arrive in Chang'an this afternoon. They brought three corpses with them, saying that they want to have a fair competition with Daxia's corpse stitchers." Xue Xue heard the news and went to Ask Wu Sanyue for instructions, but Wu Sanyue asked him to go to Yang Jiu to discuss.

Wu Sanyue only trusts Yang Jiu when they really want to have a showdown on sewing up corpses.

In fact, Wu Sanyue was very disdainful of such a competition.

But if you choose to force a retreat, it will make Tubo laugh at you, so you can only work hard for Yangjiu.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "I'm just feeling bored, and Tubo came here to give me some warmth."

"Brother Yang, their rules are not good for us." Xue Xue was worried.

Yang Jiu asked, "What rules?"

"They brought three corpses, and there were three corpse sewers at the same time, so we also need to find three corpses, three corpse sewers, two out of three rounds," Xue Xue said.

There is no doubt about Yang Jiu's strength, and he will definitely win the next round for Daxia. The key is the remaining two rounds, so what?
There are many excellent corpse sewers in Daxia, but apart from Yang Jiu, if you want to find a surefire sewer, there is none.

Yang Jiu said: "Since it's two out of three rounds, then we're sure to win."

"So Brother Yang already has a suitable candidate." Xue Xue asked in surprise.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Don't I still have another apprentice?"

Guo Qiniang has become an iron shirt, and her body sewing skills are also very high. Yang Jiu believes that she will win.

"Brother Yang, this matter is not trivial, so don't be careless." Xue Xue frowned.

Xue Xue always thought that the work of sewing corpses was done by men.

A corpse shop is a place where yin and resentment gather, and if a woman stays in that kind of place for a long time, it will definitely hurt her body.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "I believe in Qiniang. As for the third body stitcher, anyone can do it."

Tubo wanted to humiliate the Great Xia Empire in this way, and Yang Jiu felt that they could use the same way and return it to them.

As long as you find three extremely vicious corpses, and let the corpse stitchers from Tubo not be able to sew any of them well, then as long as Yang Jiu can sew the corpses smoothly, you will win.

However, the corpse stitchers from Tubo should not be underestimated too much.

This world is really big, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people above the people. Arrogance and arrogance will only lead to a worse loss.

"Compared to Tubo, the Kingdom of Jin is more worrying, so I still have to go back to Wild Wolf Pass." Xue Xue said afterwards.

The national power of the Kingdom of Jin far exceeds that of Tubo, and Da Xia only has one Xue Xue, so naturally he has to deal with the most powerful enemy.

What has always caused Wu Sanyue a headache is that fortunately Da Xia has Xue Xue, but Da Xia's misfortune is that there is only Xue Xue.

The surrounding countries have been eyeing the fertile land of the Central Plains since ancient times.

As long as there is a chance, they will attack together, and they all want to get a piece of the pie.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Brother Xue, eat first."

Xue Xue nodded, the hot pot is so delicious, it shouldn't be wasted.

Originally, Yang Jiu planned to go to the basement of Yan Luo Temple to sew those broken corpses tonight, but because Tubo's corpse sewers will arrive in Chang'an in the afternoon, maybe he will have to compete with Tubo tonight.

After dinner, Xue Xue was sent away, and Yang Jiu planned to find Guo Qiniang.

This competition is very critical, and Guo Qiniang needs to be mentally prepared in advance.

"Brother Yang, you are very familiar with Master Xue." Su Jinyun walked over with a smile when he had a little time.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Jin Yun, what do you think of Master Xue?"

"What...how?" Su Jinyun blushed pretty, and asked knowingly.

Yang Jiudao: "If you like him, I can lead you guys along."

"Brother Yang, I don't want to think about those things right now." Hearing Aunt Mei calling her, Su Jinyun hurried to help.

Yang Jiu smiled, and turned to No. 30 corpse sewing shop.

Guo Qiniang was sitting at the door of the body sewing shop, embroidering a pair of mandarin ducks.

When Yang Jiu approached, she didn't even notice.

Yang Jiu coughed lightly, and asked with a smile, "Which little lover is this embroidering mandarin ducks for?"

"Master, master?" Guo Qiniang was so frightened that she hurriedly pushed Dong behind her.

Although Guo Qiniang is a corpse maker, she is still a normal woman, and the girl Huaichun couldn't be more normal.

"I, I'm just doing embroidery for fun." Guo Qiniang said insincerely.

Yang Jiu sat down on the stone steps on one side and said softly: "Qiniang, it's a good thing to find the other half of your life. I hope you can bring me a look and see his character."

Guo Qiniang lowered her head and reached out to gently touch the scar on her face.

She also wants to pursue the happiness that only belongs to her, but every time she looks in the mirror, as long as she sees the scars on her face, even if she has any thoughts in her heart, she will be firmly suppressed.

"This scar can be removed." Yang Jiu said with a smile when she saw her movements.

Guo Qiniang raised her head, her face was full of shock, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "I mentioned it to you before, but you said it's good to keep the scar, but now that you already have someone you like, there's no need to keep the scar, what do you think?"

"Master, I'll leave it to you." Guo Qiniang stood up and saluted.

Yang Jiu waved his hand, as an apprentice, it's best not to be too polite with the master.

Yang Jiu first smeared one side of Tianshan Shengji Cream on the scar on Guo Qiniang's face, then applied a layer of beauty mud, and wrapped it with a white cloth.

Not surprisingly, when the white cloth was untied three days later, the terrifying scar would disappear without a trace.

Guo Qiniang was looking forward to it.

Yang Jiu went into the body-sewing shop to wash his hands, and when he came out he said, "Tubo is going to compete with us in a body-sewing competition. We will win two out of three games. I recommend you."

"Master, I..." Guo Qiniang trembled.

Yang Jiu patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I believe in you."

"Hmm..." Guo Qiniang clenched her fists.

No matter what, she had to try her best to win over the Tibetan corpse-sewers, and she absolutely must not embarrass her master.

"Master, who is the third sewer?" Guo Qiniang calmed down, curious about it.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "I don't know yet, but as long as we win, the performance of the third one doesn't matter."

It seemed right to say so, but Guo Qiniang suddenly felt pressured.

If Guo Qiniang hadn't mastered the iron shirt yet, Yang Jiu might be very worried.

Guo Qiniang, who is now trained in iron cloth shirts, is definitely an excellent existence among corpse stitchers.

afternoon.

When the Tubo mission entered Chang'an, it attracted many people to watch because of its great momentum.

On the carriage of the Tubo envoys, their declaration was flying:

The Tubo seamstress hangs and beats Xia Guogou.

Although being a corpse sewer is an extremely humble job, the top sewers also have a very high social status.

The arrogance of the Tubo mission made the people of Chang'an very upset.

However, they all believed that the presence of Yang Jiuye would definitely discredit the corpse stitchers in Tubo.

This time Wu Sanyue did not meet with the Tubo envoys, all matters were left to Di Juyi to handle.

Di Juyi greeted them personally and arranged a very good residence for the Tubo mission.

As for the sewing competition, Di Juyi felt that he had to discuss it with the Tubo mission.

On the side of the Great Xia Empire, it was just a point-and-shoot discussion.

But Tubo is a gambler.

They insisted on placing a very terrifying bet in this corpse sewing competition.

Tubo wants cities, money and food, and women...

But if they lost, they didn't say what they could give to the Great Xia Empire.

Obviously, in their opinion, they will never lose in this competition.

After setting up the Tubo Mission, Di Juyi gathered a group of people to discuss the candidates for the body seamer.

Yang Jiu definitely didn't run away.

Guo Qiniang had Yang Jiu's strong support, so she was included.

The trouble is that the third corpse stitcher has great differences among the people.

Some people support Feng Bao, the seal envoy of the town's corpse division.

Some people supported the several seamers in Dongchang.

Some people also chose the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Jin Yiwei, or the corpse stitcher of the Six Doors.

Some people proposed to summon some top corpse-sewers from the Jianghu.

Of course, two wins in three rounds is also possible, but winning all three rounds will undoubtedly promote the national prestige of Great Xia.

Di Juyi had a headache when he heard it, and finally he could only look at Yang Jiu for help.

Regarding the third candidate, Yang Jiu had no idea, so she could only shake her head.

First of all, Feng Bao must not do it.

The current Feng Bao is the envoy of the Zhenshi Division, and is no longer an ordinary corpse stitcher. If he loses, even if Yang Jiu and Guo Qiniang both win, Tubo may think that they have won.

Therefore, for the third sewer, Yang Jiu felt that it would be better to just choose a sewer at random and go up to make up the number.

When stitching the corpse, the third stitcher does not need to burn incense, so that his life will not be lost in vain.

Yang Jiu didn't say what was on his mind, and if he said it, he would definitely be opposed.

Tubo obviously came prepared this time.

The corpses they brought must be extremely terrifying. Many people even felt that even if Yang Jiu went out in person, he might not be able to sew it up.

"Let me go." A person broke in suddenly.

All eyes immediately fell on the man.

That person was none other than Shangguanfeng, the former Tianzi No. [-] corpse stitcher.

When the third master was still alive, Shangguanfeng was the only corpse stitcher who could wrestle with the third master.

Later, when the corpse stitcher entered the establishment, Shangguanfeng was also named the No. [-] corpse stitcher, while Yang Jiu was only the No. [-] corpse stitcher.

But because Shangguan Feng had an accident while sewing the corpse, although he saved his life, he lost the soul of the person sewing the corpse.

Later, Shangguan Feng left Dongchang.

However, his No. [-] mortuary shop is still empty.

This is also what Wei Zhongxian meant.

Because Wei Zhongxian always believed that one day, Shangguan Feng would come back.

"Sir Shangguan, you..." Someone's tone was very unfriendly, but the word "Is it okay" was not able to come out after all.

Just because Shangguan Feng glared at that person viciously, meaning that I can't do it, so can you?
As one of the best sewers of the older generation, Shangguan Feng's ability is beyond doubt, it's because of this mentality that I'm afraid...

Di Juyi looked at Yang Jiu again.

Yang Jiu got up and laughed, "Since Lord Shangguan is back, then the third corpse seamer should choose Lord Shangguan."

After Yang Jiu had spoken, the rest of the officials naturally had no objections.

In fact, if Yang Jiu could directly decide on the two sewers, they wouldn't have to argue about it here.

"Thank you, Lord Yang." Shangguan Feng cupped his fists in thanks.

Yang Jiu just smiled.

Di Juyi said: "Since the candidates have been decided, the three of you should rest well first. If there is no accident, we will have a competition tomorrow night. No matter what, we cannot lose to Tubo."

After everyone dispersed.

Shangguan Feng caught up with Yang Jiu and asked, "Master Yang, why are you still willing to trust me?"

"When I first came to Dongchang Corpse Sewing Shop, I admired you and the third master very much. I always believed in your strength." Yang Jiu smiled.

Shangguanfeng smiled and said: "Lord Yang, don't worry, this time, I, Shangguanfeng, will risk my life to defeat the Tubo barbarians."

"Master Shangguan, don't talk about barbarians anymore, we will be a family in the future, there is no need to speak too harshly." Yang Jiu said.

Shangguanfeng understood the profound meaning in Yang Jiu's words, and couldn't help laughing.

When the Daxia Empire annexes Tubo in the future, won't they become a family?

Leaving Di Mansion, Yang Jiu saw that it was still early, so she came to Yan Luo Hall.

From Tianzi No. [-] room into the ground, looking around, there are all mutilated corpses.

If it was in the past, seeing such a scene suddenly would have scared Yang Jiu to death.

But now that Yang Jiu saw these corpses, he was filled with joy.

Picking a corpse at random, Yang Jiu burnt incense and began to sew the corpse.

Wei Zhongxian said that these corpses have hidden secrets, but it may not be dangerous to stitch them up, but he still specially told Yang Jiu not to be careless.

These corpses were stored here, and Wei Zhongxian couldn't say what would happen to the corpses for too long.

What Yang Jiu chose was a female corpse, whose age would not exceed 12 years old.

The female corpse was cut in half.

The process of sewing the corpse was uneventful, without any accidents.

The "Book of Life and Death" appeared later, and began to record the life of the female corpse.

The life of the female corpse is very simple, there is no name, only a number:
23.

As soon as the female corpse fell to the ground, it was taken into a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple occupies an entire mountain, covered with clouds and fog all day long, like a fairy palace.

The Taoist priests who were in charge of taking care of the female corpse were all wearing blue Taoist robes and white masks, and it seemed that there was only one person.

But in this Taoist temple, there are more than a hundred babies of about the same age, and it is impossible for one person to take care of them.

When entering the Taoist temple, the female corpse was numbered 23.

Her living area is just a small black house.

No one has ever spoken to her, and the only sounds she can hear are wind, rain, and birdsong...

Even when she was twelve or thirteen years old, she couldn't speak and could only imitate some simple sounds.

Because she had never been exposed to the sun, her skin was as white as snow, without the slightest trace of blood, and her eyes were slightly red.

She thought she would stay in a small black room all her life, never knowing what the outside world was like.

Until one day, she was taken out of the small black room, naked, dirty and smelly.

But she has no sense of shame.

The sky outside, the clouds in the sky, the mountains under the clouds, the trees on the mountains...

Her eyeballs moved quickly, and even though the strong light made her eyes uncomfortable, with a tingling sensation like needles, she was still reluctant to close her eyes.

She was taken to a high platform with a guillotine on it.

When lying on the guillotine, she didn't know what was going to happen next.

People who don't know what death is, naturally don't fear death.

The guillotine fell, and her body was cut into two pieces.

The blood surged wildly.

There is a groove on the stone platform, and the blood flows along the groove, and goes straight into the ground.

Deep in the ground, there is a female corpse standing still with her mouth open.

All the blood that flowed from above entered the mouth of the female corpse.

The female corpse didn't make a swallowing movement, but the blood could flow straight into her stomach.

Her hands and feet were bound by iron chains as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

"The female corpse that drank human blood, isn't it also one of the nine corpses?" Yang Jiu was full of suspicion after reading the life of female corpse No. 23.

[Stitch 240 seven corpses, reward the host with blank paper. 】

That girl's life is really like a blank sheet of paper, from birth to death, clean and tidy.

But the white paper rewarded by the system has a very strange function. As long as a person's future life is written on it, his life will go according to what is written.

This thing can be used to change a person's fate.

But for the written content to take effect, the person's blood must be dripped into the ink.

Yang Jiu sewed up two more corpses, and it turned out that these two corpses were also blood donors who grew up in that Taoist temple, which were as clean as white paper.

They were all killed on that high platform, and the blood on their bodies flowed down the groove into the female corpse underground.

The rewards obtained are all blank paper.

Currently Yang Jiu has three blank sheets of paper in hand.

But because of the fast speed of sewing up the corpses, Yang Jiu didn't mind the trouble, and wanted to see if all the corpses here were blood donors.

After sewing three more pieces, Yang Jiu was sure that if she continued to sew, the result would definitely be the same.

After leaving Yan Luo Palace with six blank papers, it was almost midnight when Yang Jiu planned to enter the palace.

"Lingling Mianmian Magic" is currently at a critical moment, as long as you can work harder and work hard to survive this catastrophe, the subsequent practice will be smooth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of Yan Luo Hall, he saw Wei Zhongxian standing not far away.

Yang Jiu had no choice but to walk over, cupping her fists and saluting.

"Sewing those secret corpses?" Wei Zhongxian asked with a smile.

Yang Jiudao: "Sewed a few pieces, but the secret that the governor said, I..."

Wei Zhongxian must be well aware of the origin of those corpses.

Since Wei Zhongxian appeared here, he must have wanted to tell Yang Jiu the story of those corpses.

Even if he was in a hurry to enter the palace to practice double cultivation with Wu Sanyue, Yang Jiu felt that he still had time to listen to a story.

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