"Her name is Gu Nianhua, and she is my new disciple. How is it? Do you see something extraordinary about her?"
When Uncle Jiu said this, he looked embarrassed.
Standing opposite Gu Nianhua, Lao Lin took a closer look, was startled, and murmured: "Lao Jiu, you finally found a good seedling."
Gu Nianhua maintained her manners and said with a smile, "Mr. Lin, you've given me the compliment."
Uncle Jiu looked very proud.
After welcoming the old man into the house, Wen Cai offered Yuqian Longjing.
Drawing on the previous question, he continued: "The person who invited me over was Mr. Lei from the Black Tiger Gang. His son was hit by a car and his flesh and blood were mutilated. I went to sew his body and got involved in the fight between him and the Beihai Gang.
My good friend reacted quickly and killed a few bastards from the Beihai Gang before running out."
Uncle Jiu knew in his heart that the provincial capital's strategic location was a battleground for warlords. There were a lot of troubles, both overtly and covertly, which was why he didn't want to stay there.
"If there's any trouble..."
Before Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Lao Lin put down his teacup and burst into laughter: "You don't know what I'm doing? You don't need to worry about it. If those bastards dare to come here, I'll chop their heads off."
Sew them up again.”
Hearing what he said, Uncle Jiu didn't talk nonsense. The two of them just talked, catching up on old times and talking about their recent experiences.
But when Uncle Jiu mentioned the handsome mark he discovered yesterday, the old man in front of him narrowed his eyes and then lowered his head to drink tea, covering up the past very well.
After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Old Lin started to complain like a normal person, "I mean, no wonder so many people came to invite me when I first came to town. It turns out that's why."
Uncle Jiu laughed when he heard this and said, "Who told you to do this art of sewing corpses? No one around here knows it."
After the headshot incident occurred in the Ren family, everyone was looking for the corpse stitcher.
As the old saying goes, when you are buried in peace, you must die with your body intact.
It is unlucky to bury a mutilated corpse, as it will bring bad luck and harm future generations.
Fortunately, these days, the method of refrigerating air is not uncommon, and the corpses are still preserved and have not rotted.
Just wait for the corpse stitcher to come back, sew it up, and then arrange for the body to be buried.
Gu Nianhua was pretty next to Uncle Jiu. After hearing this, after thinking about it for a while, her beautiful eyes blinked and she was a little confused: "Mr. Lin, if it is broken into pieces, can it be sewn back together?"
Lin Laoyi was amused and said nonchalantly: "What's so difficult about this? Glue the broken skulls together, get some pork head meat and cut out the shape of the facial features. They are all dead anyway. Just have a head, and it doesn't matter if they are ugly or not."
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Gu Nianhua: "..."
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After Mr. Lin left Yizhuang, his face darkened and he went straight to Xu Ji's coffin shop.
"Xu Ping?"
I heard Lao Jiu say that this man is very young, has a very high moral character, and has a good character. He was praised to the heavens.
Of course he wanted to get in touch with such an outstanding young man.
At the same time, I was thinking deep down in my heart.
Will that handsome seal and that young man named Xu Ping really be returned to its original owner?
Walking around town.
Perhaps it was because he had been in contact with corpses for many years. Even if the sun shone on his body, it could not dispel the unpleasant smell of corpses.
Pedestrians on the road smelled the smell and gave way.
When I arrived at Xu Ji's coffin shop, I saw that the door was closed and there was no business.
When he was thinking about whether to go directly to the door, he saw shopkeeper Sun standing in the grocery store next to him with a gloomy look on his face. An idea suddenly came to his mind, why not ask about Xu Ping first.
"Why didn't this coffin man agree? He's really stupid..." Shopkeeper Sun was muttering to himself when he suddenly smelled a putrid smell.
When he looked up, there was an old man with white hair standing in front of him.
I'll go, it smells worse than my mouth.
After a quick glance, I recognized the old man.
"Hey, Mr. Lin, it's you." Shopkeeper Sun recognized him and said hello.
Lao Lin looked calm and nodded: "Shopkeeper Sun, long time no see. How is business lately?"
"Oh, don't mention it." The business in Shopkeeper Sun's shop was very poor and he didn't want to mention it. When he saw him standing in front of him and not leaving, he asked again: "Mr. Lin, are you okay?"
Mr. Lin glanced at the coffin shop with the door closed, and said: "Nothing, I just want to ask you about someone. Does the shopkeeper Xu you just mentioned refer to the young man from the coffin shop next door?"
Shopkeeper Sun didn't know why, but he still nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
The corpse stitcher Lao Lin showed a smile, narrowed his eyes and asked: "I heard you just said he was stupid. I wonder what happened?"
Hearing him mention this matter, shopkeeper Sun explained the situation and directly criticized: "Tell me, if because of him alone, everyone has no money, wouldn't this block everyone's way of making money?"
So that's it... Mr. Lin has a different opinion. It seems that this young man is not greedy for money and has a filial heart. As Lao Jiu said, he is indeed a good young man.
Shopkeeper Sun didn't see what he meant, and was still complaining: "How much money can I make from selling coffins, but I don't know how to adapt at all."
As he said that, he thought of the bones he saw that night and the exclamations he heard that night, and blurted out: "It can't be better, it's just using the guise of buying a coffin to do some shameful things."
"Huh?" When Mr. Lin heard this, his eyes narrowed and he hurriedly asked: "Shopkeeper Sun, where did you start with these words? Did you discover something?"
Regardless of whether it is true or not, spreading a bad reputation may force him to submit...
Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Sun changed the topic and said with great certainty: "That night, I saw a group of bones at the door of his house..."
As Mr. Lin listened, his expression changed.
Mainly because he had just heard about this from Uncle Jiu.
It is obvious that the other party is slaying demons and ensuring the safety of the other party.
How come you are describing someone else as a big devil? This is simply outrageous.
After hearing a few more dirty words from him, Mr. Lin couldn't bear it any longer and sarcastically said in a cold voice: "Shopkeeper Sun, if I remember correctly, this house of yours is also a legacy passed down from our ancestors, right?"
Shopkeeper Sun was stunned: "Yes, but Mr. Lin, what do you mean by this?"
Mr. Lin chuckled and said with disdain: "If you make a decision that goes against your ancestors, be careful of retribution in the future."
"What are you talking about?" Shopkeeper Sun looked a little ugly.
Mr. Lin laughed without saying a word, turned and left.
Seeing his attitude, Shopkeeper Sun suddenly became angry and wanted to catch up and argue a few words. Unexpectedly, he was pushed back by a burst of stench, causing him to vomit out all the food he had eaten the night before.
at the same time.
I hid the small yellow croaker under the bed, then checked the voodoo tank and the paper figurine hidden in the backyard.
Peace of mind, everything is fine.
He was sitting in the room, studying the handsome seal, and was puzzled, "What do the people of the White Lotus Sect want it for?"
He held it in his hand and fumbled around for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it down.
Anyway, it's someone else's stuff. If you can't figure it out after playing with it for two days, forget it.
Just as I was about to go to bed and lie down for a while, I heard someone knocking on the door and shouting: