I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

A sewer, a person who embalms the dead.

As the old saying goes, after a person dies, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and they are safe in the soil. It is important to die with a whole body. If the body is buried without arms or legs, it is a taboo and will bring ominous disasters.

I met someone who was so unlucky that he couldn't even enter the reincarnation, and he became a lonely ghost in the world.

Ghosts are not so easy to be.

Those who can harm people are more or less lucky. Only when they encounter a place with a lot of yin energy or a yin artifact can they open their minds and remember things from previous lives.

Most of them were in a daze, wandering around the world, and ended up with their souls scattered.

Russell looked at the red coffin in front of him, and he had already thought about it. These people might die fiercely, and there are nine out of ten limbs that are not healthy.

At this time, the help of the corpse stitcher is needed.

Uncle Nine is only responsible for cleaning up the corpse, removing the unclean things first, and then the next step can be done after the seamstress finishes sewing.

If you are rich and have descendants, you can choose a piece of land, erect a tombstone, burn some paper money, and pray for a good family in your next life, without suffering and suffering, and be like a cow or a horse.

Those who have no money, those who are not claimed, cremation and ashes are one-stop, anyway, they are lonely ghosts, which saves a lot of things.

Speaking of which, Russell grew up so big, but he had never heard of any messy graves nearby.

Even for beggars on the street and those unclaimed dead, the government will be responsible for the dragon that takes the corpse from sewing to burial, as if it is afraid of what it is.

Only those who die like this will be sent to Uncle Jiu to be 'disinfected'.

"Little brother, let me tell you, this thing is miraculous."

In the end, Wencai couldn't control his mouth. This is how people who hear things are like this, hiding in their hearts.

"This third is the apprentice of Gu Yuzhai. The shopkeeper treats him very well, including food and shelter, and even teaches him skills."

In troubled times, it is a rare job to learn a craft, even if it is an unpopular antique.

Apprentices are difficult and difficult, pay attention to human rights?

There is no shortage of frozen bones on the street.

If you want to do evil, you have to have that capital.

Have you ever heard that troublesome people come out of poor mountains and bad waters?

Although Ren Jiazhen has not reached that point, they are all dealers, and none of them has two strengths.

Renjia Town is just that big, surrounded by folks from the village, who look up not as masters but as uncles who bow down.

With a shout, it was the number one hundred and ten who shouted. Which villain has such courage?

If a person does not pay for his life, the private law is even worse than the national law, and he is directly beaten to death with a stick. Who doesn't applaud.

"Little brother, guess what happened next?"

Russell pinched his fingers, whispered 1234567, and then raised his brows, "I stole the money."

"God!"

Wen Cai slapped his thigh violently, "Oh, little junior brother, you are amazing. How come you are just like the master, you can pinch and forget."

Russell smiled without saying a word.

"That Zhang San is really not a thing. Not only did he steal 600 yuan from the shopkeeper's store, but he also took a lot of good things, and ran away directly."

Wen Cai cursed, "A wolf-hearted thing, the shopkeeper shouldn't have taken him in back then, and let him starve to death on the street!"

600 ocean?

Luo Su was thoughtful, that Zhang San probably found out that he was cheated after seeing the middle-aged man who bought the jade not return.

This is also a ruthless person, knowing that he was cheated, he ran away with the rest of the shopkeeper's money, and brought a lot of good things.

Although there are many fake things in antique shops, it is difficult for shoppers to tell the real from the fake.

But this can't be hidden from the eyes of the apprentices in the shop. Which one the shopkeeper likes the most on weekdays must be clear.

As the saying goes, guard against everything, but it is difficult to guard against house thieves.

Chapter 33 Return to the original owner

Wen Cai cursed a few words, suddenly consciously, something was wrong.

The coffin is still lying in front of her!

Isn't this talking bad about others in front of others?

Hey, no, isn't this being in front of a ghost and speaking ill of ghosts?

Wen Cai suddenly felt a chill behind his back and shrank his neck, always feeling that there were two eyes staring at him secretly.

Panicked.

He took three sticks of incense from the side, and slowly handed it to the junior brother.

Russell rolled his eyes. It's really interesting. Uncle Jiu's apprentice is afraid of ghosts. If Uncle Jiu finds out, he will probably be pissed off for another day.

Seeing Wen Cai's flustered little eyes, Russell sighed helplessly, stretched out his little hand, and took a pinch of the three incense sticks.

The incense is lit.

Wen Cai smiled happily.

The three sticks of incense were inserted firmly in front of Zhang San's coffin.

I thought everything would be fine, but Wencai always felt that something was wrong. Looking at the three incense sticks, two of them were burning very fast, and one was burning very slowly.

Two short and one long! ! !

Wen Cai's face turned pale, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he stuttered, "Junior Brother, is there that one up there?"

That naturally refers to ghosts, so you can't speak directly.

Wencai knew that Luo Su had opened his eyes, looked at the weird Xiang in front of him, and had a guess in his heart, but he couldn't see it, and his heart panicked even more.

Russell looked at the three sticks of incense with a strange expression, and nodded seriously, "Yes!"

He was not lying, a water ghost, a phantom ghost, and two ghosts, each with a stick of incense, their heads almost bumping into each other, and they were still sucking desperately, their faces full of intoxication.

Uncle Nine's incense, so what's the point?

Wen Cai's eyes widened, and he almost fainted.

"Brother, what are you afraid of, isn't it me?"

Wen Cai was startled, thought for a while, and suddenly realized, yes, there is a junior brother here, what the hell are you afraid of?

He is also someone with a background.

Russell waved his hand and winked, the water ghost reluctantly raised his head, and the phantom ghost had a happy face, sucking heavily on the incense in the middle.

After a while, the three sticks of incense grew equally long.

"Senior brother, look, isn't the fragrance just as long now?"

Wencai looked at it, not to mention, the three incense sticks are really the same length.

Junior brother is awesome!

There was a trace of weirdness in his heart, but there was a feeling that he couldn't tell. Where was the weirdness?

"cough!"

Russell let out a dry cough, and diverted Wen Cai's attention, "Brother, you continue to talk about Zhang San, what happened to the outlaw lunatic?"

Wen Cai turned around, not noticing the strange change of the three sticks of incense in front of the three coffins behind him.

For a while, two short and one long, for a while, one short, one medium and one long, and for a while, one short and two long.

No matter how you look at it, it is not the incense burnt by ordinary people. If it is an ordinary person, maybe it really scares the psychological shadow.

"Talk about the outlaw lunatic!" Wen Cai muttered, and for some reason, he always felt that Zhang San's name matched the outlaw lunatic very well, and he pronounced it very smoothly.

I don't know why the junior brother called Zhang San an outlaw lunatic, isn't he lying in the coffin?

Is there another Zhang San?

"The extrajudicial lunatic ran away with Dayang and the antiques, hehe, junior brother, you are counting your fingers, what happened next?"

what's going on?

In a coffin, of course.

Russell was speechless, why didn't he see that his brother was like a storyteller, and he liked to cut off the update when it was critical.

With a pinch of his fingers, he said 1234 with his pretended mouth, "I've counted it!"

"What counted?"

"Zhang San will play chess with you tonight!"

Wen Cai shivered, "Where is it? I don't want to do it. It's okay if Duke Zhou's daughter asks me to play chess, Zhang San?"

He shook his head violently, "No, no, I saw his miserable death, it's a bit too perverted."

Russell snorted, "Senior brother, you're playing tricks here, be careful I can't suppress it alone, Zhang San climbed into your bed in the middle of the night, and talked to you about dreams."

"I also heard from my master that the three of them ran away in the morning and died tragically on the barren mountain path in the afternoon. They were spotted by the hunter who went up the mountain and hurriedly reported to the police."

Wen Cai said in a low voice, "Nine times out of ten, I met a bad person, my money was looted, and I was nailed to a tree!"

He sighed, "What a great hatred!"

The purpose of nailing people's five limbs to trees is to prevent them from becoming ghosts and seek revenge from them.

Russell was also a little surprised. It is indeed common to kill people and rob money, but it is not that simple to achieve this level.

"The master said something at the time, the enemy's road is just narrow. I didn't understand what it meant. I guess it was an acquaintance."

Enemy road is narrow?

Russell's face was strange. He remembered that he saw the middle-aged rich man, his servant, and the young man yesterday. They happened to be three people.

Looking up again, the four coffins in front of him, excluding Zhang San'er, happened to match up.

No name, no one to collect the body, this is also true.

The three of them looked like they came from other places to cheat. Naturally, outsiders are helpless in their hometown and have no acquaintances. How could they have relatives to collect the corpse?