I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

Living?

Or a dead man?

Su Yu asked sharply.

Echoing in the tattoo parlor.

When Zeng Hui heard this question, he was stunned for several seconds.

Looking at Su Yu’s increasingly cold eyes, his heart trembled and he quickly replied.

“Dead man, dead man!”

“I sneak to funeral homes or morgues and cut off the heads of those dead people to make human head blues.”

“I definitely don’t dare to make porcelain from living people!”

Su Yu’s eyes flashed slightly, and he did not fully believe it.

With yin and yang gossip flashing in his eyes, he looked towards Zeng Hui.

After a few careful glances.

It was found that there was indeed no extreme resentment for the murder.

He also nodded without a trace

If Zeng Hui used the head of a living person to cut off the producer’s head blue.

For such evil people.

Su Yu naturally didn’t want to say more than half a sentence.

But just from the observation of the Yin Yang Heavenly Eye.

Indeed, he did not find that kind of resentment, but it was extremely majestic, and the ghost qi was entangled in it, and it was not far from death.

It’s not hard to understand either.

The original body was intact, but it was cut off by Zeng Hui.

Ended up in a situation where there is no corpse.

This practice.

Change to someone who is still alive.

It’s not much different from the ancestral grave.

So it’s normal to be haunted by ghosts.

It can even be said.

It’s not easy to live that long.

Zeng Hui no longer hidden, clasped his hands together quite nervously, and asked in a trembling voice.

“Master Su, am I still saved?”

Su Yu looked at Zeng Hui’s hopeful eyes and shook his head.

“It’s not saved!”

“Fast is three days, slow is five days, and you will surely die without a corpse.”

Hear this sentence.

Zeng Hui’s face was extremely pale, his eyes had lost their brilliance, and he leaned weakly behind the sofa.

After a moment of silence.

Zeng Hui’s voice was hoarse, and his tone was extremely lonely.

“In fact, I also know that when I decide to make a head, it will inevitably die.”

“I’m not afraid of death, and my only regret is that I haven’t been able to produce the human head blue that I am truly satisfied with.”

While here.

Zeng Hui paused for a few seconds, and began to tell his story with a somewhat confused look in his eyes.

“I was born in Changnan Town, which is known as the Porcelain Capital, and my family is a famous local porcelain family, and the blue and white porcelain made is even second to none.”

“So what I grew up with was not toys, but all kinds of porcelain, and I also loved these kinds of porcelain from the bottom of my heart.”

“I dropped out of school after junior high school to learn how to make blue and white porcelain from my father, and I was also very talented, and in just five years, I learned all the techniques.”

“It can even be said that the blue and white porcelain I fired is even better than what my father made.”

“But in my opinion, these blue and white porcelain are not good at all, without a trace of aura, they are just porcelain.”

“I started not to be satisfied with the status quo, I wanted to make something different.”

Speaking of which.

Zeng Hui suddenly stopped, looked at Su Yu with sharp eyes and asked.

“Master Su, do you know that feeling?”

“It’s the kind of person who thinks you’ve done the extreme, but you know in your heart that this is not enough, it can be better!”

When a man dies, his words are good.

Su Yu squinted at Zeng Hui, neither agreeing nor opposing.

Just silently is to be a listener.

Zeng Hui didn’t wait for Su Yu to answer, and continued to talk to himself.

“Finally, one day, in an ancient book, I saw one of the top blue and white porcelain, the name is – human head blue.”

“I started trying to make this so-called human head blue, but whether I tried dog heads, pig heads, bull heads or even tiger heads, I found that I couldn’t make human head blues.”

“Don’t say it’s made, you can’t even mold it, and that’s when I understood one thing.”

“Human head blue can only be made from human heads.”

“But I have no place to take people’s heads, it’s a dead knot, until one day.”

Zeng Hui suddenly picked it up with some excitement, and the head of the person on the coffee table mountain was blue.

Carefully rubbed it with great pity.

“That time my father died in an accident, I cut off his head one night and burned it to the ground.”

“When I first fired it, I had forgotten what it was like.”

“But I vividly remember that I didn’t close my eyes all night because of the excitement.”

“It’s the one I’m holding in my hand now, a human head blue made of my father’s head.”

Su Yu took another serious look at the human head blue in Zeng Hui’s hand, and secretly gasped.

Make a human head blue with his own father’s head.

How frightening this must be.

Zeng Hui gently placed the head blue in his hand on the coffee table and continued with excitement.

“Since then, I have known that it is really only human heads that can be burned into human head blue.”

“That luster, that pattern, that wonderful bulge, I am fascinated.”

“But I know it’s not yet, I haven’t done it to the extreme, I haven’t burned a human head with dark incense.”

“So I started like a thief, going in and out of hospital morgues and funeral parlors everywhere and cutting off the heads of corpses.”

“They’re all dead anyway, and it’s okay to borrow your head for me.”

“From one, to ten, to a hundred.”

“I don’t know how many dead people’s heads have been cut off over the years, men, women and children, all kinds of ways to die.”

“But I haven’t been able to burn the kind of top-notch human head blue and white porcelain I want.”

“A few days ago, the heads of various ghosts appeared in my eyes, and I knew that I would not live long.”

“But I’m not done yet, the kind of human head blue and white porcelain I want, I’m unwilling, I’m really unwilling.”

Naturally, there is no need to say more later.

In order to be able to continue to fulfill his obsession, he concealed what he did.

Came to the tattoo shop.

Hope for a way to survive.

After listening to Zeng Hui’s story, Su Yu exhaled a turbid breath.

For some reason.

At this time, he turned out to be a little pitiful Zeng Hui, but the poor person finally had something to hate.

This is the end of the matter, and death is certain.

After Su Yu hesitated for a moment, he slowly spoke.

“That’s it.”

“Have you ever regretted it on this road?”