Winter, especially this cold season that only happens once in a century.

There are always so many people dying.

After all, this era is not like the world that Yu Chen remembered in his previous life. Medical skills are so advanced that one can even saw open the forehead, tinker with it together and then sew it together. After letting the patient lie down for three to five months, he can still jump around like a normal person.

Seeing a doctor is not that easy in this world.

Some poor people, especially the elderly, find it difficult to survive a snowstorm.

So this year, the corpse movers were also working extremely hard.

"Gravekeeper, have you had lunch?"

The strong corpse mover buried the body in the soil and put up a sign. Seeing Yu Chen sitting at the door, he stepped forward to say hello and complained: "It's freezing and there are many dead people."

, and most of them are lonely people who commit crimes!"

"Eat." Yu Chen nodded, chatting with each other: "So, live one day at a time!"

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

Perhaps because of their special profession, people avoid corpse movers.

Therefore, Yu Chen, who visited the grave at Qingfengling Mausoleum, became his talking partner over time.

——We are all low-level people, so don’t dislike anyone.

Although Yu Chen didn't like to talk much, he was happy to listen to the corpse movers talking about all kinds of gossip about the county at the foot of the mountain, so as to understand what big and small things happened in the county.

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

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

A businessman from Jinyang recruited people to transport goods to Yunyang, and an old man from the Wang family offered a large reward for the "white ghost" insect.

My heart moved, and I couldn't help but murmur to myself.

Hundred taels of silver?

He's so fucking rich!

You know the current price of goods in Weishui. A few taels of silver means a life. When Mrs. Sun's son was smashed to death while carrying goods, he only paid a few taels of silver.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for a poor man with nothing to buy a house and a shop in Tianqiao, and live a stable life for a lifetime; of course, it is also enough for the girls in Huaqing House to take turns waiting for him for a year and a half.

Everyone has their own way of living.

His mind was surging, but his face showed no emotion.

Naturally, the corpse mover didn't notice anything strange about Yu Chen, and continued, "There's one more thing, do you want to hear it?"

Yu Chen nodded and didn't reply.

The corpse mover rolled his eyes and wanted to give it away, but when he met Yu Chen, he had to tell the story about Hanqiao Li Er.

"Strange to say, that's Hanqiao Li Er! We in Weishui are famous for being scoundrels. Although they are nothing in the eyes of the real ruthless people in the south of the city, our reputation in Hanqiao is still one of the best.

!

Such a arrogant person actually knelt down and paid back the money. You said this is not the ghost of Mrs. Sun, so what else is possible?"

"Perhaps the prodigal son has turned back?" Yu Chen said perfunctorily, but in his heart he said that if there was a butcher's knife on his neck, no matter how cruel he was, he would have to give in.

"Who knows?" The corpse mover waved his hand, finished burning a cigarette, and prepared to pull the cart down the mountain.

Finally, as if he remembered something, he turned to Yu Chen and said,

"The beheaded sword-faced man, the shoemaker's family on Youfang Street, Mr. Zhao from Tianqiao, and the bully Li Er... In just ten days, the hauntings reported in Weishui have already

Four piles.

Since we work in the same industry, we are more likely to encounter these unclean things, so we have to be more careful. Next time we go up the mountain, I will bring you a pot of black dog blood to ward off evil and protect yourself!"

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

Yu Chen was left dumbfounded.

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

After all, if you have no relatives or friends, people are willing to think of you well, regardless of 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 person mentioned by the corpse mover is him.

As expected, the corpses brought up by the corpse movers this time died with their eyes closed and had no unfulfilled wishes.

Rest in peace.

Naturally, the "mission" of saving people's sutras was not triggered.

Yu Chen was not in a hurry. After lunch, he simply cleaned a circle of the mausoleum and went to a remote place twice to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger. Dusk was approaching and the moon and stars were sparse.

Another day and night passed by in vain.

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

As a criminal, Yu Chen rarely had time to go to the overpass where wealthy people gathered on the Weishui River. Once he went, something would definitely happen.

Today is no exception.

Ever since he heard what the corpse mover said yesterday that Mr. Wang from a family of medicinal herbs offered a huge bounty for the head of an insect, Yu Chen felt a little moved in his heart.

He needs money.

And since Weishui County is such a big city, there are almost no ways for him to make money legitimately as a criminal.

This old man from the Wang family suddenly offered a reward of a hundred taels of silver for the head of a big insect on the mountain, which was an opportunity for Yu Chen.

Anyway, people said, no matter who can bring the big insect's head, they will be paid.

Yu Chen went down the mountain this time just to see if this thing was true or not.

Overpass, in front of the Wang family residence.

Sure enough, there were two servants who looked like servants, standing in front of a sign, and on that sign, Mr. Wang's reward was clearly recorded, with the Wang family stamp on the back.

Absolutely true!

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

But suddenly he caught a glimpse of a vague light in the dense Wang family mansion.

He was immediately stunned.

Now, he is extremely familiar with this situation.

This means that in that dim light, there are dead people who have never closed their eyes and have unresolved wishes!

At this moment, a servant by the notice board thought that Yu Chen was here to pay homage to their eldest son, so he came over, cupped his hands and said, "Young sir, if you want to pay homage, please come to the mourning hall."

Yu Chen was stunned and thought to himself that he and Mr. Wang were strangers, so how could he go in to worship?

"The master said that during the seventh period, there are three religions and nine streams. The visitor is a guest. If you, sir, want to pay homage to the eldest son, please come in." The servant said again.

Yu Chen didn't refuse. He stepped into the Wang family's door for the first time, lit three sticks of incense, and placed them firmly in front of the coffin.

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

This is difficult to fake.

It is enough to show that Mr. Wang is usually a good person, otherwise these people would not be sad from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, in the coffin, amid the flickering light, an ethereal figure floated slowly towards Yu Chen.

But compared to the ghosts of Mr. Zhao and others, the soul of Mr. Wang is extremely scary. It only has the upper half, and the chest and abdomen are more like being torn and bitten by something sharp. The intestines

Flesh and blood drooped all over the ground, slowly crawling over.

Even though Yu Chen was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

I thought it would be too miserable to die.

Is the rumored car-breaking torture just like that?

After offering incense, Yu Chen was about to take the ghost of Prince Wang back, but at the entrance of the mourning hall, he saw a group of people walking out of the Wang family room.

The leader was a strong man, with a tall build, bronze complexion, and a short shaved head. He wore a short shirt in the winter, and his exposed muscles looked like a coiled dragon, full of a sense of wild strength.

When walking, he is also walking like a dragon and a tiger. At first glance, he is a practicing master.

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

Immediately after him, there were several strong men who followed him out. They looked like gangsters, and they were very eye-catching in the well-behaved Wang family house.

Finally, the person who escorted these people out of the back room was a rickety old man wearing a big coat. He walked a few Jianghu guests to the door and said with his hands: "The battle against that big insect will be left to all the heroes! As long as you will

When you bring the big insect head, you will be given a hundred taels of silver immediately, and from now on, any herbs purchased by the Zhengqing Gang at the shop owned by my Wang family will be discounted in half!"

Hearing these arrogant words, who else could it be? It could only be Mr. Wang, the head of the Wang family.

And those Jianghu gangsters are probably the famous Zhengqing gang in the chaotic area south of Weishui City.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang!"

The big man in a short shirt who was the leader of the Zhengqing Gang clasped his fists and turned around without saying much.

Yu Chen didn't stay too long and left.
Chapter completed!