My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"Besides, I came here today to give Huo Xiuer a lecture, not to go on a real mission."

Fatty Wang touched his head awkwardly, thinking that it was indeed true.

It is indeed difficult to ask for the life expectancy of these elderly people in their seventies and eighties.

So he nodded and smiled.

"it is good!"

"Brother Zhang Hao, you are the shopkeeper. I just asked because I didn't understand."

"Now I understand. Haha. I'll do as you say."

After hearing this, the village chief and a few villagers who stayed behind looked at Zhang Hao again with a little more awe and gratitude in their eyes.

Because the charging method of the Yin-Yang Inn was spread throughout the village.

So, when we were first preparing to bury Old Liu, everyone was considering this.

Because there is no second shoemaker nearby, and it is impossible to find a second shoemaker in today's society.

The only place I can think of is the Yin Yang Inn.

But the Yin Yang Inn was selling people's lives. Although everyone thought this was a bit mysterious, everyone knew that Mr. Yin Yang was a man with great magical powers.

He said he could collect life spans, and almost no one disbelieved him.

It was because of this worry that I didn't come to the Yin Yang Inn yet.

Finally, I had no choice but to come to the inn.

After hearing Zhang Hao's explanation, the village chief couldn't help but express gratitude.

"Mr. Yin Yang, you are truly a great benefactor to our Fengmen Village!"

"Old Liu has no one to rely on, and never thought that you would take care of him after his death. Old Liu is not completely without luck!"

"Mr. Yin Yang, this..."

"Oh, we don't know how to thank you enough!"

Soon after, other villagers echoed.

"Yeah, everyone has a bad time. Most people in this village don't have children around, or they died in the evil spirits in the village in the past few years. If something happens to us in the future, we may have to rely on the Yin-Yang master to take care of us."

"Mr. Yin Yang, you are the benefactor of our Fengmen Village! Don't worry, I will take care of the vegetables and meat at the Yin Yang Inn from now on!"

"That won't work. I have a lot of sheep. Mr. Yin Yang, I will kill a sheep for you once a month from now on!"

"And me, and me, Mr. Yin Yang. Just because of your attitude towards Old Liu, I will go back tomorrow and kill the pig. I will thank you on behalf of Old Liu!"

"..."

Zhang Hao shook his head in amusement, but he also knew that these villagers were simple and honest, and would repay a favor. So he waved his hand and said.

"I appreciate everyone's kindness."

"I won't say thank you. Just do what you can."

"I just said that asking for an exorbitant price is taboo. If you make your life miserable in order to thank me, then you are not thanking me, but harming me instead."

"Okay, that's it. I'm ready to start, you guys stand back."

After the villagers looked at each other, there was a hint of respect in their eyes when they looked at Zhang Hao.

Although he was young, he made them feel more reliable than anyone else.

It seems that no one can be trusted, but if there is a problem, Mr. Yin Yang can definitely be trusted.

Zhang Hao walked to the body and opened the wooden box.

The box is filled with tools for sewing corpses.

After Zhang Hao took out a needle, he looked at Old Liu's body and waved to Huo Xiuer.

"Come and help me."

"Look carefully and feel my movements."

Huo Xiuer nodded, walked to Zhang Hao with rice in her arms, and then glanced at the needle and thread in the wooden box.

This sight really gave me a shock.

The needles in the wooden box were actually smaller than ordinary sewing needles.

At the same time, there is also flesh-colored thread in the box.

If you take out a single piece of this thread, you may not be able to see it in front of your eyes, because it is too thin, even thinner than a hair.

That is, only when they are all stacked together can Huo Xiuer see this very thin line.

Seeing Zhang Hao picking up one end of a thin wire, Huo Xiuer couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Oh my God……"

"Such a thin thread, such a small needle..."

"I feel like I'll have to practice for a long time just to thread the needle."

Zhang Hao glanced at Huo Xiuer, then said seriously.

"Threading the needle is not even an entry."

"But there are rules to this kind of thing after all. As long as you practice hard, you can still learn it."

"Everyone in the Yin Yang Inn has unique skills. There is absolutely no mediocre person."

"It doesn't mean that if I teach you, you will be my apprentice; it doesn't mean that if I teach you, you will be a member of the Yin Yang Inn."

“If you want to become a member of Yin Yang Inn, you must work hard.”

"If you don't have talent, make up for it with sweat."

Huo Xiuer looked at Zhang Hao and nodded solemnly after a while.

"Don't worry, Master. Since I'm your apprentice, I will definitely not embarrass you."

"It will not bring shame to the Yin Yang Inn."

"It will never become a burden to the Yin Yang Inn!" Zhang Hao nodded slightly, then looked at the thread in his hand. He then threw the thread end upwards, and immediately the thread as thin as a cicada silk drew an arc in the wind.

Although the line was very thin, it felt very heavy and was not blown away by the wind. Instead, it was thrown up and then fell vertically again not long after.

Then, Zhang Hao slammed the table hard, and the needle in the wooden box flew out of the box.

As it went up and down, you could see the thin thread passing directly through the silver needle without any error.

Huo Xiu'er originally wanted to see if there was any trick, but after seeing Zhang Hao threading the needle in this way, her heart suddenly sank and she muttered secretly.

This?
I clearly know what's going on in my head, but if I were asked to do it, I just couldn't achieve the same effect as Zhang Hao.

Not to mention the stunt of threading a needle in the air, even if Huo Xiuer put on reading glasses, held the needle in one hand and the thread in the other, she might not be able to successfully thread the needle through the tiny needle hole.

The needle and thread were so fine that Huo Xiuer shook her head and sighed.

It is already so difficult to get started with Yin-Yang suturing, it is hard to imagine how difficult it will be later on.

Huo Xiu'er had already had a vague premonition of the subsequent challenges, but Zhang Hao's next move left her stunned.

After Zhang Hao easily threaded the needle, he accurately aimed at the skin of the corpse, as if he was performing a delicate operation.

He skillfully inserted the flesh-colored thread along the lines on the skin, and then sewed the two wounds tightly together like sewing clothes.

After the wound was sutured, the threads were so thin that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The entire wound was smooth and wrinkle-free, like a complete piece of human skin, and the threads seemed to have become a natural texture on the skin.

Zhang Hao cleverly filled the missing pieces of meat on Old Liu's body with straw.

After his sewing, Old Liu's appearance gradually recovered and the wounds on his body began to disappear.

Huo Xiu'er witnessed all this and was secretly amazed in her heart. It would be difficult to master such a skill without three to five years of hard practice.

This process lasted for three hours. After three hours, only the last wound remained on Old Liu's body.

At this moment, Zhang Hao suddenly stood up, walked to the scarecrow, glanced at the talisman paper on the scarecrow, and nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.

"Well, everything has been collected." He said, "Next, we just need to introduce the soul into the body."

Fatty Wang, Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin took a closer look and found that Old Liu was completely different from before.

The old Liu was now unrecognizable, with wounds all over his body from wolf bites, and there was hardly a single intact spot.

But after Zhang Hao's careful sewing, the body seemed to be restored to its original state. Apart from the wound Zhang Hao deliberately left, there was almost no sign of injury. The three looked at each other, shocked.

"Wow, this is too amazing, right? They can actually repair Old Liu's body to this extent! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it!" Fatty Wang exclaimed.

“Fatty, don’t tell me. If it were me, I wouldn’t believe it either. But we all saw it just now. This was indeed sewn stitch by stitch by stitch by Brother Zhang Hao!” Hao Xie echoed.

"Yes, the shopkeeper is amazing! I never thought he had such skills!" Zhang Qilin also exclaimed.

They curiously asked Zhang Hao about sewing up the ghosts, only to see Zhang Hao holding needle and thread and whispering spells to the scarecrow.

As he chanted, he pinched the needle with two fingers, and a faint fluorescent light appeared on his hand. Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin were not unfamiliar with this fluorescent light, because they felt the spiritual power in it.

They looked at each other and said at the same time: "Could it be that spiritual power is the thread?" They had already guessed the answer in their hearts.

That’s right, Zhang Hao is now using spiritual power as a thread to stitch together Old Liu’s broken soul.

Compared to sewing corpses, sewing souls is more mysterious.

This process did not take long. An hour later, Zhang Hao casually inserted the silver needle into his clothes, and then tore off the talisman paper on the scarecrow.

He stuffed the talisman paper into the body, then took out the needle and thread again and sewed the body up completely.

At this moment, Old Liu's body was completely restored.

But when stitching the last piece of skin, Zhang Hao deliberately left some scars to ensure that the corpse would not become a living dead.

He clapped his hands, put the needle and thread into the box, and said calmly: "Okay, Old Liu's body has been mended."

After hearing Zhang Hao's words, the village chief and several villagers gathered around the corpse and walked around it several times before stopping.

Their faces were filled with disbelief and they all praised Zhang Hao's skills.

Zhang Hao shook his head and smiled, saying that this was just his duty. He looked at the village chief and continued, "The next step is to pick a suitable day and bury the body during the Yin period. It will take a few days for the body and soul to merge, so it is best to choose a date three days later."

The village chief nodded in agreement and asked a question about funeral customs.

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, saying that although wearing a mask for burial was somewhat useless, it did not have much impact. He shook his head and said, "That's fine. The rest will be done according to your funeral customs."

Fatty Wang, Zhang Qilin and Hao Xie also came over and looked at Old Liu's body, their hearts full of admiration.

They all praised Zhang Hao's superb skills, and it was almost impossible to see the wound. Zhang Qilin was thinking about whether he could still perform necromancy after sewing the soul into the body.

Just as they were about to leave, Zhang Hao suddenly said in a deep voice: "Okay, the burial is left to you. Let's go back to the inn first." After that, his face darkened, and he looked at everyone and said, "Let's go! Something is wrong with the inn, it seems like something has passed through!"

"Something feels wrong?" Zhang Qilin, Fatty Wang and Hao Xie looked at each other, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Could it be that Zhang Hao noticed something unusual?
At Zhang Hao's reminder, everyone began to carefully feel the changes around them. They found that the Yin Qi in Fengmen Village seemed to have suddenly become extremely strong, as if many ghosts had gathered there, and even suppressed their Yang Qi.

"What's going on? Why has the Yin energy suddenly become so heavy?" Zhang Qilin frowned and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual.

Hao Xie glanced at the courtyard of Old Liu's house, then turned to Zhang Hao: "Boss, could it be the ghost of Old Liu?"

Zhang Qilin shook his head and denied Hao Xie's guess: "It's not him. The ghost of Old Liu has been sewn into the body by the shopkeeper. Even if there is Yin Qi seeping out, it shouldn't be so huge. Moreover, this Yin Qi carries the power of Hades. It should be the Yin messenger of the underworld."

Fatty Wang looked at Zhang Qilin in shock: "Brother Qilin, do you understand so much now? We didn't feel anything, but you already knew who was coming!"

Then, Fatty Wang turned to Zhang Hao and couldn't help asking, "Boss, is what Brother Qilin said true?"

Hao Xie also frowned and looked at Zhang Qilin. Although his main job was paper-making, he was also good at driving corpses and summoning spirits. His sensitivity to ghosts was second only to Zhang Hao.

At this moment, he also felt something unusual, but unlike Zhang Qilin, he could not feel the power of the underworld just from the yin energy.

Zhang Hao nodded and confirmed, "Yes, Brother Qilin is right. This Yin Qi carries the power of Hades, which should be the ghosts of Hades. Moreover, it is difficult for other forces to accomplish such a battle. The number of ghosts coming this time should be quite a lot."

He paused and continued, "We have to go back to the inn early to prepare, so as not to be taken advantage of by these guys."

Hao Xie looked at Zhang Hao in confusion and asked, "Boss, don't we have many magic arrays set up in our inn? They shouldn't be able to get in, right?"

Zhang Hao shook his head slightly and explained, "There are indeed many magic arrays in the inn, but those magic arrays are mainly used to deal with little ghosts. For some powerful ghosts, such as the fifth-rank ghost commanders in the underworld, they may use their strength to open the fog array of the moat and enter the Yin-Yang Inn. Moreover, without my supervision, the magic array in the inn will find it difficult to stop the fifth-rank ghost messenger. After all, many magic tools and underworld tools, although powerful in themselves, are difficult to exert their maximum power if no one uses them."

He further said: "The effects of magic arrays and underworld tools depend largely on people. The actual effect of magic arrays or underworld tools alone is limited. Therefore, if there is no one in the inn, the effect of those magic arrays will be greatly reduced. Moreover, I can feel that there is a strong underworld power among the underworld messengers who came this time. They should be of great origin."

When everyone heard this, their faces suddenly changed.

Zhang Hao felt that this person was not a small figure, so it was obvious that something was really going to happen in the inn. (End of this chapter)