My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 47

Late at night.

Mass Burial Mound.

Giving money to people to wipe their asses, is this something people would do?

Yang Jiu's heart is still pounding.

"What's the smell?" Gan Sisi hurriedly backed away, not letting the man get close to her.

The man said aggrievedly: "Ask him."

The mass grave is so big, where can it not be done, but in front of his head?

It was a miracle that he could endure it for so long.

Yang Jiu didn't feel embarrassed either. Who would have thought that there could be a living person hiding under the old locust tree in the mass grave?
Yang Jiu pointed to the iron shovel on the side, then pointed to a grave, and said, "Dig."

"It's empty, what are you digging for?" the man said.

Gan Sisi asked curiously, "How do you know?"

"I happened to be there that night, and I saw a strange man dug up the body just after the man was buried." The man still clearly remembers the appearance of the strange man.

Wearing a black cloak and a snow-white ghost mask, with agility, he carried a corpse on the uneven mass grave like walking on the ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"A master, that person is definitely a master." The man recalled the situation that night, just like being humiliated by Yang Jiu tonight, he was as cowardly as a mouse, he didn't even dare to fart.

Wei Yuyan showed fear, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle, yes, it's a bastard."

The mourner used puppetry to transform Wei Yuyan's appearance, and Wei Yuyan frightened the corpse sewer to death. After the corpse sewer was buried in a mass grave, he dug up the body and used it to practice puppetry.

Why do you have to use the corpse of the sewer?
Under Yang Jiu's coercion, the man reluctantly picked up the shovel and dug up the grave bag designated by Yang Jiu. There was only the straw mat that wrapped the body, but no corpse.

The other two graves were dug up, and it was the same.

Seeing that the man was sweating profusely from exhaustion, Yang Jiu asked with a smile, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Fan, Fan Tong." The man stammered.

big eater?

This surname is good, the name is also good, and it has characteristics.

Asking Fan Tong to refill the three grave bags, Yang Jiu asked again: "What are you doing at the mass grave in the middle of the night?"

"I, I, I..." Fan Tong stammered, unable to explain why for a long while.

Gan Sisi pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword in her hand and said coldly, "Tell the truth."

"There was a little lady who had just been buried in a mass grave, so I thought about digging it out, tidying it up, maybe I could exchange it for a few days of food money." Fan Tong was so frightened that his legs trembled.

Gan Sisi tilted her head and said angrily, "Can you say something normal people can understand?"

"He stole the corpse of a woman to match her with a yin marriage." Yang Jiu explained.

Fan Tong nodded repeatedly.

Fan Tong always steals and digs up female corpses at mass graves, even old women in their fifties or sixties can sell them.

Fan Tong is not afraid of dead bodies, but most afraid of living people.

Yang Jiu patted Fan Tong on the shoulder and persuaded him, "You idiot, we should refrain from doing such things that harm our morality."

"But, but I don't have any other skills to eat." Fan Tong didn't want to do this kind of thing either, but in order to fill his stomach, he had no choice.

Yang Jiu said: "From now on, if anyone asks you to buy a corpse for a Yin marriage, you can come to me."

Dare to meet a colleague.

Fan Tong could only sell the female corpse, but it was really difficult to sell the male corpse.

Yang Jiu took two beautiful girls to steal the man's corpse, and her professional level is really not ordinary.

"Hero, where can I find you?" Fan Tong thought it would be okay to be a middleman to earn the difference, and it was better than digging graves in the middle of the night.

Yang Jiu said: "The No. [-] corpse sewing shop in Dongchang, Yang Jiu."

Stitcher?
Fan Tong once wanted to be a corpse stitcher, but his hands trembled when he saw a beheaded corpse, and he couldn't do it no matter how much he held a needle and thread.

At that time, he went to the Ministry of Punishment, so he naturally failed the examination.

It seems that only one person can do it, but in fact, it is really not for ordinary people.

Back at the corpse shop, Yang Jiu told Gan Sisi and Wei Yuyan to go to bed.

He was fiddling with paper figurines in the shop.

Send the dead man who wants to sew the corpse to make a puppet.

That being the case, then he will make more corpses of sewers for this old thing.

Wei Yuyan wants to live a normal life, but the premise is that the mourner cannot continue to live in this world.

After a night of hard work, Yang Jiu made two paper figurines, and after putting his eyes on them, the paper figurines came back to life.

One is Yang Jiu.

One is the third master.

After daybreak, Yang Jiu took out an ingot of gold and called for a few Dongchang servants, asking them to help wrap the two paper figurines in straw mats and carry them to the mass grave for burial.

That ingot of gold has a total of twelve taels, and if several people share it equally, it will be worth half a year's salary.

Their daily errands are basically sending the corpses to the mortuary shop at night and burying them in mass graves during the day.

Yang Jiu just asked them to bury two paper figurines by the way, and said that they were the corpse stitchers who died last night. It was an easy job, but they were naturally very happy to earn so much money.

"Uncle, I received another letter from the bastard." Wei Yuyan stared at the two terrifying panda eyes.

After the mourner came to her again, she never had a good night's sleep.

There is only one sentence in the letter:

You know the consequences of disobedience.

Sending the mourner is very capable, especially in the field of torturing people, with rich experience.

Wei Yuyan shuddered just thinking about it.

Yang Jiu pinched her chubby face and said with a smile, "Leave the bastards to Uncle. You are only responsible for growing up healthy and happy."

"The bastard is very powerful, I'm worried that my uncle can't beat him." Wei Yuyan felt that in this world, no one could be a match for the mourning man.

Yang Jiu laughed and said, "Someone will help us fight."

Is uncle crazy?
Wei Yuyan felt that it was necessary to ask her aunt to take her uncle to the medicine hall.

into the night.

Xiao Xuanzi invites Yang Jiu to enter Yan Luo Hall.

Yang Jiu plans to have a big fight tonight.

Time was precious, so he went directly to Room 290 of Huangzi.

What stopped in the cold jade coffin was the corpse of a beggar.

The beggar was beaten violently during his lifetime, and his body was covered with bruises. The fatal wound came from an arrow stuck in his forehead.

He held the arrow tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to pull out the feathered arrow.

The third master of this corpse had tried it before, including You Wei, but unfortunately, the third master couldn't pull out the dagger and sharp arrow, so he had to give up.

As long as one more corpse is sewn together, a cold jade coffin can be freed up.

Wei Zhongxian tried his best, but he couldn't get any more cold jade coffins.

Everywhere in the Great Wei Dynasty and various ministries in Chang'an, all corpses that cannot be stitched will be sent to the Hall of Yama in the East Factory for storage.

The third master has basically seen all the corpses in the Hall of Yama, and every time he comes to sew the corpses, he chooses the ones he is most confident about.

Even so, some corpses took ten and a half months to sew up.

Yang Jiu lit a candle in the southeast corner, and only opened the coffin when she saw that the candle was burning normally.

He tried to pull out the sharp arrow stuck in the forehead of the corpse, but failed.

The hands of the corpse were tightly pressed, and they could not be pulled out at all.

Using the yin and yang eyes to scan around, I saw the beggar's soul curled up in the corner, trembling all the time.

Yang Jiu persuaded: "Brother, take your hand away, I will sew up the wound, and you won't be in pain anymore."

The beggar raised his head and looked at Yang Jiu suspiciously.

Under Yang Jiu's encouraging gaze, the beggar slowly loosened his hands.

He has worked very hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't pull out this sharp arrow.

The moment he let go, Yang Jiu pulled out the sharp arrow stuck in the corpse.

The beggar didn't howl, but touched his forehead in disbelief.

The arrow...disappeared?

……

Thanks to the baby pig of the baby mouse mother for the reward and support.

(End of this chapter)