"What's wrong with my sewing method?"

I stopped and asked rhetorically.

"Brother Chen, good people should be rewarded, right?" Wang Yiran stared at Sun Tianjiao's corpse and asked indifferently.

"Yes!"

I frowned and looked at Wang Yiran, I don't know what this has to do with the line technique?

"Bad people deserve bad rewards, right?" Wang Yiran continued to ask.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I asked in a deep voice, what does it have to do with good guys and bad guys.

"Yiran!"

Dong Qingguo noticed that my eyes were wrong, and pulled Wang Yiran, but Wang Yiran didn't move, and looked at me with his neck crossed.

"Uncle Dong, you let him speak!"

I pointed at Wang Yiran and said, and the anger came out.

The craft of the second leatherman, I grew up from elementary school to adulthood, even my grandfather, said that my technique of needle and thread is blue, I want to listen to it, what tricks he can say.

"She didn't get retribution!"

Wang Yiran's anger also came up, pointing at the corpse and shouting.

"Huh?"

I was a little confused, and I still didn't catch Wang Yiran's g-spot.

"If it were me, I would sew it with this thread!" Wang Yiran took out a roll of thread from the front pocket of the surgical gown, spread out his hand, and placed it in front of my eyes.

"Blood Copper Wire!"

Looking at the dark red curls with a hint of purple, I blurted out.

Blood copper wire, is the name given to a type of suture.

This kind of suture, with rooster blood, cotton thread, and copper wire as the main materials, is made, although it also has the effect of destroying evil spirits, but the main use is to lock the soul.

Lock people's souls in corpses.

And unlike ordinary sutures, blood copper wire not only locks the soul, but also can grind the soul.

After sewing the corpse with blood copper wire and locking the soul in the corpse, the blood copper wire is like a small knife, grinding the soul all the time.

To put it bluntly, this is a thousand cuts against the soul.

If Chu Siyu had been sewn into the corpse with blood copper wire, his soul would have been scattered long ago.

If I'm not mistaken, the configuration method of the blood copper wire belongs to the secret inheritance of a Qimen profession.

"That's right!"

Wang Yiran did not hesitate and admitted directly.

I thought about it for a while and said to Dong Qingguo: "Uncle Dong, can you go out, I have something to say to him!" ”

Dong Qingguo looked at me, then at Wang Yiran, his feet didn't move, and said, "Master Chen, don't worry about Yiran, this kid is a little tough!" ”

"Uncle Dong, don't worry, I didn't want to do anything to Wang Yiran, I really have something to say to him!" I said helplessly.

"Uncle, you go out, I promise it's okay!" Wang Yiran also said.

Dong Qingguo glanced at the two of us back and forth, and after repeatedly confirming that we were okay, he left.

"You're a torturer?"

As soon as Dong Qingguo left, I immediately asked.

The convict, like the executioner and the second leatherman, is also a member of the Xuanmen.

But the convicts are different from us, such as the second cobbler, we rely on this craft to make a living, and the convict does not aim to make a profit.

The convict claims to be the representative of justice, claiming to execute on behalf of heaven and returning justice to the world.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of paranoid people with a strong sense of justice.

Within the Xuanmen, the torturers were also called madmen.

This is also the reason why I invited Dong Qingguo out, once Wang Yiran's identity as a prisoner is revealed, there will be a lot of trouble.

"Yes!"

Wang Yiran held his head proudly, and when he looked at me, there was a fiery fire again.

"Grass!"

Being stared at by him again with this kind of gaze, I felt like my scalp was tingling.

I finally knew why he looked at me like that, he was treating me like one of his kind.

Grandpa's notes said that when you encounter a prisoner, you should stay away.

Like other people in the Xuanmen, Grandpa also believed that the torturers were a group of paranoid madmen.

The words that the criminals often say are that if the law cannot give justice, then I will enforce the law on behalf of God!

There are two main types of torturers, one is those who are slightly more normal, they punish some of the most heinous people, and they will not punish them while they are alive, but will judge their ghosts after they die.

A type of criminals who are not in their right minds, or who are extremely paranoid, will really judge the living.

Because of this, the people in the Xuanmen will call them crazy.

But it is precisely because of this paranoid character that most of the people in the Xuanmen will walk around once they encounter the torturers, not wanting to have anything to do with them.

"Sun Tianjiao, who is lustful by nature, has killed three people, causing twenty-eight people to fall into lust, and should be punished by blood-streaked souls!" Wang Yiran didn't seem to notice my dodging eyes, pointed to Sun Tianjiao's corpse, and announced the verdict loudly like a judge.

"My day!"

I rubbed my temples, not daring to look at Wang Yiran's fanatical and righteous eyes.

To be honest, I admire the kind of people like criminals, but I'm really not that kind of person.

I'm just an ordinary person who wants to make money by crafting.

When I see injustice, I will do my best to help, but that's all, I can't be like a criminal, determined to judge the world's injustice.

Wang Yiran and I are not the same kind of people.

I don't know what went wrong and made Wang Yiran treat me like a fellow species.

"That, Xiao Wang, Sun Tianjiao is indeed guilty, otherwise, how about you take over this corpse?" I pointed to Sun Tianjiao's corpse and said.

I can see that today is a game.

Wang Yiran didn't need anyone's help at all to dispose of Sun Tianjiao's body, but he still asked Dong Qingguo to ask me over.

What I can't figure out is why Wang Yiran treats me as a kind!