Right or wrong, the key now is to dispose of the body.

Sun Tianjiao has been dead for two days, and after this morning, it will be three days.

Those who die normally are the Seven Heavenly Soul Returns, which are commonly known as the First Seven Souls.

can be similar to Sun Tianjiao's horizontal death, it is a three-day soul, which is commonly known as the bardo body.

I had to sew the body together before the wee hours of the morning.

"Brother Chen, I'll help you!"

I was just about to move, but Wang Yiran immediately came up to help.

"Good!"

I didn't refuse, Wang Yiran was originally an undertaker, and this job was originally his.

Take off Sun Tianjiao's clothes and clean up the blood stains on the surface, this job is a hard work, except for being careful, there is not much trick.

Wang Yiran's corpse was cleaned up faster than me, and all kinds of gadgets were used more skillfully than me, and I could see that this kid usually handled corpses.

"Brother Chen, what is this talisman for?"

After cleaning up the corpse, Wang Yiran probably felt familiar and asked.

"Corpse Suppression Talisman, Prevent Corpses from Becoming Corpses!" I replied.

Wang Yiran sighed, his face was slowly curious, but he couldn't help but ask.

Cleaning is the reason, that is, sorting out the outline of the corpse and restoring the misplaced bones.

Sun Tianjiao has three main fractures on her body, one is her left calf, one is her ribs, and one is her face.

I don't know how the mortuary corrects the bones, but the second leatherman has a unique orthopaedic technique.

When my grandfather was alive, he joked with me, saying that even if I didn't enter this industry in the future, I would be able to mix well with my bone skills.

The orthopedic pays attention to pinching, pulling, and lifting the three words.

This thing, there is not much know-how, practice makes perfect.

I started by pinching the bones of chickens.

I can't even remember how many chicken bones I crushed after hours.

To correct the bones of the corpse, generally start with the "large piece".

Bulky, is the jargon in the second cobbler, which means a large piece of bone.

The reason for this is that when the second leatherman sews the body, the body is often less than two days after death.

At this time, the corpse has feelings for the outside world.

The purpose of saying the big piece, but not the specific bone, is to make the corpse forget that it is dead.

Pressing Sun Tianjiao's calf bone, pulling and lifting, I put my calf back in place and made a clicking sound.

"Brother Chen, your tricks are awesome!"

Seeing that I pulled and lifted it, without any trouble, I restored Sun Tianjiao's leg bones to its original position, Wang Yiran's eyes lit up, and he looked at me as if he was looking at an idol.

I was inexplicably a little uncomfortable, I felt that Wang Yiran looked at me as if he was looking at a beautiful woman who had stripped naked.

"It's okay!"

I casually coped with it and continued to reset the bones.

First the ribs, then the most difficult part of the face, were a little more troublesome and took a little longer, but not more than half an hour.

"Brother Chen is awesome!"

Resetting the last cheek bone, Wang Yiran slapped me, and his gaze became even hotter.

This time, I knew what was wrong.

From the moment he saw me, he looked at me with a hint of adoration.

I hadn't figured it out before, but I applauded it twice in a row, and if I didn't understand it, I'd be a fool.

It's strange that this is the first time we've met, so why does he worship me?

The most important thing is that this kind of worship scares me a little.

"Xiao Wang, you are young, how did you think of being an undertaker?"

To hide the embarrassment, I found a random topic.

Dong Qingguo introduced before that Wang Yiran is only twenty-one this year, and he has been a mortuary for more than a year.

The most important thing is that Wang Yiran is not a mortuary from a wild road, he is a serious college graduate, and he studied this major.

I can't figure out how he could choose this major at his age.

"I love makeup on corpses!"

As soon as Wang Yiran opened his mouth, he startled me again.

The kid's eyes lit up when he said those two words of liking.

Although everyone has everyone's liking, some people like to sing, some people like to sing, some people like to study, quite scientists, but when a person tells you that he likes to put makeup on the dead and is quite a mortuary, you will still think it is strange.

I'm like that now, I can't figure out how anyone likes to put makeup on corpses.

Without a trace, I turned to the other side of Sun Tianjiao and handed Dong Qingguo an inquiring look.

Dong Qingguo didn't know if he didn't understand it, or for some reason, he ignored me, and his eyes were always on the corpse.

"Brother Chen, the masters in our hall all say that when it comes to needlework, the most awesome thing is the second tanner, open my eyes today!"

Wang Yiran didn't seem to notice my abnormality, and when he saw the end of the bone, he said with a little excitement.

"Oh!"

I tugged at the corners of my mouth stiffly, and according to the normal rhythm, I sewed after the straightening.

But when Wang Yiran said this, I didn't want to move the needle.

I exhaled slowly, calmed down a bit, took out the yin needle, threaded the needle, and began to stitch up.

The pursuit of suturing a normal corpse is to make the corpse look like an ordinary person, and the needle is generally used to bury the thread under the epidermis.

But Sun Tianjiao is not a normal corpse, she is a resentful corpse.

The main purpose of suturing the resentful corpse is to dispel the evil, that is, to remove the grievances of the corpse to the greatest extent, and the needle method is generally used to leave the thread on the surface of the corpse.

The needle used is a yin needle.

In fact, at this point, my vigilance has been lowered a lot.

Sun Tianjiao's situation is not as serious as I imagined.

Judging from the resentment on Sun Tianjiao's body, this is an ordinary horizontal corpse, that is, the corpse of the deceased.

"Brother Chen, your sewing method is wrong, right?"

I had put on my needle and thread, and had just sewed it twice, when suddenly a question sounded in my ears.

I looked sideways and found that Wang Yiran's eyes were no longer the previous worship, but instead a gloomy.