Chongjian Country Danzhou Jingxing County, the county governs Jinnan, and collects the corpse.

In the corpse collection line, there are many strange corpses on display.

Some were cut in two, some were broken in two, some were burned into black coal, some were frozen into ice, and some were more cruel and rolled into a ball.

Most of these are wild corpses.

In the world of fairy swords, dead people are a common thing, the whole world advocates force, usually there is a sword skill competition, or the enemy chases and kills basically the dead.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

In this case, there are very few cases that can be filed, unless an important person in the DPRK has been killed or has caused a great negative impact.

The funeral director has become accustomed to it, and is seriously doing the beautification of the corpse.

If someone comes to claim it and sends it for burial, they beautify the body.

For some corpses, they will also carry out the initial stitching work, and then upload the image through the Qiankun mirror, waiting for the family to claim it.

At the same time, a certain claim fee will be charged.

Such bodies are generally kept for seven days, and if they are not claimed for seven days, they will be cremated. Avoid wasting space and spreading diseases.

This kind of loss-making institution is generally handled at the expense of the state, otherwise it will not be maintained at all.

The funeral director has also become an iron rice bowl.

He couldn't help but shake his head as he stitched it up to the next corpse.

This corpse is in a terrible state of death, the whole body is festering, I don't know what kind of swordsmanship the other party used,

The colleague inside glanced at it and frowned.

"You don't have to sew that corpse, the Cui family's entire family has been wiped out, and I don't know what god we offended, even if we sew up these corpses, no one will come to claim them, it's better to cremate them directly, and save trouble."

The funeral director raised his head, "Didn't you say that there is still an only daughter left in the Cui family?" ”

The man laughed a little when he heard this.

"His daughter is only four years old, her life and death are unknown, where can she have the ability to collect the body for others?"

The mortician opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, the light in the corpse collection room suddenly dimmed.

Two long figures were projected in and fell to the ground.

He looked up, immediately drawn to the graceful body of one of the women.

For some reason, when the young woman entered the room, everything around her was extremely dark.

Inside those eyes, it seems to contain light, hiding the moon, and the eye waves are circulating, arousing thousands of souls.

He'd seen a lot of beautiful women (though they were all dead bodies), but he had never lost his soul like this.

The woman's body exuded a very strange power, like a bottle of poison that could not be extricated, indulged in it, but had a fatal attraction.

She smiled, then put the umbrella away.

There was still moisture on the feet, and there were light water stains on the shoes.

Only then did the funeral director notice that it was raining outside.

"I saw the picture you showed here, and I came to claim the family."

"Oh." The undertaker swallowed hard and instinctively stood up.

"I don't know which one I'm looking for?"

The woman smiled, her eyes were like silk, and she picked up the Qiankun mirror and placed it in front of him.

Her clothes were thin, and she was soaked in rain, clinging to her body, revealing her fair and beautiful skin.

Although the mortician is still on the mirror, his heart does not know where to fly.

"How?"

Her pink lips opened, and a faint scent emanated from her body.

A large hand slapped him on the shoulder, and the mortician was startled and quickly came back to his senses.

Behind him stood a white-haired old man.

There is a sparkle in his eyes.

"I'll come to receive the guests, and you can concentrate on your business."

"Yes, Master."

The woman glanced at the old man, and her face was a little displeased.

This old man's concentration is obviously not comparable to that of the young man just now.

"Is this corpse indeed ours, brought in three days ago, who are you deceased?"

The woman pretended to be grieved, and there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes, "He is my son, his name is Hu Hua." ”

"Son?" The old man was a little surprised that she had such a big son at such a young age.

But the expression was fleeting.

Because many of them are very young.

For example, the temple law enforcement of the Heavenly Sword Kingdom is a person who has lived for more than two hundred years, but on the surface, he still looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seeing that the old man was unmoved, she gasped and explained, "Oh, he's my stepson, don't get me wrong." ”

Obviously, you deliberately want to misunderstand, right, otherwise wouldn't it be better to just say it's your stepson?

"The Lady's Name ......"

"My name is Hu Lijing."

After Hu Lijing showed the relevant identification, the old man finally confirmed her relationship with the deceased.

After collecting the fees for the custody and stitching of the body, the old man took her to the morgue.

He pulled out both refrigerated bodies and showed them to her.

At this moment, the man in black beside her suddenly spoke, letting out a low and hoarse voice.

"It's weird......"

If he doesn't speak, almost no one can remember his existence.

Hu Lijing didn't dare to despise this man at all, seeing his solemn eyebrows, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Inexplicably, what's wrong?"

"Both of these bodies were killed by a sword."

The man frowned and said, "Hu Duzi, his own realm is not high, he is only a fivefold enlightenment realm, and it is normal to die, but ......"

Hu Lijing immediately understood that his personal slave Li Xunfeng was a master of the Sevenfold Dao Cultivation Realm, and he was killed by someone else's blow, so you can imagine how deep the opponent's skill is.

"This person who made a move, his swordsmanship is very strong, and the realm is probably above the Nine Folds Forgetfulness."

"What?" Hu Lijingxing's eyes were round, "Don't be kidding, you must know that there are only a few dozen masters of the Nine Forgetful Dao Realm in the entire Chongjian Country. ”

However, looking at the inexplicable appearance, it doesn't look like a joke at all.

Hu Lijing's eyes lit up, and she gasped, "If you offend these great gods, I'm afraid that my corpse core won't be able to get it back." ”

"Not necessarily." The corners of his mouth twitched inexplicably.

He barely opened his mouth, and his expression was as cold as ice, and the sound seemed to come from a dead thing.

"Well, so you've found something else?"

The corners of his mouth moved inexplicably, and he smiled.

"Before I came just now, I used the Qiankun Mirror to browse the goods in the source of the sword, it stands to reason that if Playboy Hu gets the corpse core, he must want to forge a peerless magic sword to fight us and recapture the Hu Clan's sword-casting line, then, there must be some demonic materials in the world to be acquired, and if you rummage through it, you will be able to gain something. However, I did not search for relevant information, but found the news of the death of Playboy Hu. ”

Hu Lijing nodded, glanced at him, and looked at him lightly, "You are very cautious, but there is no clue about this." ”

"No," inexplicably snorted, "although I didn't find the peerless magic sword, I found a strange sword called the zombie sword." ”

This idiot has to make such a big detour when he speaks.

Will you die if you don't pant too much?

Hu Lijing raised the corners of his eyes, and let out an exclamation in cooperation with him, "Zombie Sword?!" ”

"Yes." Nodding inexplicably, "The zombie sword, a dark sword that has never been seen before, just by looking at the picture, you know that it is full of magic, judging by my years of experience, I am afraid that it is made with a corpse core." ”

"Yo?" Hu Lijing's eyes lit up, "Then did you buy it?" ”

"Nope."

There is a sentence that my mother sells batches, and I don't know if I should say it or not.

Hu Lijing's lips twitched, almost wanting to slap him to death.

"I wanted to take it, but unfortunately the owner took it off the shelves one step ahead of me." Inexplicably continued, "However, my subordinates have tracked down an extremely critical clue. ”

"The name of this sword-casting shop is called [Wei Jian Demon Extermination], and the name of the shopkeeper is - Wei Gong."

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