My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 304 Massacre
Yang Jiu moved closer and whispered a few words.

Yin Erxi's complexion changed drastically, and he knelt down with a plop.

Mo Wu was taken aback.

This Yin Er likes to be the magistrate of Huzhou after all, and his official status is not small, so he suddenly kneels down to her, this little heart really can't bear it.

Yang Jiu pulled Yin Erxi up and said in a low voice: "Master Yin, just pretend you don't know, you just need to prepare the best room for the saint."

"Yes." Yin Erxi didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to arrange it himself.

Mo Wu covered her mouth and smiled, "I almost forgot, I'm a saint."

"Next, we must be careful not to show any flaws." Yang Jiu reminded.

Mo Wu said with a smile: "I'm just doing something, don't worry."

Yang Jiu was speechless.

In the backyard of the government office, there is a small courtyard with a single gate, which was originally prepared by Yin Erxi for his own daughter, but no one has lived there until now.

After taking Mo Wu there, Mo Wu was very satisfied.

The whole government office is noisy, but here is very quiet, very suitable for sleeping.

After settling down Mo Wu, they came to the front yard, and it was already dark.

Yin Erxi ordered people to prepare the food and wine.

Yang Jiu asked while eating: "Is there any news about Fengyun Dao?"

Yin Erxi shook his head.

They don't know what Fengyun Dao disciples look like.

On the contrary, the movement of the Dian Cang faction is not small.

Just yesterday, Yin Erxi received a letter from Su Qingcang, telling Yin Erxi to capture Wan Jianfeng no matter what.

Su Qingcang never forgot to avenge his sister.

It's just that Wan Jianfeng hid with the disciples of the Diancang Sect and disappeared without a trace, and Su Qingcang couldn't find him either.

The disciples of the Diancang sect were very high-profile in the city, but there was no news of Wan Jianfeng for a long time.

In order not to overwhelm others, Yin Erxi did not attack Dian Cang for the time being.

In fact, he was worried that if things were messed up, it might be difficult for Su Qingcang to explain.

Now that Yang Jiu is here, he just needs to listen to Yang Jiu on this matter.

It does feel good to have someone take the blame.

"Among those corpses, are there any disciples of Cang sect?" Yang Jiu asked.

Yin Erxi didn't know, so he could only send someone to investigate.

In an instant, the result was obtained. Among the several problematic corpses, there was a disciple of the Diancang Sect.

When the previous corpse stitcher was stitching up the corpse, his throat was directly bitten off by the corpse.

After eating and drinking enough, it was already dark, and it was a good time to sew up the corpse.

Yin Erxi hurriedly sent someone to arrange.

When I came to an empty house in the government office, the corpse lying on the sewing table was a man in his early thirties.

The man had a long beard and looked very scruffy.

His throat was slit with a sword.

It can be seen from the wound that it was a very fast sword.

After lighting the incense, Yang Jiu took out the needle and thread and began to sew the corpse.

As soon as the sewing needle touched the corpse, the corpse's hands quickly stretched out, grabbed Yang Jiu's shoulders, and opened its mouth to bite.

Yang Jiu grabbed the forehead of the corpse, firmly pressed it on the sewing table, and sewed the corpse with one hand.

To deal with this kind of corpse, Yang Jiu didn't even bother to use the corpse suppressing talisman.

In an instant, the body was sewn up.

After the "Book of Life and Death" appeared, it began to record the life of the corpse.

The name of this corpse is Jiang Changbo. When he was young, his parents were beaten to death by bullies, and he grew up eating a lot of food.

When he grew up, Jiang Changbo planned to go to Chang'an to make a living, hoping to break out a world, so as to repay his parents and villagers who raised him.

However, before reaching Chang'an, he was tied up on the mountain by a group of bandits.

In that bandit den, he worked as a coolie for several years.

When he found a chance to escape, he was discovered before he could escape to the foot of the mountain.

The bandit who was chasing was killed by a master.

Jiang Changbo was taken to a place by that master, and began to practice martial arts.

Later, Jiang Changbo found out that the master was a disciple of Fengyun Dao, and the existence of Fengyun Dao sect aims to turn the world's poor into masters.

After joining Fengyun Dao, Jiang Changbo is very active in doing things.

Even if very innocent people died tragically under his sword, he still felt that those people deserved to die.

Anyone who wants to hinder the great cause of the divine way deserves to die.

Jiang Changbo, like many brainwashed Fengyun Dao disciples, no matter how outrageous things they did wrong, he felt that they were doing very noble things.

Jiang Changbo was also lucky to be selected when he came to Huzhou this time.

They were the first batch of people who arrived in Huzhou City. What they had to do was to pretend to be disciples of the Diancang Sect and run amok in the city, causing chaos and creating panic among the people.

They make trouble everywhere, and when they get angry, they kill men whenever they see them, and women when they see them...

In the past, Yin Erxi would definitely not have asked.

It is an ironclad rule that the imperial court does not care about Jianghu affairs.

But now, Yin Erxi can't just watch the people being slaughtered and humiliated by people in the rivers and lakes.

Yin Erxi mobilized all the officers and soldiers, and if anyone in the world commits a crime, he will be killed immediately.

If you don't do this, you won't be able to frighten the debauched Jianghu people at all.

Jiang Changbo wanted to rape a girl in public.

The people on the street saw it, and no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Fortunately, the officers and soldiers arrived in time, and while saving the girl, they also beheaded Jiang Changbo.

The actions of the government made the people very excited and praised them unceasingly.

However, after Jiang Changbo's death, he was very unwilling.

His ideal is to help Shinto save the world. If he dies so young, Shinto will lose another capable person.

When the corpse seamstress arranged by the government office was sewing his corpse, some strength came from which made him stand up, and he bit off the throat of the corpse seamstress with one bite.

But when he met Yang Jiu, he finally encountered some difficulties.

[Stitching 260 seven corpses, rewarding the host's black heart. 】

People like Jiang Changbo should have no heart.

They are so easily brainwashed.

Yang Jiu opened the door and came out, and heard that Yin Erxi was still telling the Yamen that the Diancang Sect was extremely vicious, as long as he found a disciple of the Diancang Sect, he would kill them directly without reporting.

Under the leadership of Wan Jianfeng, the Diancang faction has long gone on the wrong path, but anyone with a little conscience in the world should be killed if they see it.

Yang Jiu walked over and asked in a low voice: "Master Yin, is there any news about Fengyun Dao?"

Yin Erxi shook his head.

So far, no trace of Fengyun Dao's disciples has been found in Huzhou City.

With one breath, Yang Jiu sewed up the several corpses with problems.

In the end, without exception, these corpses were disciples of Fengyun Dao pretending to be disciples of Diancang Sect.

Feng Yundao dared to issue a letter of challenge to Wu Sanyue, but he dared not show his true colors to others in Huzhou City?
There are five problematic corpses obtained later, and the rewards obtained include Dali Pill, Dudu Pill, Shrinking Pill, Speed-up Pill, Invisibility Pill, and so on.

By noon of the next day, there was still not much commotion on Fengyun Road.

Yang Jiu has already arrived in Huzhou City, no matter what Feng Yundao wants to do, it should be a little noisy.

Could it be that they are still waiting for Wu Sanyue to show up?
"Lord Yin, get ready, the sage is going to serve porridge." After dinner, Yang Jiu found Yin Erxi.

When Yin Erxi heard this, his face was horrified, and he said in a creaking voice, "Master Yang, don't scare me."

Huzhou City is in such a mess right now, if a sage wanders around the streets, accidents may happen, let alone standing in one place to serve porridge.

If you donate porridge, many people will have the opportunity to get close to the saint.

If something happened to the saint in Huzhou, his crime would be too serious.

Yin Erxi still hopes that Yang Jiu can persuade the saint to give up the idea of ​​giving porridge.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "When the sage comes to Huzhou, he can't do nothing? Don't worry, the safety of the sage is entrusted to me."

Yin Erxi had no choice but to follow suit.

The news that the sage wanted to give porridge spread quickly throughout Huzhou City.

The people are even more curious about when the sage came to Huzhou.

Huzhou is very far away from Chang'an, and the people living here never thought that one day they would be able to see the saint with their own eyes.

Even people from wealthy families would go to the government office early, hoping to get a closer look at the celestial face of the saint.

Notices were posted everywhere in Huzhou City, and the common people rushed to tell each other. In less than an hour, there was no one in the whole city who didn't know that the saint wanted to give porridge.

"Lord Yang, it's crazy." Yin Erxi came back from the outside, and saw that the streets outside the government office had been packed to the brim, and among them were a large number of people from the rivers and lakes.

Under such circumstances, Yin Erxi still wanted to persuade the saint to give up giving porridge.

If a saint wants to be sympathetic to the people, he can stand at the gate of the government office and talk to the people, that's good.

Porridge must be in close contact, and close contact will be dangerous.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "Lord Yin, just get ready quickly, I will take care of other things."

Yin Erxi was quite speechless, now it is very difficult to open up a place in front of the government office for porridge.

After about half an hour, everything was ready.

Yin Erxi is only curious at the moment, is the saint using ink dance, or is he planning to restore his original appearance?
Yin Erxi has never seen Wu Sanyue with his own eyes, only a portrait of Wu Sanyue, but the real person will definitely differ from the portrait.

But all portraits must be artificially beautified.

When Yang Jiu came to the small courtyard, seeing that Mo Wu had already changed into a Chinese dress, she almost turned her face into Wu Sanyue.

"Jiuguoguo, I'm a little nervous right now." Mo Wu's nervousness wasn't just talking about it, her hands were clasped together, her palms were full of sweat, and her face was extremely pale.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Take it easy, just put porridge in a bowl, what's so difficult about it?"

"I don't know what I should say." Mo Wuxiu frowned slightly.

Yang Jiu said: "Just smile."

"It's that simple?" Mo Wu was surprised.

Seeing Yang Jiu nod her head, Mo Wu thought to herself that if it were really that simple, there would be nothing to be afraid of.

I knew that the 100 taels gold was definitely not that easy to earn.

If she doesn't do anything, she will feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Yang Jiu glanced outside and said, "It's time to go."

Mo Wu turned around and scratched her face with both hands, moving quickly.

When she turned around again, her face had turned into that of Wu Sanyue.

Even Yang Jiu, at first glance, couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "I never thought that your disguise technique is so good."

Leaving the small courtyard and coming to the front yard of the government office, Yin Erxi led the officials from Huzhou to greet him on his knees.

The rest of the officials were very confused, they never expected that the saint would really come to Huzhou.

The key is that the saint only brought one follower, and this follower was a corpse stitcher, which was really weird.

But I have to say that it is indeed safer for the saint to act so low-key.

Yang Jiudao: "My lords, you don't need to be too polite, the saint has a bad throat recently, please forgive me."

Yin Erxi and others thought that they would not dare to forgive them, as long as the saints did not cut off their heads, they would already be burning incense.

Mo Wu walked out of the gate of the government office, and seeing the dense crowd of people outside, she was so frightened that she wanted to turn around and run away.

To give porridge to so many people, even if it is just scooping the porridge into bowls, it is exhausting.

Yang Jiu whispered, "There's not that much porridge."

Mo Wu breathed a sigh of relief, tried to smile, and waved to the people.

The people all knelt down and shouted long live.

At that moment, Mo Wu was shocked beyond measure.

No wonder there are so many people in this world who want to be emperors.

The feeling of being in power is really wonderful.

After the common people died, they began to give out porridge according to the order they lined up before.

What Mo Wu has to do is to scoop the hot porridge in the vat into a bowl.

Those common people didn't dare to look at Mo Wu's face.

But as long as they can drink the porridge served by Mo Wu himself, they will be able to boast in the future that they have eaten porridge served by the saint himself in this life.

In a far distance, Zhang Yunshi, dressed in white and wearing a mask, quietly looked at Mo Wu who was giving porridge to the people.

That face was undoubtedly Wu Sanyue.

Until now, they didn't know that when Wu Sanyue left Chang'an, she turned into Mo Wu.

It has to be said that Wu Sanyue's move is very clever.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and there are many people who want to kill Wu Sanyue.

No matter how many guards Wu Sanyue brings, it cannot guarantee her own safety.

It is safest to keep a low profile.

"Yunshi, is that person really Wu Sanyue?" A person who was following Yunshi Zhang asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yun said: "Wu Sanyue is not in Chang'an at present, in order to maintain her false reputation, she will definitely not let innocent people be killed."

From her point of view, the person who was serving the porridge there was Wu Sanyue.

The main reason why Wu Sanyue didn't bring too many guards was because she had great confidence in Yang Jiu's martial arts.

Zhang Yunshi also knew very well that Yang Jiu's martial arts were so high that even if they had dozens of masters to charge, they might not be able to hurt Wu Sanyue.

Besides, there are still many officers and soldiers by Wu Sanyue's side.

Individual combat strength of these officers and soldiers is very weak, but they are superior in numbers and cooperate with each other tacitly. Once surrounded, they are close to death.

But assassinating Wu Sanyue was not their goal.

What Feng Yundao has to do is to convince Wu Sanyue that this world belongs to the Li family.

If Wu Sanyue insisted on usurping the country, he would be burying the world with him.

As long as this plan is successful, everyone in the world will believe that Wu Sanyue will lead them to hell.

Of course, Zhang Yunshi would rather kill Wu Sanyue if given the chance.

Once Wu Sanyue died, this country would have to be handed over to Li Xinghe sooner or later.

The collapse of the Wu Xia Dynasty and the revival of the Li Wei Dynasty are the most important things for Feng Yundao at present.

Zhang Yunshi stared at it for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Execute the next plan."

"Yes." The group of people who followed Zhang Yunshi quickly dispersed.

The long street outside the government office was full of common people, many of them were brash men, as long as they were given a little spark, they would be able to ignite a raging fire.

In less than a meal, Mo Wu is already very proficient. As long as a bowl is stretched out, she can quickly pour the porridge into it.

Seeing that the sage gave porridge so skillfully, the common people were very moved.

Apparently, saints are doing this kind of thing all the time.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, a sage, as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, should live a life of clothes and food.

A sage would definitely not do something like serving rice.

But seeing the sage doing so proficiently, this is undoubtedly the gospel of the common people.

"There are snakes..."

I don't know who suddenly yelled.

"Snakes, all snakes..."

The people shouted in horror.

On the long street, a large number of poisonous snakes appeared out of nowhere.

These poisonous snakes slid quickly under people's feet, and when they were discovered, the people were in a mess instantly.

During the pushing and shoving, some people accidentally stepped on the snake, and the snake turned around and bit the ankle.

Some people were even pushed to the ground, and if they were not bitten to death by poisonous snakes, they would be trampled to death.

Yin Erxi quickly ordered, "Protect the saint."

The people were squeezed in the middle, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Run into the yamen." Someone yelled, and everyone realized that the only way to save their lives was to escape into the yamen.

The people flocked one after another.

The porridge couldn't be given any more, so Yang Jiu pulled Mo Wu back to the back, saw the officers and soldiers preparing to attack the people who rushed in, and hurriedly shouted: "Get out of the way, don't hurt anyone."

Yin Erxi stomped his feet, quite helplessly, and shouted: "Kill the snake, kill the snake quickly..."

The people rushed into the government office in a panic.

The disciples of Fengyun Dao who were among the common people showed their weapons and shouted to kill Mo Wu when they approached Mo Wu.

"Escort." Yin Erxi was sweating profusely.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow passed by Yin Erxi's head.

Yin Erxi was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, and was dragged into the government office by two servants.

There are swarms of poisonous snakes on the long street.

In order to survive, the common people only know how to rush to the government office.

Things will turn out like this, beyond everyone's expectations.

Rao was Zhangyun's envoy, and he didn't expect Wu Sanyue to let the people enter the government office for refuge.

In her imagination, if snakes appeared on the long street, Wu Sanyue would definitely flee back to the government office and close the gate.

But since Wu Sanyue wanted to protect the people, she wanted to kill more people.

After a loud bamboo whistle sounded, the disciples of Fengyun Dao who were hiding around rushed out one after another.

They cut people when they see them, and they are very cruel.

The people in the Jianghu who originally came to join in the fun had to draw their swords to fight back in the face of the ferocious disciple of Fengyun Dao.

"Go to the backyard and change your face." Yang Jiu urged in a low voice.

Mo Wu responded and quickly ran to the backyard.

Yang Jiu jumped onto the high wall, seeing the chaos on the long street, his heart was pierced.

Faced with this chaotic situation, no matter how high the martial arts are, they are still powerless to deal with it.

Yang Jiu knew that the king was the first to capture the thief, so as long as he could find the leader of Fengyun Dao and capture and kill him, the disaster might be resolved.

Not surprisingly, the leader who took the lead should be Zhang Yunshi.

Looking around, if you want to find Zhang Yunshi, you don't have much hope.

Seeing the massacre of innocent people by the disciples of Fengyun Dao, Yang Jiu flew down, holding the Xuexue Knife.

Knife up.

head down.

His speed was very fast, in an instant, the heads of a dozen Fengyun Dao disciples flew out.

Yin Erxi personally brought someone to kill him, and said: "Master Yang, we are here, you go and protect the saint."

Compared with the common people, Wu Sanyue's safety is more important.

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