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Chapter 13 Big Reward

Winter, especially the once-in-a-hundred-year severe cold season.

There are always a lot of people who die.

After all, this era is not like the world Yu Chen remembered in his previous life, with advanced medical skills, he could even saw off his forehead and then sew it up, and let the patient lie down for three to five months before jumping around like a normal person.

In this world, seeing a doctor is not so easy.

It is difficult for some poor people, especially the elderly, to survive a storm.

So this year, the corpse movers also worked very hard.

"Tomb watcher, have you had lunch?"

The strong corpse mover buried the corpse in the soil and put up a sign. Seeing Yu Chen sitting at the door, he went up to say hello and complained: "It's cold, and there are many dead people." , and most of them are lonely and widowed families, committing crimes!"

"Eat." Yu Chen nodded, chatting with each other: "So, living a day is a day!"

After hearing this, the corpse mover thought that Yu Chen sighed because he thought of his own identity as a criminal, coughed twice in embarrassment, and stopped talking about it.

Perhaps because of the special occupation, the common people avoid the corpse mover.

So Yu Chen, who was visiting the grave on Qingfeng Mausoleum, became his talking point over time.

——Everyone is a low-ranking person, so don't dislike anyone.

And although Yu Chen didn't like to talk much, he was also happy to hear all kinds of gossip about the county town down the mountain from the corpse mover, so as to know what big and small things happened in the county town.

——He who runs around listens a lot and knows a lot.

No, within a quarter of an hour, Yu Chen learned of two major events in the county from the mouth of the corpse mover.

A Jinyang merchant pair recruited people to transport goods to Yunyang, and an old man of the Wang family offered a huge reward to the "white ghost" tiger.

With a heartbeat, I couldn't help muttering to myself.

Hundred taels of silver?

Damn rich!
You must know the current price of goods in Weishui, a few taels of silver is a life, and the son of Mrs. Sun was crushed to death while moving the goods, so she only paid two taels of silver.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for a penniless poor man to go to Tianqiao to buy a house and a shop, and live a peaceful life; of course, it is also enough for the girls in Huaqing Tower to take turns serving them for a year or so.

Each has its own way of living.

Emotions surged, but there was no expression on his face.

The corpse mover naturally didn't notice Yu Chen's strangeness, and continued: "There is one more thing, do you want to hear it?"

Yu Chen nodded, but did not reply.

The person who moved the corpse rolled his eyes, and wanted to show off, but he met Yu Chen, so he had to tell the story of Hanqiao Li Er one by one,

"It's strange to say, that's Li Er of Hanqiao! We are a well-known rascal in Weishui. Although we are nothing in the eyes of the real ruthless people in the south of the city, we are still one of the best in Hanqiao. !
This kind of tyrannical person actually knelt down and paid back the money on his own initiative. You said it wasn't that Mrs. Sun was haunted by ghosts, so what else could it be? "

"Maybe the prodigal son has turned back?" Yu Chen said perfunctorily, but he said in his heart that if there is a butcher's knife on his neck, no matter how cruel he is, he will be subdued?

"Who knows?" The corpse mover waved his hand, and after burning a cigarette, he was ready to pull the cart down the mountain.

At the end, as if thinking of something, she turned her head and said to Yu Chen,

"The beheaded knife face is big and strong, the shoemaker's family in Youfang Street, and Mr. Zhao from Tianqiao, plus this bully Li Er... In just ten days, the haunting incidents that spread in our Weishui River have already passed. Four stakes.

We are on the same line, and it is easier to encounter these unclean things, so you have to be more careful. Next time you go up the mountain, I will bring you a pot of black dog blood to ward off evil spirits! "

After all, he pulled the cart and went down the mountain.

Yu Chen was left behind, dumbfounded.

Frankly speaking, when the corpse mover said this, he was quite grateful.

After all, there are no relatives and no reason, and people are willing to think about you, whether it is useful or not, it is quite rare in this world.

Of course, Yu Chen doesn't really need the so-called black dog's blood to ward off evil spirits.

Because, the evil that the people who moved the corpse said was him.

Unsurprisingly, the corpses brought up by the corpse mover this time died in peace, without any unfulfilled wishes.

Into the ground is safe.

Naturally, the "task" of saving people's experience was not triggered.

And Yu Chen was not in a hurry, after lunch, he simply cleaned around the mausoleum, and beat the dragon and the tiger twice in a remote place, and dusk was approaching, and the moon and stars were thinning.

Another day and night passed by in vain.

Early the next morning, Yu Chen got up, punched once, changed into clean clothes, and then went down the mountain towards the Tianqiao area.

As a criminal, Yu Chen seldom had time to go to the overpass where rich and powerful families gathered in the Weishui River. Once he went, there must be something wrong.

Today is no exception.

Ever since he heard what the person who carried the corpse said yesterday that the old man Wang from the medicinal herb family offered a huge reward for the life of the tiger, Yu Chen's heart was a little moved.

He needs silver.

And this Weishui County is so big, and as a criminal, he has almost no way to make money legitimately.

The old man of the Wang family suddenly offered a reward of one hundred taels of silver for the life of the tiger on the mountain. For Yu Chen, it was an opportunity.

Anyway, people said that no matter who it is, as long as they can bring the corpse of the big worm, they will all give money.

Yu Chen's trip down the mountain is to see if this matter is true or not.

Overpass, in front of the royal mansion.

Sure enough, there were two servants who looked like servants, standing in front of a notice board, and on that board, the reward offered by Mr. Wang was clearly recorded, and the stamp of the Wang family was stamped on the back.

That's true!

Yu Chen understood, and was about to turn around and leave.

But suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light in the dense Wang family mansion, looming.

He was taken aback immediately.

Now this situation, he is very familiar with it.

It means that in the place of the dim light, there are dead people who will not rest in peace, and have unfulfilled wishes!

And at this moment, a servant beside the notice board thought Yu Chen was here to pay homage to their eldest son, walked over, cupped his hands and said, "Little Mister, if you want to pay homage, please come to the mourning hall."

Yu Chen was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he and the prince had never met before, so he could go in to worship?
"Master said, during the seventh period, there are three teachings and nine streams, and those who come are guests. If you want to pay homage to the eldest son, please come in." The servant said again.

Yu Chen didn't refuse. It was the first time he stepped into the gate of the Wang family, lit three sticks of incense, and placed them firmly in front of the coffin.

What I saw along the way, whether they were servants, domestic servants, or members of the Wang family, all looked sad.

This is hard to fake.

It is enough to see that the eldest son Wang is still a good person, otherwise these people would not be sad from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, in the coffin, amidst the flickering dim light, a vague figure slowly floated towards Yu Chen.

It's just that compared to the ghosts of Mr. Zhao and others, the soul of this young master Wang is very scary, only the upper half, and the chest and abdomen are more like being torn and bitten by some sharp things. The flesh and blood slumped all over the ground, slowly crawling over on the ground.

Even if Yu Chen was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but gasp.

My heart said that this death was too miserable.

The rumored car-cracking torture, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that?

After burning incense, Yu Chen was about to take the ghost of the prince back home, but at the gate of the mourning hall, he saw a group of people coming out of Wang's house.

The leader was a brawny man, with a burly figure, a bronze complexion, and an inch-thin head. He wore a short shirt in the winter, and his exposed muscles looked like a crouching dragon, full of wild strength.

While walking, it is also walking like a dragon and a tiger. At first glance, it looks like a practicing family.

What is even more concerning is that at the neckline of this big man, a terrible scar that seems to penetrate the entire body extends from the left shoulder down.

Immediately afterwards, he came out with a few burly men dressed in quack attire, who were extremely eye-catching in the well-behaved Wang family's house.

In the end, it was a rickety old man in a big jacket who escorted these people out of the back room. He escorted a few quacks to the door, cupped his hands and said, "I will leave the task of hunting down that big worm to you heroes! As long as you will When the corpse of the big worm is brought, one hundred taels of silver will be given immediately, and in the future, Zhengqing Gang will buy herbs at the shop belonging to my Wang family, and all of them will be discounted in half!"

Listening to such heroic words, how can it be someone else, naturally it can only be Mr. Wang who is the master of the Wang family.

And those gangsters are probably the well-known Zhengqing Gang in the chaotic south of Weishui City.

"Master Wang, don't worry!"

The big man in short shirt, headed by the Zhengqing Gang, clasped his fists, turned around and left without saying much.

And Yu Chen didn't stay long, and left after him.

Only the wrinkled face of Mr. Wang was left, and there was nothing worse than death.

(End of this chapter)