My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Yang Jiu picked up Miss Zhu's head and said, "She's different from normal zombies."

While speaking, Miss Zhu suddenly opened her mouth, wanting to bite Yang Jiu.

The corpse also jumped out of the sarcophagus at the same time, walking back and forth on the ground, waving its hands, as if looking for someone.

"How did my child become like this?" Master Zhu felt distressed and afraid, and his heart was extremely entangled.

Yang Jiu grabbed her head and did not let go, looked around and asked, "Master Zhu, who built your tomb?"

"He's a wandering Taoist priest," Master Zhu said.

At that time, the beloved daughter died suddenly and strangely. A wandering Taoist priest came to the house and said that if the Zhu family was not buried properly, the Zhu family would be wiped out.

Master Zhu didn't believe it at first, but the Taoist priest said it clearly, Master Zhu finally believed it, so the Taoist priest was in charge of his daughter's tomb.

After the tomb was built, Mr. Zhu saw it in person and was very satisfied.

After Miss Zhu was buried, the wandering Taoist priest left here.

In the following days, the Zhu family's business really became more and more prosperous.

Master Zhu always believed that it was the spirit of his beloved daughter who was protecting her.

Even if there were zombies hurting people in the city later, the Zhu family didn't suffer any losses, and after that, the zombies disappeared, and everything went on as usual.

It's just that Mr. Zhu never dreamed that seven or eight years later, not only did his daughter's body not turn into bones, it was even exactly the same as when she just passed away, and even turned into a cannibal zombie.

All this is so unreal, Master Zhu really can't believe it.

"Lord Yang, this corpse has been beheaded and is still moving, what should I do?" Chen Nian was terrified.

Since he was sensible, he had never seen such a terrifying thing.

Yang Jiu said: "It can only be burned."

"It can't be burned." Master Zhu was very anxious when he heard this.

Chen Niandao: "Master Zhu, this is basically the way to deal with corpses after they become dead."

"I'm just such a precious daughter, I can't burn it." Master Zhu quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Chaoyang Jiu.

He knew that as long as Yang Jiu nodded, his beloved daughter's body would be saved.

"Lord Yang, is there no other way than burning it?" Chen Nian felt that just burning the body like this would be another major blow to Master Zhu.

Yang Jiu said: "Then let me think about it."

After Ms. Zhu's head and body were affixed with corpse-preventing charms, the corpse finally did not move.

Cutting off his head will undoubtedly be a great loss to Ms. Zhu.

If the head is sewed back again, Yang Jiu is not sure whether Miss Zhu will recover.

Seeing that Master Zhu was heartbroken, he could only agree temporarily, and then think of a way.

If it doesn't work, the only option is to burn the body and keep Master Zhu from knowing.

Yang Jiu sighed, and said, "Master Chen, let Master Zhu go to rest first."

Mo Wu opened the door of the tomb, and Chen Nian helped Master Zhu to leave.

They never felt that the air outside was so sweet.

Anyway, Chen Nian didn't want to have such an experience again.

"Master Jiu, there should be no other way." Mo Wu asked in a low voice.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "After dark, I'll sew up her body and see the situation."

Mo Wu felt his scalp go numb. It would be too scary if the corpse attacked Yang Jiu just after sewing it up.

Mo Wu felt that Yang Jiu did this because he really thought his life was too long.

Naturally, Yang Jiu did this not to help Master Zhu, but to see what the wandering Taoist did to Miss Zhu.

The feng shui of this cemetery is excellent, and the layout inside the tomb is also very ingenious, which can indeed protect the family.

The result was that Ms. Zhu's corpse turned into a zombie, and after being raised by Wang Adan, she even evolved into a green zombie.

Lv Zang's strength is not bad, Yang Jiu always felt that Miss Zhu hadn't shown her full strength in the fight just now.

Ms. Zhu has strength, but maybe she just doesn't know how to use it.

The two left the tomb, the sun was scorching outside.

Master Zhu was sitting under an umbrella, drinking tea.

His complexion was very bad, and he looked like he might collapse and fall asleep at any moment.

"Master Yang, can you think of a way?" Master Zhu's voice trembled.

In this short period of time, he also thought about it carefully. If there is really no other way, then he can only burn the body.

His daughter was a good natured girl, and it would be sad to know that after death her corpse would turn into a zombie and go out and hurt so many innocent people.

Yang Jiu said: "After nightfall, I will first sew up Miss Zhu's body."

"Master Yang really wants to sew the corpse himself?" Master Zhu still couldn't believe it.

Chen Nian said with a smile: "Master Zhu, Mr. Yang is the most outstanding corpse stitcher in Daxia."

Master Zhu nodded, his face full of gratitude.

Chen Nian sent heavy soldiers to guard the tomb, and everyone came to Zhu's house.

Master Zhu insisted on throwing a banquet, and there was no need for everyone to shirk, after all, there were still some things that needed to be clarified.

Master Zhu was in a low mood, but there was no shortage of courtesy.

The food and drink are plentiful, and the etiquette is thoughtful. Everyone likes to deal with such people.

After drinking for three rounds, Yang Jiu asked softly: "Master Zhu, do you still remember the appearance of that wandering Taoist priest?"

"Of course, in the ancestral hall, there is also the portrait of the Taoist leader." Master Zhu looked puzzled at Yang Jiu, and then explained.

After the wandering Taoist priest left, in order to express his gratitude, Master Zhu asked someone to draw a picture of the Taoist priest and enshrine it in the ancestral hall.

These years, the Zhu family has been going smoothly, and Master Zhu feels that the Taoist leader is also responsible for this.

Master Zhu had already ordered that no matter what happened, the portrait of the Taoist priest must be hung in the ancestral hall and must not be taken down.

After eating, Master Zhu led the crowd to the ancestral hall.

Seeing the portrait of the Taoist priest, Yang Jiu was stunned.

Isn't that considered death fairy?
Originally, Yang Jiu thought that Miss Zhu would turn into a zombie, and it was all done by the Taoist priest who buried her.

Although the Immortal of Death is full of nonsense, it seems that he does not have this strength.

"Your Majesty Yang, do you know the Taoist Master Wuming?" Master Zhu asked after observing his words.

The Taoist priest did not leave his name back then, so he was called the Unnamed Taoist Priest on this portrait.

Yang Jiu didn't expose the true face of Suan Shixian, and said with a smile: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it."

"The Taoist priest travels all over the world, so he must have met many people." Master Zhu respected the Immortal Suan Shou very much.

Yang Jiu nodded with a smile, and now she will sew up Miss Zhu's body after nightfall, and then she will know what happened to Miss Zhu's body.

This half day passed extremely slowly.

Master Zhu never took a nap, and after forcing himself to fall asleep, it was only half an hour when he woke up.

Yang Jiu is very relaxed.

In any case, as long as Miss Zhu's body is disposed of, this matter will be completely resolved.

Finally at night, Yang Jiu entered the tomb early.

Ms. Zhu's body was still lying in the sarcophagus, her body and head separated, motionless.

Mo Wu obeyed Yang Jiu's order and stood guard outside the tomb door, no matter what noise came from inside, no one was allowed to enter.

The most fearful thing when stitching a corpse is that a second living person will break in, which is fatal to the stitcher.

Under the suppression of the corpse suppressing talisman, Miss Zhu's body remained motionless.

But when the sewing needle pierced her flesh, her body trembled suddenly.

Along with the trembling of the corpse, green mucus oozes from the surface of the flesh.

In the hand, sticky, very disgusting.

Yang Jiu held her breath, always feeling that the mucus must be poisonous.

But Ms. Zhu's body, apart from trembling and secreting mucus, did not act aggressively.

Yang Jiu didn't waste time and quickly sewed up the corpse.

After sewing the front, he turned the body over and began sewing the back of the head again.

The stitch pierced into the flesh of the back of the head, and Miss Zhu suddenly let out a strange scream of incomparable desire.

Yang Jiu was very speechless, she was obviously an indifferent rich lady, how could she become so dissolute after her death?

It was just a strange cry, and Yang Jiu hadn't experienced it before, so his hands continued to sew the corpse quickly.

But the people outside the tomb were all flushed and short of breath when they heard the strange cry.

Especially Mo Wu, who was standing at the entrance of the tomb, and could hear it most clearly.

Every time Miss Zhu yelled, her heart would beat wildly. Before she knew it, her cheeks, the base of her ears and the back of her neck were as red as sunset, and it was frighteningly hot.

"Master Chen, this..." Master Zhu was quite anxious when he heard the voice.

Chen Niandao: "Master Yang will never..."

"I believe that, even if it is, my child is still a dead person..." Master Zhu's meaning is very clear, that is, can a dead person still make that kind of wanton cry?
When he first listened to it, Chen Nian also felt his heart beating faster, but at the end of the hearing, what else was left in his heart besides fear?
Master Zhu is sure that the child lying in the sarcophagus is not his child, and his child is definitely not this kind of person.

After the body was sewn, the strange screams also stopped.

However, there is more and more of that green slime, and it smells extremely disgusting.

"Book of Life and Death" appeared immediately, and began to record Miss Zhu's life.

Ms. Zhu's single name is "soft", she was born as weak and quiet as water.

She has been very obedient since she was a child, she will do whatever her parents asked her to do, even if it is something she doesn't like, she will try her best to do her best.

However, although the water is soft and quiet, when it encounters a strong wind, it can also set off a huge wave and swallow everything.

Zhu Rou had killed many rabbits when she was very young.

Every time she felt that she was going to be unable to hold on, she would secretly kill the rabbits she fed herself in extremely cruel ways.

Afterwards, her mood will calm down, and after burying the rabbit's body, she can return to the obedient girl in the eyes of her parents.

As I grew up, this division did not improve at all, and even became more serious.

It can be said that when Zhu Rou grows up, she is half an angel and half a demon.

In front of people, she can hide her devilish side very well, never revealing it.

But behind the scenes, her demonic face was extremely ferocious.

When she killed someone for the first time, Zhu Rou didn't feel guilty at all.

It was a servant of her family who was killed.

This servant feeds horses, looks very handsome, not very old, not much older than Zhu Rou.

Zhu Rou tried her best to taste the forbidden fruit with that servant.

But the servant finally found such a good job in Hukou, how dare he overstep the threshold?
Out of anger, Zhu Rou stabbed the servant to death and threw the body into a dry well at home.

In the days to come, as long as she has depression in her heart, killing rabbits can no longer satisfy her, and only killing is the right way.

The number of servants in the family has decreased, Master Zhu will not think about Zhu Rou, thinking that the servants stole something from the house, then ran away, and just find a few new servants.

Zhu Rou's killing methods are also becoming more and more sophisticated.

However, one night, just as Zhu Rou was lying on the bed and getting ready to sleep, she suddenly heard noises outside.

When she came to the window, she saw someone crawling out of the dry well.

It was not one person who climbed out of the dry well, but a group of people.

The moonlight was bright, and Zhu Rou was terrified when she saw the faces of those people clearly.

Just because those people were the servants who were killed by her.

Those lined up, hop after hop, and headed straight for her house.

Even though Zhu Rou's heart had completely turned into a demon, she was also full of fear at this moment, and hurried over to check the latch.

But the latch couldn't stop the zombie's punch at all.

With one punch, the latch broke and the entire door was smashed.

All the corpses entered Zhu Rou's room and fell directly on Zhu Rou's body.

Zhu Rou was pressed at the bottom and could barely breathe.

Those corpses had a putrid smell, which was extremely disgusting.

But the reason why she was able to kill these people was all because she was the young lady of the Zhu family, and these were just servants of the Zhu family, so they had no defense against her.

But at this moment, even with all her strength, Zhu Rou couldn't push those corpses away from her body.

But the corpse that was directly on top of her, that is, the boy feeding the horse that she killed first, somehow invaded Zhu Rou's body in a blink of an eye.

At that moment, Zhu Rou wanted to die.

However, her consciousness also became dull at this moment, until she fell into a coma.

It took almost an hour before the corpses left her body and bounced back into the dry well.

When Zhu Rou woke up, it was already the next morning.

She opened her eyes and saw that her body was dirty, and the putrid smell was still strong.

If not, she would feel that what happened last night was just a dream.

Feeling that there was nothing wrong with her body, she asked her servants to bring hot water, take a shower and change clothes.

Everything on the bed was replaced with new ones.

The serving maids were all curious and secretly guessed where Miss went last night.

The sun was very good, Zhu Rou wanted to go out for a walk so as to change her mood.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the door, the sun fell on his body, and there was a burning pain on his body.

She hurried back to the house, her face full of horror, and she didn't understand what was going on.

She didn't know until many days later that she had actually died that night.

Only the dead dare not see the sun, who doesn't like the sun?

Zhu Rou didn't know what to do. One night, she came to the dry well and looked inside.

In the dry well, all the servants looked up, and when they saw her face, they all smiled brightly.

Zhu Rou also smiled.

When the servant girl woke her up the next day, all she saw was her cold body.

The weirdest thing is that on her face, the lake is covered with mud.

Master Zhu was distraught and thought that his daughter had been killed, so he hurriedly sent someone to report to the official.

The catcher from the county government arrived at the same time as Wu Zuo.

After checking it in the afternoon, I was too scared to speak.

Under the pressure of the policeman, it was just said that Zhu Rou had died at least half a month ago.

Everyone is dumbfounded.

For the past half month, Zhu Rou lived like a normal person, except that she caught the cold and didn't go out of the house.

Master Zhu doesn't believe it, but to confirm this, an autopsy is needed.

Master Zhu thinks about it, if the autopsy is done, the body of his beloved daughter will become incomplete.

During the mourning period, the Immortal of Death came to Zhu's house.

Immortal Suansi has nothing to worry about, and he set up a stall on the street, but no business comes to his door.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Zhu's house to try his luck.

Hearing that Ms. Zhu's family died strangely, Su Shixian thought this was his chance. Not surprisingly, he could make a lot of money this time.

With his perfect tongue, Suan Shixian completely convinced Master Zhu.

Zhu Rou's funeral was entrusted to the Immortal Counting Death.

The Immortal of Death also knows some knowledge in this area. He participated in the whole process from setting the acupoints to repairing the tomb and then to the burial.

Even the Immortal of Death didn't even know about it, Master Zhu even asked someone to draw him, and enshrined him in his family's ancestral hall like a Bodhisattva.

Before Zhu Rou was buried, she had already turned into a zombie.

When she arrived at the tomb, she evolved extremely fast.

When the first tomb robber came in, she tried her best to eat him.

As a result, the guy heard the sound of the coffin lid and ran faster than the thief.

The tomb robbers who appeared later were like this, and everything was not on the right track until Wang Adan appeared.

With Wang Adan's feeding, Zhu Rou didn't have to think about anything, just lay in the coffin with peace of mind, slowly evolved, and one day she would become very powerful.

As a result, Wang Adan had an accident in that small town, and even attracted Yang Jiu, Zhu Rou's plan was completely in vain.

"Back to life, how can it be so easy?" Yang Jiu shook his head slightly after reading Zhu Rou's life.

Even if Zhu Rou could really come back from the dead in the end, it would be based on the tragic death of thousands of people.

To deal with such demons, Yang Jiu has always been relentless.

[Sewing four hundred corpses, reward the host with corpse language. 】

This corpse language does not mean that corpses can speak, but that those who possess corpse language can talk to corpses themselves.

Unexpectedly, such a good thing could be obtained from Zhu Rou's corpse, Yang Jiu was really surprised.

Looking at Zhu Rou's motionless body, Yang Jiu was also confused.

Just put Zhu Rou in the sarcophagus and seal the tomb, is it really okay?
If Zhu Rou turns into a corpse again, it's no joke.

Yang Jiu thought for a while, and finally decided to completely destroy Zhu Rou's body.

Before that, Yang Jiu took out the "Book of Life and Death" and chose to destroy Zhu Rou's soul.

Yang Jiu thought that Zhu Rou was very pitiful, but after reading her life, she knew that this guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

After choosing to destroy Zhu Rou's soul, the "Book of Merit and Deeds" also appeared immediately.

The host rewards fifty points of merit for eradicating the evil spirit, and the remaining merit points are currently 310.

With such a little merit, in case of an emergency, nothing can be exchanged.

When we return to Chang'an City, we must hurry up to sew up the corpse and earn merit points.

Walking out of the tomb, Yang Jiu will tell Master Zhu about his ideas.

"Then, that's fine." Master Zhu had actually figured it out a long time ago.

His niece was the kindest person in the world, but after she died, she turned into a zombie and came out to harm others. He would never allow this to happen.

Master Zhu ordered his servants to prepare quickly to cremate Zhu Rou's body.

The most fearful thing about burning a corpse is that the soul will turn into a ghost. Now that Zhu Rou's soul has been scattered, naturally there is no need to worry about this.

Finally, Master Zhu put Zhu Rou's ashes into the sarcophagus.

After re-sealing the tomb, Mr. Zhu felt inexplicably at ease in his heart, and only asked his beloved daughter to be in the spirit of heaven, so don't blame him.

"Great, this matter has finally been completely resolved." Chen Nian was very happy, and planned to be the host, and invited Yang Jiu and others to have a good meal.

Yang Jiu said: "This matter is not over yet."

Zhu Rou's body was cremated, is this still the end?

After questioning, Master Zhu admitted that there was indeed a dry well in the small courtyard where Zhu Rou lived.

Yang Jiu asked with a smile: "Master Zhu, isn't there a dead body crawling out of it?"

"Corpse? Where did the corpse come from?" Master Zhu was surprised.

Yang Jiu smiled, but didn't say it clearly, after all, if this matter was revealed, Master Zhu would definitely be very sad.

In his mind, Zhu Rou will always be the kindest and gentlest girl.

After a busy day, Master Zhu was already sleepy and decided to go home and sleep.

"Lord Yang, what's going on?" Chen Nian asked in a low voice after Master Zhu left.

Yang Jiudao: "The servants who disappeared from Zhu's house were all killed by Zhu Rou."

"This, is this impossible?" Chen Nian couldn't believe it.

Yang Jiu said: "Let's strike while the iron is hot, and go to the dry well to salvage the corpse now."

Those corpses are dead, very dangerous.

After cremating Zhu Rou's body tonight, Yang Jiu worried that those bodies would climb out of the dry well and hurt people again.

After the bodies were salvaged, they were immediately transported out of the Zhu residence and burned.

After doing all this, Yang Jiu felt that the matter was over.

At this moment, the sky in the east has already turned pale. Chen Nian had something else to say to Yang Jiu, so he decided to let it go, and it would not be too late to talk about it tomorrow.

Yang Jiu originally planned to go on the road early in the morning, but was invited to the county government office by the government office early in the morning.

Chen Nian prepared food and wine again, saying it was a farewell banquet for Yang Jiu.

However, Yang Jiu could tell that Chen Nian was very preoccupied and obviously wanted something from others.

After drinking for three rounds, Yang Jiu asked with a smile, "Master Chen, do you have something on your mind?"

"I'm too embarrassed to speak about this..." Chen Nian said in a low voice.

Mo Wu smiled and said, "Master Chen has already said that, so what's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Then I'll just say it straight, Lord Yang, can you sew a corpse for me?" Chen Nian asked in a low voice.

Sewn corpse?

Yang Jiu didn't expect it, and was very angry at the same time. If he wanted to sew the corpse, he should have said it last night.

If you speak now, don't you want Yang Jiu to stay for another day?
For this matter, it has been delayed for too long, Yang Jiu wants to go back to Chang'an City now.

After seeing his wife and children, maybe he will rush to Tibet.

As long as Ludong Heya is still alive, the Great Xia Empire cannot abandon her.

Yang Jiu didn't show disgust, and asked with a smile, "What kind of corpse is it?"

"She is my late wife..." Chen Nian's voice became deeper and deeper.

As long as he recalled this incident, his heart ached.

The point is that after many years, he also found a lot of sewers, but they failed to sew up the corpses, and instead killed those sewers.

Afterwards, Chen Nian never found the sewer again.

And he had the opportunity to be promoted and leave this place, but because of his dead wife, he chose to stick to it.

Mo Wu was very puzzled, and asked, "Why didn't you send it to Chang'an?"

As long as Chen Nian sent the body to Chang'an, he believed that his dead wife's body would have been stitched up long ago.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I dare not..." Chen Nian also had his own unspeakable secrets.

In fact, he was afraid, afraid that after sending his dead wife's body to Chang'an, they would never see each other again in this lifetime.

Yang Jiu could understand, thought for a while, and said, "Then I'll stay for another day."

"Thank you, Lord Yang." Chen Nian was overjoyed.

Yang Jiu said: "How about this, Mr. Chen, you find all the corpses that need to be sewn up. If it's after tonight, I won't stay there tomorrow."

"Okay." Chen Nian immediately ordered someone to make arrangements.

All the corpses that cannot be sewn by the corpse seamers in the county government will be sent over tonight, and Yang Jiu will sew them.

It's a rare time to be free, so I just happened to take a stroll around this small town to see if there are any strange gadgets, so I can buy them back as gifts.

Mo Wu accompanied Yang Jiu to go shopping for a day, seeing Yang Jiu buying so many things, she was very envious.

"Mo Wu, what are your plans next?" Yang Jiu asked by the way.

Mo Wu thought for a while and replied, "I want to visit Tubo."

"Why go to Tubo?" Yang Jiu was stunned.

Mo Wu smiled and said, "I heard that Tubo Kingdom is very beautiful."

"It's really beautiful, it's good to go and have a look." Yang Jiu said with a smile.

Time passed while shopping and chatting, after dinner, Yang Jiu began to prepare for sewing the corpse.

Chen Nian planned to let Yang Jiuxie have six corpses in total, one of which was his late wife.

"Will it be a little too much?" Chen Nian was uncertain.

The corpse stitchers in the county government can sew up to three ordinary corpses in one night.

Sewing corpses is extremely labor-intensive, and the more corpses are sewn in one night, the more problems are likely to occur.

From Chen Nian's point of view, six corpses in one night is already a lot.

There are only six corpses that the corpse seamers in the county government can't sew at present, and it happens that Yang Jiu is here. If these corpses are disposed of, it will save a lot of trouble.

Yang Jiu was rather disappointed after hearing this, and asked, "Is there really only six?"

"Master Yang, what does this mean?" Chen Nian was even more confused.

Mo Wu smiled and said, "He thinks it's too little."

"Too little?" Chen Nian was surprised.

Mo Wu was also very curious about this, and asked directly: "Master Jiu, how many records do you have? I mean the record of sewing the corpse overnight."

Yang Jiu said: "It's only a few dozen."

Chen Nian was dizzy and couldn't believe it.

But he believed that Yang Jiu was not bragging, but could really sew dozens of corpses overnight.

If not, what is the difference between Yang Jiu and other corpse stitchers?
The empty house that Chen Nian prepared for Yang Jiu was much better than the county government's corpse shop.

Mo Wu was still worried about this place and waited outside in person.

The first corpse that Yang Jiu sewed was Chen Nian's dead wife.

Chen Nian's deceased wife was outstanding in appearance, she was no older than thirty, and her figure was also perfect.

For Chen Nian to be able to marry such a woman can be regarded as a blessing.

As for how the woman died, Chen Nian did not say.

Just because Chen Nian didn't say anything, it doesn't mean that this secret will never be known.

Chen Nian asked Yang Jiu to sew his dead wife's body, at least let Yang Jiu know everything.

Mrs. Chen was stabbed in the chest.

The knife pierced straight into her heart, which can be said to have killed her with a single knife.

But in addition to the wound on her chest, there was also a wound on her back, which was a full foot long, almost splitting her back.

Chen Nian said that the people who sewed up his dead wife's body before all had their hearts scratched to death.

Although Chen Nian didn't say it clearly, Yang Jiu also knew that it was Chen's wife who grabbed the hearts of those sewers.

Chen's wife's punch was able to break into the hearts of the corpse seamers and crush their hearts, which shows the strength of this punch.

Therefore, Chen Nian also stayed outside at the moment, with a nervous expression.

If Chen's wife can only punch, Yang Jiu doesn't care at all.

After washing his hands and lighting the incense, he came to sew the corpse.

Chen's wife lay quietly on the table for sewing the corpse, as if she had fallen asleep.

Yang Jiu gently pulled down her shirt.

No wonder Chen Nian can't forget her. To be honest, her body is too perfect.

"Offended." Yang Jiu took his eyes away from where he shouldn't be looking, and gently pierced the delicate skin with a sewing needle.

Chen Nian kept his dead wife's body in the ice cellar, so it was well preserved.

Because he had to sew tonight, he moved the corpse out during the day.

After the freezing and thawing, the skin and flesh of the corpse also became soft, which is very strange.

After all, freezing a corpse is very different from storing it in a cold jade coffin.

Just as the sewing needle pierced into the flesh, Mrs. Chen's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.