My master is invincible

Chapter 1277 Talking about the Grave (22)

Passing through a long corridor, the three of us entered a cold room. On the door of the room was written in black and white, the words "dressing room".

I pulled Lin Zhongtian, "Brother Lin, are we here yet?"

He glanced at me with a displeased expression on his face, "Uncle, I'm only 22 years old, it's a bit inappropriate for you to call me big brother?"

When Yan Yu heard what he said, she suppressed her mouth and smiled, but I was extremely depressed, "Damn, I'm only 21, okay, you are already older than me."

But I definitely can't say these words. After all, anyone who sees my white hair will think that I am in my thirties. I don't bother to explain, so I smiled awkwardly at Lin Zhongtian and didn't say anything. .

Soon, Lin Zhongtian led us into the dressing room.

As soon as I entered the dressing room, I found that there were seven or eight people inside. Each group formed a group of two, and each group had a table beside it. On the table was the dead person. Maybe we were lucky. It's all peaceful, and the scene isn't too scary.

I don't think it's scary, and it doesn't mean that others think the same way. No, when Yan Yu saw this situation, she grabbed my arm tightly and didn't dare to speak.

I patted the back of her hand and comforted me: "It's okay, I'm here."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhongtian looked at me, stared at my face for a long time, and said softly: "Uncle, listening to your tone, are you not afraid?"

I rolled my eyes angrily, since he already called me uncle, I naturally wanted to sell my old man, so I said, "Little nephew, uncle has seen more corpses than you have seen people!"

Well, I'm actually bragging about this.

Lin Zhongtian glanced at me and pointed to the left, "The third table on the left is Lord Yan, the Lord of Blessings. Go there, our supervisor is waiting for you there."

I hummed and asked him, "Aren't you coming with us?"

I ask this question because generally funeral parlors pay more attention to the process of encoffining, and are usually accompanied by an encoffiner, but from Lin Zhongtian's tone, he obviously doesn't want to accompany us.

He shook his head and said softly: "Uncle, didn't you just say that you have seen a corpse than I have seen my people? Why, you won't be afraid?"

Hearing this, I finally understood that the guy with feelings was fighting against me, and I didn't bother to talk to him, so I led Yan Yu towards the third platform on the left.

As soon as I got to the edge of the third platform, I was slightly taken aback, and a strong smell of blood came over me, no, how could Yan Yu's father smell of blood.

At that moment, instead of continuing to move forward, I stopped by the side, turned my head and looked back, and found that guy Lin Zhongtian was standing on the side smoking a cigarette, seeing me looking at him, he gave me a look , which means let me go forward.

I frowned, I didn't need to look at the corpse, and I knew that the corpse was definitely not Yan Yu's father, it must be that kid who wanted to test my courage.

Ma De, he is playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, he is not self-sufficient, and he doesn't see what I do.

Once I figured this out, I whispered to Yan Yu, "Yu'er, close your eyes later and don't look at anything."

She blinked and looked at me suspiciously.

I said in a low voice, "Someone wants to see us laugh."

After speaking, I asked Yan Yu to close her eyes again, and I slowly walked towards the third table.

As soon as I got to the side, I frowned, Ma De, this corpse died in a car accident, the head was separated from the body, the chest was crushed into meatloaf by the wheels, and piles of bones could be clearly seen , especially the bloody intestines, wrapped around the waist of the deceased.

The position below the waist of the deceased can only be described as a bloody mess, and the flesh and bones cannot even be distinguished.

Seeing this, I turned my head to look at that guy Lin Zhongtian, and found that guy was staring at me. Seeing me looking at him, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

I ignored his compliment and looked at a woman on the side of stage 21. This person was [-] or [-] years old, with a medium appearance, and a pair of very big eyes, which added a little bit of agility to the ordinary facial features, which made people feel excited. The whole person looks like an indescribable intimacy, just like the little girl next door. The sign on her chest reads, mortician, Lin Qiaoer.

I asked her, "Are you responsible for the dead body?"

She hummed and asked me, "What's the matter?"

I smiled and stared at her for a while, I could tell from her expression that she was thinking about how to put makeup on this corpse, so I said, "Do you think this is okay? I will put makeup on this corpse for you." How about you treat me to dinner after get off work?"

"Really?" She looked happy and asked quickly.

I hummed, and before I could continue talking, a lot of embalmers surrounded me. They probably heard my words. There was nothing I could do about it. This dressing room is only so big, and I just wanted to let Lin Zhongtian hear it. , the voice was intentionally louder.

At this moment, Yan Yu thought I was picking up girls, first pinched my waist, then opened her eyes, and was about to scold me, suddenly, her face changed, and within three seconds she was wow vomited up.

Some things are also very strange. Yan Yu just started to vomit, and three or four embalmers subconsciously covered their mouths, and then began to vomit, and even Lin Qiaoer covered their mouths.

I gave a wry smile, patted Yan Yu's shoulder, and reproached me: "I told you not to open your eyes!"

She gave me an annoyed look and didn't speak, but she still didn't dare to look at platform No. [-].

Seeing this, I greeted her a few words, told her not to turn around, and walked towards platform No. [-], intending to show off.

Of course, my actions were not entirely due to Lin Zhongtian's relationship, but also because of my own reasons. To put it bluntly, it was my inner competitive heart that was at work.

For me, this funeral home can be said to be the deadly enemy of our Eight Immortals. Therefore, since I entered the funeral home, I have been picking on the faults of this funeral home. Just bad.

It wasn't until Lin Zhongtian's action just now that it can be said that it completely stimulated my inner competitiveness, so I planned to show my hand in the funeral parlor, which can be regarded as saving face for us Eight Immortals.

Just when I was in a daze, Lin Zhongtian came over, he first glanced at the corpse, then at me, and said softly: "You want to make up for the blessed Lord?"

I hummed and didn't speak.

He said again: "Only by you?"

When he said this, his tone was full of disdain, even a bit of contempt.

I ignored his words directly, rolled up my sleeves, first bowed three times to the deceased, and said slowly: "I am Chen Jiu, entrusted by the master's family, to come to wipe your old corpse and make up, if there is any offense , I hope you will forgive me a lot."

After saying this, I made three bows to the deceased again, and then looked at Lin Qiaoer, "Beauty, can you help me later?"

"Okay!" Lin Qiaoer immediately agreed.

Then, I made some things that must be prepared for wiping the corpse. This process took about three to four minutes.

After preparing all this, Yan Yu seemed to think of something, pulled me, and wrote: "It's time to see my dad, don't watch the trouble here."

When I saw it, I almost slapped myself, Ma De, I came here to see Yan Yu's father, but because of Lin Zhongtian's words, I almost forgot about it, and when I was about to speak, I heard Lin Zhongtian say, " Don't worry, Ms. Yan, there are still three hours before your father's burial, and your father's body is not in this ordinary dressing room, but in a high-end VIP room."

I understood, and said to Yan Yu, "Yu'er, give me an hour."

When I said this, my voice was very heavy, and Yan Yu probably understood what I meant, so she nodded and stopped talking.

Following her nod, I was completely relieved, first took a few deep breaths, and then asked Lin Qiaoer, "Are you ready?"

She hummed and stood next to me, blinking her big eyes and staring at me, as if wondering why I helped her, while many embalmers beside me chatted together, as if they were discussing something, and they could vaguely hear them talking. Talking about the corpse, saying it was this corpse, the average undertaker would not have the guts to put on makeup.

Compared to their whispering, Lin Zhongtian has been staring at me quietly.

Taking their appearance into my eyes, I didn't say a word. First, I picked up a rag, wet it, and wiped it towards the head of the deceased. Since the head of the deceased was separated from the body, the head of the deceased looked a little scared. Especially the position of the neck, the bones and tendons can be vaguely seen, and the dead man's head is dripping with blood.

I first wiped the cheeks of the deceased. As soon as I wiped it for the first time, the whole rag turned red immediately. When I twisted it with my hand, bright red blood flowed out from the rag. Lin Qiaoer said, "Brother, the rag is not good at absorbing blood. , or you try a sponge."

While speaking, she handed me a sponge.

I shook my head and said softly: "In our industry, there is a rule that when wiping the corpse of the deceased, a piece of cloth must be torn from the clothes of the deceased when he was alive. I don't think the rags on your side are the same as those used by the deceased. clothes?"

I say this because after wiping it just now, the rag was covered with blood. If it was a normal rag, this would never happen.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiaoer thought for a while, took a few steps to the left, and pulled out a piece of clothing, which was stained with blood. She said, "Here, brother, this is the clothing of the deceased!"

I hummed, found a fairly clean place on the clothes, tore off a piece of fabric, washed it with clean water, and then reached out and wiped the dead man's cheek.

After wiping, a piece of vegetable leaf green was immediately exposed on the face of the deceased, and the blood on the rag dripped down the rag, and did not stay on the rag for a long time.

After wiping the dead man's entire face, the rag showed a slight redness, which was completely different from the look in the rag before.

Those embalmers obviously saw this, and all of them stared at me in disbelief, especially Lin Zhongtian, whose eyes were fixed on the rag in my hand.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, "Look into the eyes of the dead!"

(End of this chapter)