My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 77 Sending You On The Road Song Shanglu

Master sister?
There has been no news of the elder sister who shoulders the heavy responsibility.

Michelle Jiuquan powder is very useful, as long as you sprinkle some on Murong Ba's clothes, you can easily kill Murong Ba.

But seeing the elder sister covering her shoulders with her hands and staggering her steps, it was obvious that she was seriously injured, and she was afraid that the mission had failed.

When the senior sister approached the body sewing shop, another person appeared behind him, with excellent lightness kung fu, he caught up with the senior sister in an instant, and slashed at the senior sister's head fiercely.

Eldest Sister is at the end of her strength, and she is no longer able to dodge this knife.

Clang.

Yang Jiu flew over and raised his arm to block the knife.

The man who chased and killed the elder sister had a yellowish waxy face, beard, exposed nose hair, and was extremely ugly.

Yang Jiu's arm was like steel, the man was stunned and even more disgusted.

Yang Jiu pulled the elder sister back quickly.

"Murong Ba is too cunning, I, I..." The elder sister opened her mouth to speak, and blood spit out.

The ugly man carried a big knife on his shoulder, with a playful look on his face, and teased: "You can practice iron cloth shirts to such an extent at such a young age, you don't play with birds in the sand on weekdays, do you?"

"Wait a minute first." Seeing that the ugly man was about to make a move, Yang Jiu raised his hand, turned around and entered the body sewing shop.

When he came out, he was holding the snow drinking knife in his hand.

"Corpse seamers also play with knives?" The ugly man's expression was very exaggerated.

The corpse sewers are women, who only know how to sew with embroidery needles all day long, so they are definitely not men.

The elder sister slowly sat on the ground, panting and said: "Master Yang, this man is called 'Tianwai Yidao' Song Shanglu, which means 'send you on your way', and his sword skills are amazing..."

Murong Ba is highly skilled in martial arts and is a descendant of the former royal family. He holds a large amount of wealth and gathers many vicious and vicious people in the rivers and lakes around him.

Song Shanglu is one of them.

The elder sister failed to assassinate Murong Ba, and tried her best to escape from the Taoist temple.

Murong Ba sent Song Shanglu to hunt him down.

The martial arts of the senior sister is far inferior to Song Shanglu, and she was caught up on the way. Unexpectedly, Song Shanglu, a beast, was still very interested in the senior sister in her early forties, and after she was captured, she was taken to a ruined temple to humiliate wantonly.

The elder sister took advantage of Song Shanglu's appearance and fled again.

"Song Shanglu, send you on your way? This name is really good, I will send you on your way now." Yang Jiu pointed at Song Shanglu with a knife.

No one in the Jianghu would pay attention to a corpse stitcher. If one really wanted peerless martial arts, who would be willing to be a corpse stitcher?

boom.

A machine bird suddenly fell, right in the middle of Yang Jiu and Song Shanglu, its mechanical wings fluttered, but it didn't fly again.

Cold blooded?

The next moment, Lengxue jumped off the roof of the corpse shop, laughed and said, "Fucking failed again."

"I said, can you fasten it to my roof? If the tile is broken, you can replace it?" Yang Jiu was very depressed.

Cold-blooded: "With my lightness kung fu, how can I step on a tile?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yang Jiu and Song Shanglu facing each other with knives, their cold-blooded eyes lit up, and there was a good show to watch.

"Song Shanglu, you still dare to come to Chang'an?" A heartless voice suddenly came from the side.

Jueqingren arrived at the sound, and the long sword in his hand was like a shooting star, and greeted Song Shanglu with a swish.

Song Shanglu?
The imperial criminal, who had been wanted by the imperial court for a long time, did not hesitate in cold blood. He took out a soft saw from nowhere and joined the battle.

Song Shanglu's martial arts are superb, and his sword skills are like gods, but he is very passive in the face of the ruthless and cold-blooded joint attack.

The unfeeling long sword is easy to deal with, and the cold-blooded soft saw is really fucking... It's hard to say.

Once the big knife is blocked, the soft saw will spring over.

When it fell on the body, the jagged teeth lifted up pieces of flesh and blood, it was fucking... painful.

Just as Song Shanglu was concentrating on dealing with the soft saw, the ruthless long sword pierced his shoulder again, it was still very... painful.

No matter how rampant Song Shanglu is, he also knows in his heart that if he fights alone with the four famous arresters, he can still fight. If two famous arresters join forces, he will only be defeated.

In such a situation, smart people will choose to take the best route.

Swish swish.

The broadsword in Song Shanglu's hand danced like a wicker, and while forcing back his heartlessness and cold blood, he turned back and ran away.

Ruthless and cold-blooded are a little confused, this is not like Song Shanglu's style.

boom.

Song Shanglu turned his head and blew a kiss to Jueqing, turned around again, and saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then he didn't know anything.

"Master Yang, when did you go there?" Jueqing was stunned.

Yang Jiu put the knife back into its sheath, and said with a smile, "I guessed that this guy was going to slip away, so I waited here in advance."

One hit with the back of the knife solved the problem.

"This person has taken too many lives, he will definitely be beheaded." Leng Xue said.

Yang Jiu cupped his fists and said, "Then please, you two, bring his body to me to sew."

"You like sewing corpses so much?"

"It's just a hobby."

Unfeeling and speechless.

Other corpse sewers only like to take a fixed amount of moon silver, and they don't sew corpses if they can.

Yang Jiu was fine, wishing he could sew up all the corpses that needed to be sewed up in the world.

This is no longer a hobby, but a perversion.

Leng Xue carried Song Shanglu on his back, and returned to the six doors with Jueqing.

Yang Jiu walked into the body sewing shop and saw the elder sister sitting on a stool with sweat all over her face.

"It seems that the wound is deep, and it needs stitches to heal quickly." Yang Jiu looked at the shoulder of the senior sister who was bleeding.

The elder sister shook her head and said, "A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

"You can be my mother at your age." Yang Jiu said and turned to look for needlework.

The elder sister hesitated for a while, but slowly took off her clothes, revealing her shoulders.

The years have left clear marks on her face, but the skin on her body is still like snow.

The wound was not long, but very deep, almost to the bone.

Yang Jiu gave her some Mafeisan, and waited for the anesthetic to take effect before stitching.

The elder sister felt no pain at all.

She quietly looked at Yang Jiu who was seriously stitching up the wound, and thought that little junior sister was lucky to find such a good man.

Junior Sister is still a perfect body, and she may live happily with Yang Jiu in the future.

Thinking about herself again, from the first time she was violated by her master, she chose to bear it silently, and then watched so many junior sisters suffer the same pain as her, but she did nothing.

"Yang Jiu, Mixiao Jiuquan San is really powerful. After returning to the mountain, I sprinkled the powder on Master's face while he was sleeping. I went to see him the next day. Master died with a smile on his face, but..." Master sister Ben She thought she could complete the task easily, but she couldn't think of what happened next, which made her sick.

She was about to run out to tell everyone that Master was out of breath, but Master walked in from the outside.

Looking at the master in front of him, and then at the master's body on the bed, the elder sister was stunned, how could there be two masters?
The living Murong Ba told her that the one on the bed was fake.

Murong Ba's status is so noble, so it is natural to prepare some doubles to avoid repeated assassinations.

If not, Murong Ba would not be alive today.

On weekdays, Murong Ba seldom stayed in the Taoist temple, so he would leave a double here to confuse potential enemies.

"Then it's not Master's... child that I fall off again and again?" The elder sister, as if struck by lightning, took off the human skin mask on the face of the man on the bed, and what she saw was a strange, wrinkled face.

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