Winter, especially this once-in-a-century cold season.

There are always a lot of people who die.

After all, this era is not like the world in Yu Chen's memory in his previous life, with developed medical skills, and he can even cut open his brain and sew it up after tinkering inside, and after letting the patient lie down for three or five months, he can still jump like a normal person.

In this world, seeing a doctor is not so easy.

Some poor people, especially the elderly, have a hard time weathering a snowstorm.

So this year, the corpse movers are also extremely hard.

"Grave watcher, lunch has you eaten?"

After burying the corpse in the soil, the sturdy corpse mover set up a sign, and saw Yu Chen sitting at the door, so he stepped forward to say hello and complained: "The weather is cold, there are many dead people, and there are many lonely and widowed families, creating evil!" ”

"Eat." Yu Chen nodded, chatting with or without a match: "So, living a day is a day!" ”

After hearing this, the corpse mover thought that Yu Chen was thinking of his own identity and sighed, coughed twice in embarrassment, and stopped talking about this.

Perhaps because of the special profession, the people avoided the corpse movers.

Therefore, Yu Chen, who watched the grave at Qingfeng Mausoleum, became his partner over time.

- Everyone is a ninth-rate, no one should dislike anyone.

Although Yu Chen doesn't like to talk very much, he is also happy to listen to the corpse movers talk about all kinds of gossip news in the county town under the mountain, so as to understand what big and small things are happening in the county.

- He is running around, he hears a lot, and knows a lot.

No, before a quarter of an hour's effort, Yu Chen learned about two major events in the county town from the mouth of the corpse mover.

A Jinyang merchant recruited people to transport goods to Yunyang, and an old man of the Wang family rewarded the "white ghost" big worm with a lot of money.

My heart moved, and I couldn't help muttering to myself.

A hundred taels of silver?

He's fucking rich!

You must know the price of Weishui now, a few taels of silver is a life, and Mrs. Sun's son was stoned to death while carrying goods, and he only paid two taels of broken silver.

One hundred taels of silver, enough for a poor bastard who has nothing to go to the overpass to buy a house and then a shop, and live a life in peace; Of course, it is enough for the girls of Huaqing Building to take turns to serve for a year and a half.

Each has its own way of living.

His heart was surging, but his face was silent.

Naturally, the corpse mover didn't notice Yu Chen's abnormality, and continued: "There is one more thing, do you want to listen to it?" ”

Yu Chen nodded and didn't reply.

The corpse mover rolled his eyes, and wanted to sell Guan Zi, but he met Yu Chen, so he had to bring about Li Er on the dry bridge one by one.

"It's strange to say, that's Li Er, a dry bridge! Our Weishui is a well-known scoundrel, although it is nothing in the eyes of the group of real ruthless people in the south of the city, but it is still one of the loudest in the name of the dry bridge!

This kind of arrogant person actually took the initiative to kneel down and return the money, you say that this is not Mrs. Sun's ghost, what other possibility? ”

"Maybe the prodigal son has turned back?" Yu Chen said perfunctorily, but he said in his heart that if there was a pig-killing knife on his neck, no matter how horizontal it was, he would have to be soft?

"Who knows?" The corpse mover waved his hand, and after a dry cigarette was burned, he prepared to pull the cart down the mountain.

At the end, as if remembering something, he turned his head to Yu Chen and said,

"The knife face who was killed was strong, the shoemaker family on Youfang Street, and Mr. Zhao from the Tianqiao, plus this bully Li Er...... In just ten days, there have been four hauntings in Weishui.

Let's do a line, it's easier to encounter these unclean things, you still have to be careful, next time you go up the mountain, I'll bring you a basin of black dog blood to ward off evil spirits! ”

With that, he pulled the cart and went down the mountain.

Leaving Yu Chen, he couldn't cry or laugh.

Frankly, when the corpse mover said this, he was quite grateful.

After all, there is no family and no reason, and people are willing to think about you, whether it is useful or not, it is quite rare in this world.

Of course, Yu Chen didn't really need the so-called black dog's blood to ward off evil spirits.

Because the evil in the mouth of this corpse mover is him.

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Not surprisingly, this time the corpse brought up by the corpse mover up the mountain was dumbfounded, and there was no unfulfilled wish.

Push up the daisies.

Naturally, there was no trigger for the "task" of saving people's scriptures.

And Yu Chen was not in a hurry, after lunch, he simply cleaned the mausoleum, and fought twice in the remote place to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, and it was already dusk, and the moon and stars were scarce.

Another day and night, passing in vain.

Early the next morning, Yu Chen got up, punched once, changed into clean clothes, and then went down the mountain and headed towards the overpass.

As a criminal household, Yu Chen rarely had time to go to the overpass where the rich and noble families of Weishui gathered, and once he went, there would be something wrong.

Today, it's no exception.

Ever since he heard yesterday that the corpse mover said that the old man of the medicinal herb family Wang offered a heavy reward for the life of the big worm, Yu Chen's heart was a little moved.

He needed silver.

And this Weishui county is so big, he is a criminal household, and there is almost no way to make money legitimately.

This old man of the Wang family suddenly showed a hundred taels of silver to reward the life of the big insect on the mountain, but for Yu Chen, it was an opportunity.

Anyway, people said that no matter who it is, as long as they can bring the corpse of the big worm, they will give money.

Yu Chen's trip down the mountain was to see if this was true or false.

Flyover, in front of the royal residence.

Sure enough, there were two subordinates who looked like family members, standing in front of a billboard, and on that sign, the reward of the old man Wang was clearly recorded, and the Wang family's stamp was also stamped on the back.

Absolutely true!

Yu Chen knew this and was about to turn around and leave.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of the mansion of the King of Nasensen, a faint light looming.

He was immediately stunned.

Now he is very familiar with this situation.

It means that in the place of the dark light, there are dead people who do not look away, and there is an attempted wish!

And at this moment, a family member next to the notice board thought that Yu Chen was here to pay tribute to their eldest son, walked over, and arched his hand: "Little sir, if you want to worship, please come to the mourning hall." ”

Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that he didn't know the prince Wang, so he could go in to worship?

"The master said, during the seven periods, the three sects and the nine streams, the one who comes is a guest, if the gentleman wants to worship the eldest prince, please come in." The family Ding said again.

Yu Chen didn't shirk it, stepped into the gate of the Wang family for the first time, lit three sticks of incense, and inserted it firmly in front of the coffin.

What I saw along the way, whether it was a subordinate, a domestic servant, or the Wang family itself, they all looked sad.

It's hard to pretend.

It is enough to see that the eldest prince is still a good person on weekdays, otherwise these people would not be sad from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, in the coffin, between the flickering lights, an ethereal figure slowly floated towards Yu Chen.

It's just that compared to the ghosts of Mr. Zhao and a few others, the soul of this eldest prince is extremely terrifying, only the upper half, and the chest and abdomen are more like they were torn and bitten by something sharp, and the intestines and flesh are hanging on the ground, and they are slowly crawling over on the ground.

Even if Yu Chen was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but gasp.

The heart said that this death was too miserable.

The rumored torture of car splitting, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that?

After the incense, Yu Chen was about to take the ghost of the prince back with him, but at the door of the mourning hall, he saw a group of people walking out of the house of the king's house.

The man at the head was a strong man, he was burly, bronzed, inch-headed, wearing a short shirt in the winter, and his exposed muscles were like a dragon, full of wild power.

Between walking, it is also a dragon and a tiger, and at first glance it is a practitioner.

What's even more concerning is that at the neckline of this big man, a terrible scar that seems to be about to penetrate the entire body extends from the left shoulder downward.

Immediately afterwards, he walked out, and there were a few strong men, dressed in rivers and lakes, in the well-behaved Wang family's house, which was extremely eye-catching.

In the end, it was a rickety old man in a big jacket who sent these people out of the back room, sent several Jianghu guests to the door, and said: "The crusade against that big insect will be handed over to all heroes!" As long as you bring the corpse of the big insect, one hundred taels of silver will be presented immediately, and in the future, the Zhengqing Gang will purchase herbs in the shop of my Wang's family, and all of them will be converted in half! ”

Listening to these heroic words, where can it be someone else, naturally it can only be the old man Wang who is the master of the Wang family.

And those Jianghu guests are probably the well-known Zhengqing gang in the chaotic land south of Weishui City.

"Don't worry, Master Wang!"

The short-shirted man led by the Zhengqing Gang hugged his fists, didn't say much, and turned around.

And Yu Chen didn't stay long, and left.

Only the wrinkled face of the old man Wang remained, and his sorrow was greater than his death.