Jing Yuan followed me and sat on the bench.

Said: "Do you know what the secret technique used by Qin Zhanting is?"

I shook my head: "I haven't seen it before. Can you tell me about it?"

Sometimes I feel that after hanging out with Jing Yuan for a long time, I will really learn a lot of knowledge that is difficult to explain scientifically.

"Southwestern Corpse Sewing Technique." Jing Yuan's words completely shocked me.

Listen, sew a corpse?

Could it be a good skill?

"Tell me about it?" But the more this happened, the more curious I became to know.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at me with a smile, and raised his hand to scratch the tip of my nose.

In a doting tone: "I'm so curious in one day."

I took his hand and shook it: "Tell me."

"Okay." He never refuses my request.

Then, a low voice began to speak slowly.

"The Southwestern Corpse Sewing Technique originated in the villages in the southwest of my country. Many years ago, bandits were rampant there. The technique they used was a chariot made of wood filled with sharp blades."

"When the chariot enters the village, it is a 'monster' that no one can defeat."

"But the villagers who were caught in the blades of this wooden cart became dead souls."

"Even their corpses are mutilated."

"Crushed, broken arms, broken legs, everything."

"After the bloody battle, each village became a graveyard for gangsters to show off their war record."

When I heard this, it seemed as if the bloody scene appeared before my eyes.

It was as if the scene flashed before my eyes like a slide.

The villagers who defend their homeland swear to protect their families to the death.

But he was caught in the sharp blades of those murderous gangsters.

They were wailing, in pain, and were drawn into the chariot covered in blood.

The cries of my family members were intertwined and echoed in my mind.

I took a deep breath and felt myself awake again!

"Did you see it?" Jing Yuan's eyes looked worried: "I didn't expect your thoughts to be so strong."

I gasped for air and waited for a long time before I felt my breathing became smoother.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like I saw something?"

It was as if I was in it myself.

It's like seeing it with your own eyes!

Jing Yuan stretched out his hand, kissed my forehead, and helped me clear away the remaining thoughts in my mind.

His gentle movements and cool palms made me feel much more comfortable.

Those horrific scenes were swept away bit by bit.

"Is it better?" He said solemnly: "I shouldn't have explained it to you in such detail."

I rubbed my forehead, which was a bit settled because of the scene just now.

"Jing Yuan, how could I see those pictures?"

It seemed like I was just listening to him telling me stories, but why did I feel like I was actually there?

That kind of picture is so strong!

Jing Yuan slowly leaned over and put his forehead against mine.

He whispered: "That's because you and I are of the same mind."

"When I tell you about this, you can follow me into it."

"Empathy." He finally said these two words again.

I probably understand because I have been with him for a long time.

Gradually you get used to his breath, and then this happens.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked with concern.

"It's okay." I had calmed down my inner emotions.

After calming down, I really felt that the scene just now was so shocking.

Finally regaining my composure, I raised my head and looked at him: "What happened next?"

Jing Yuan made sure that I returned to normal before continuing.

"Later, after each massacre, the family members of the villagers who died in the war would look for their relatives among the bloody corpses, but there was no way to tell them apart."

"A traveling magician passed by this place. When he saw this tragic situation, he felt that he couldn't bear it, so he used his unique technique to sew all the corpses of these people together. Every corpse was actually theirs.

Body!"
Chapter completed!