My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 58 A Perfect Match... Your Uncle
The long sword lures the enemy.

Knife raid.

Gan Sisi's move is very thoughtful.

The man in the cloak was caught off guard, a bloodstain was drawn out of his throat by the dagger, and it hurt hotly.

"A bitch courts death."

The man in the cloak was furious and stopped playing. The lancets instantly transformed into dozens of lancets, all stabbing at Gan Sisi's vitals.

As soon as Gan Sisi drew the sword, she was already stabbed in the heart.

"Huh?" The cloaked man was taken aback.

I wanted to kill Gan Sisi with a single knife, but while the body was still warm, I could still...

Unexpectedly, Gan Sisi seemed to have become an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, invulnerable to swords and guns.

After thinking about it, this little beauty has exquisite swordsmanship and extremely poor internal skills, she can only wear a treasured garment that can block swords.

This is a big profit.

The cloaked man turned around, concentrated his left palm, and slammed heavily on Gan Sisi's shoulder.

If you think about it carefully, it's fine to be seriously injured. How can a dead body feel better than a living person?
"what……"

A cry like a female cat in heat came from the cloaked man's mouth.

When Gan Sisi was sent flying backwards with a palm, the man in the cloak also stepped back.

When he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was full of blood holes, and the blood was gushing like a spring.

But Gan Sisi was held in Yang Jiu's arms, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.

"Ninth brother, I... tried my best..." Gan Sisi's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

When he was in Chang'an, Yang Jiu emphasized more than once that he must not be disturbed when sewing the corpse, otherwise his life would be in danger.

No matter what tonight, even if she gave up her life, she couldn't let those fake zombies and that wretched cloaked man get close to Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu helped Gan Sisi sit down against the shed, slowly pulled out the snow-drinking knife, and said coldly, "I'm going to cut you into pieces and then sew them together."

"You're so perverted, you're almost like me." The cloaked man wouldn't take a corpse stitcher seriously.

Can a corpse seamer be a hero with a knife?
"No, no, we are different. I like to sew scattered corpses together, but you like to chop up intact corpses." Yang Jiu corrected with a smile.

The man in the cloak laughed and said, "Then you and I are a perfect couple?"

A perfect match...your uncle.

The snow-drinking knife swished forward.

The man in the cloak gripped the lancet tightly, making a creepy gurgling sound from his throat.

A corpse seamer competes with Lao Tzu's knife skills, it's really...

It's really fast.

Clang clang.

The man in the cloak swung his knife to dismantle his moves.

But the snow-drinking knife in Yang Jiu's hand was faster than a single knife, forcing the cloaked man to retreat again and again.

When Yang Jiu stopped his onslaught, the man in the cloak swung his lancet, desperately resisting.

"I'm going to take your life with this knife." Yang Jiu shouted when he drew the knife again.

Lifeblood?
Don't throw this thing away.

Men live in this world, don't they just rely on this thing to have fun?

If it is gone, it must be worse than a little male dog.

Seeing that the knife in Yang Jiu's hand was really coming towards his crotch, the cloaked man swiftly slashed down with the knife, trying to stop it.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jiu changed his move suddenly, raised the tip of the saber slightly upwards, and went straight to his right shoulder.

Clang.

The man in the cloak also changed his moves very quickly. With a pull of the lancet, he lightly blocked the snow-drinking knife.

Sound east and west?

Small sample.

The man in the cloak was feeling proud when he felt a pain in his crotch, and felt something fell into his crotch.

The Jiuniu guillotine can not only cut off the head, but also cut off the root of life.

The heart-piercing pain came later, and as long as the man in the cloak moved a little, the pain would double.

Yang Jiu swish, swish, swish, swish four sabers, and quickly smashed the bones of the cloaked man's hands and feet.

The cloaked man knelt on the ground, resisting the severe pain, humming continuously.

The man in the cloak twisted his body slightly, and the zombies who had beaten Zhao Butou and the others to the ground all jumped and jumped towards the sun.

Zhao Butou and others were lying on the ground, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and their bodies were sore. They felt that the world was finally quiet.

Swish.

A knife out.

Head off.

The cheerful zombies all fell to the ground with a crash.

Yang Jiu felt Gan Sisi's pulse. Fortunately, she was protected by a soft hedgehog armor, so the injury was not serious.

"You stick, don't be brave in the future."

"With me here, no one can hurt you."

Gan Sisi slowed down for a moment and felt much better.

Yang Jiu gave her a contemptuous look, and called Zhao Butou and others over to help carry the man in the cloak into the shed and the body of Yan Pipe Cheng out.

Tonight's third body, let's go.

Yang Jiu sewed up the cloaked man's head first, then sewed on the cloaked man's baby after thinking about it, and finally couldn't hold back and sewed a few more stitches on the cloaked man's baby's head as punishment.

"Book of Life and Death" appeared immediately.

The cloaked man's name is Tan Wuwei, he is a disciple of Qimen, who specializes in puppetry.

When I was in Shimen, I went on a crooked path.

Later, he was discovered by his master, and he was kicked out of the teacher's school in a rage.

Without Master's discipline, Tan Wuwei completely let go of his hands and feet, made puppets out of living people, and occasionally played a guest role as a flower picker, living a happy life.

Later, I heard that there are many morticians in Xiangxi, and they are all very capable. Tan Wuwei went to Xiangxi. After in-depth exchanges with many morticians, he used wood to make a lot of zombies. It was fun, and he manipulated zombies at night. The army came out to be scary.

The reason why Hu Laoqi was killed was because Hu Laoqi didn't freak out when he encountered the zombie army several times, so he deserved to be killed.

Hu Laoqi's body was fixed by him on the street with silk thread, as a warning to everyone else, that Yan Pipe Cheng dared to sew the body, he deserved to be killed.

Yang Jiu who came later should be killed.

It's a pity that Yang Jiu is a stubborn stubble, it's cruel enough to cut off his life first, and then his head.

[Sewing 34 corpses, rewarding the host with puppetry. 】

Simple puppetry is what people often call marionettes.

If it is a little more complicated, it can exorcise corpses and control people, which is very powerful.

Walking out of the greenhouse, the sky began to dim, and the time was just right.

"Master Yang, what about those zombies?" Zhao Butou looked at the zombies all over the street and felt quite a headache.

Yang Jiu said: "Whoever's home is short of firewood, let him pick it up."

The people were not so courageous, and finally the government stepped in to move all the wooden zombies outside the city and burn them.

Tian Songbai danced happily, wishing he could hug Yang Jiu and kiss him a few times.

Yang Jiu went out and not only sewn up the two panic-stricken corpses, but also got rid of the murderers lurking in Baihe County. He was really a great savior for the people of Baihe.

Tian Songbai decided to throw a big banquet, and the whole city carnivaled for three days and three nights.

Yang Jiu hurried back to Chang'an to sew the corpse, declined Tian Songbai's kindness to stay a few more days, and set off to return to Chang'an.

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, the fatigue of bumping on the horse's back has become a kind of enjoyment.

Back in Chang'an City, Yang Jiu lay down on the cold couch in the corpse shop, planning to have a good sleep.

A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own kennel.

"Brother Nine, something serious happened, Swift disappeared." Gan Sisi quickly knocked on the door outside.

Yang Jiuzheng was confused, yawned and opened the door, only to find out after asking that Wei Yuyan had disappeared for several days.

Gan Sisi asked the neighbors, but no one knew where Wei Yuyan had gone.

"Don't worry, that kid is smart, it's not that easy to get into trouble." Yang Jiu went back to the house and washed his face with cold water to wake himself up.

There was dust in the steamed stuffed bun shop, and the neighbors also said that they hadn't seen Wei Yuyan for several days. It can be seen that Wei Yuyan has been missing for several days. Can you not worry?

"Sister, an aunt asked me to give this to you." A little boy suddenly ran over, handed Gan Sisi a note, and ran away quickly.

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

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(End of this chapter)