Zhou Yi woke up from his confusion, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a corpse with a short knife in his chest, and the deceased's eyes were round.

"Where is this?"

I didn't have time to think about it, and the turbulent memories burrowed into my mind, and I soon understood that I had crossed over.

This is the Great Dry Kyoto, the mortuary of Willow Street in Yongxingfang in Xicheng, also called Yizhuang, Chen corpse.

He is the undertaker, responsible for the care and disposal of the corpses.

How to deal with it?

Parking for three to five days, to make sure that the dead will not be resurrected, those who have the owner are taken away by their families, and those who have no owners are dragged to mass graves for burial.

"In the previous life, I operated on the living, and now I dig a pit for the dead......"

Zhou Yi rubbed his swollen and aching head and looked through the memories left by his predecessor.

The owner of this body is called Li Ping'an, who has just turned eighteen years old, his mother died early, his father died in northern Xinjiang, and he grew up in the mortuary with his grandfather.

When I saw a lot of corpses, I was naturally not afraid, and there were many pictures of sleeping in coffins in my memory.

Two generations up, grandparents and great-grandfathers are all on duty here, and it can be said that the four generations of grandparents have passed down the torch to the undertaker.

Half a year ago, my grandfather contracted a strange disease, and after taking a lot of medicine, he didn't get better, and a few days ago, Li Ping'an inherited his ancestral position.

Note that it's the position, not the industry.

The mortuary was built by the imperial court, and there is one in each square city, which belongs to the city's public facilities.

The Beijing Yahui appointed the mortuary to manage the mortuary room, which belonged to the officials who did not enter the grade, did not pay money, and only issued two soap clothes in winter and summer.

The mortuary officer deals with the dead every day, stumbling and unlucky, and it is rumored that there will be five evils and three defects, and the death of relatives, so no one competes, and they are all father and son.

Zhou Yi has been a surgeon for more than ten years, and he has no sense of corpses, but he thinks it is a good job.

In the system, the work is idle and the income is high!

"In my previous life, I forgot to sleep and eat and didn't get admitted to the public service, but now I go ashore directly, even if I can't be promoted in my life, it's thousands of times better than ordinary people!"

The common people of this era are a little unimaginably bitter.

It's just common to not be able to eat enough in cold winter and hot summer, and in the event of a famine, you will starve all over the place, not to mention breaking the county order and destroying the door and the mansion.

Looking through the memory, many pictures can't bear to read.

Why is Kao Gong called going ashore, probably because there is a bitter sea under the shore......

Zhou Yi's mind fluttered, and finally shook his head and sighed.

"Take care of yourself first!"

A little fart who can't understand the seven-o'clock stall, thinking about fighting with the Gonggong Zhugong, is simply killing himself.

What's more, the world is not peaceful, there are murderers in the rivers and lakes, there are evil demons who commit adultery and plunder, there are powerful ghosts asking for their lives, and there are monsters eating people.

Ordinary people, it's not easy to live!

"From now on, I will be Li Ping'an, as for the cause of my death......"

Li Ping'an opened the dark jacket and touched his chest, but there was no wound or scar.

The last picture of the memory is that the original body is searching for corpses to see if there are any missing copper coins and broken silver, and suddenly the dead man opens his eyes and comes to life, so frightened that he stabs the deceased in the chest.

The deceased scolded a few times unwillingly, died of anger, and a verdant light flew out of his body, burrowing into Li Ping'an's heart.

"Could it be that you're hallucinating?"

Li Ping'an pondered for a moment, combined with the novels he read in his previous life, and called out like a soul.

"Come out!"

The words fell, and the chest bloomed with a green light, and a fresh branch came out.

The branches are long, the skin is dark purple, and there are no leaves or forks.

"It's ...... Building a wooden branch? ”

The moment Li Ping'an saw the branch, his mind automatically appeared its origin, and he also knew the effect.

Building wood branches can store merit and transform it into longevity.

The merit is endless, and the longevity is endless, that is, the youth is eternal, and the life is immortal!

"According to the legend of the previous life, Jianmu is an ancient sacred tree, a bridge between heaven, earth, man and god, and its branches may really have this miraculous effect."

"It's a pity that merit can only live forever, not immortality, and it will still fall to death, die of illness, poison, and die from the enemy's sneak attack......"

Li Ping'an frowned, the advantages and disadvantages of Jianmuzhi were obvious.

From the perspective of probability, as long as people live long enough, sooner or later they will encounter various natural disasters, such as five thunderstorms, volcanic eruptions, meteorites from the sky, and so on.

"So in order to live forever, you must keep getting stronger until you can resist lightning splits, swim magma, and catch meteorites in your hands!"

Li Ping'an looked at the dead corpse, this is a lesson from the past.

The dignified immortal died at the hands of the officials!

"The deceased's tongue was dark purple, his skin was indigo, his bones were black, and he was suspected of arsenic poisoning, which was arsenic ......"

"The fatal wound is in the chest, and there are 16 other large and small wounds on the body, depending on the degree of scabbing and suppuration everywhere, the time difference is more than half a month......"

"It should be a secret method such as turtle breath and fake death to trick the jailer into coming out of the prison......"

Li Ping'an broke open the corpse's mouth, examined the wounds and bones, and roughly inferred the experience of the deceased.

Perhaps the secret of immortality was exposed, or perhaps for other reasons, the deceased was chased for a long time and had to take refuge in the heavenly prison.

After going through hardships, he faked his death and got out, and when he woke up, he was stabbed to death by an outsider!

"Manpower is invincible to the number of days!"

Li Ping'an sighed, put the Jianmu branch on his chest, and went back silently, and it turned into spiritual light and drilled into his chest, like an immortal treasure in the romance of the script.

"But how do you earn merit?"

The first thing that comes to mind is to build bridges and roads, open porridge sheds to give porridge to the poor, or build a nursing home to help orphans and widows, or donate food and silver to help disaster areas.

Most of the great good people in ancient times were like this, they just needed a lot of money.

Li Ping'an doesn't have so much money to do good deeds, and he doesn't want to be in the limelight, thinking that he is not obvious, sneaky, and low-key to earn merit.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Li Ping'an's thoughts.

"Xiao Anzi, open the door quickly, and send the mat."

Zheng Laosi's voice came, he was a prison guard, responsible for torture to extract confessions, and would also send prisoners who died violently to the mortuary.

The cause of death is always suicide in fear of sin!

"Here we are."

Li Ping'an glanced along the crack in the door, didn't find anything unusual, opened the door and asked, "I just gave one yesterday, why is there one today?" ”

"You kid eats dead man's food, can you still think there are too many corpses?"

Zheng Laosi dragged down the straw mat from the cart, carried it into the door with the jailer who was traveling with him, and threw it down in a vacant place.

Listening to the sound, the deceased was not lightweight.

Li Ping'an lifted the straw mat, the corpse had broken arms and legs, and it was bloody and inhuman, as has always been the case with the prison.

Looking at the face carefully, it turned out to be an acquaintance in my memory.

"This is the king's shopkeeper of Shilixiang?"

Shilixiang is a famous wine shop in Xinghuafang, and the shopkeeper Wang relies on the ancestral secret recipe for winemaking, and the guests line up to sell wine.

It didn't open until noon, and it was sold out before it got dark.

A few days ago, Li Ping'an scavenged two taels of silver, and happily sold a pot of wine, and the shopkeeper Wang saw his grandfather's face and scooped half a spoonful more.

In the blink of an eye, the living person became a corpse.

"Isn't it?"

Zheng Laosi's tone was a little helpless, and he didn't say anything more, and left with his feet tight.

The mortuary contained more than a dozen specific corpses, sick to death, starvation, freezing, torture, children, the elderly, men and women.

There was obviously no wind blowing in the house, and it was a little colder than the outside.

The jailers who came to deliver the corpses were all in a hurry, as if there were ghosts hanging behind them.

Li Ping'an squatted beside the corpse and looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!"