The world is spinning.

When Ning Qiushui regained consciousness, everything in front of him was blood-red.

A strange figure came to him.

Ning Qiushui couldn't see this person's appearance clearly, and he didn't know what he was doing.

I was in severe pain all over my body, and I didn't have any strength, as if someone had broken the bones of my body, my chest was cut open, and my internal organs were hollowed out.

But the weird thing is that he is conscious.

Blurred vision and blurred hearing made Ning Qiushui lose the ability to judge the surrounding environment.

All he knew was that a tall man came to him, dragging his feet with one hand and walking in one direction.

Ning Qiushui's body felt good, and the uneven sand on the ground scratched his back, leaving blood marks, but these pains were nothing compared to the feeling of the rest of Ning Qiushui's body.

In the end, just when Ning Qiushui felt that his back was already bloody and blurred, he was dragged into a dark room.

As soon as he entered the room, a smell appeared in his nose.

Terrible smell, as if something was burned.

Ning Qiushui is no stranger to this taste.

It was the stench of a person's corpse when it was burned.

When he smelled this smell, Ning Qiushui's heart was filled with a strong sense of unease!

If nothing else...... He looks like he's going to be burned!

No, he's not dead yet!

Although Ning Qiushui didn't know what his situation was, he definitely couldn't be burned!

The keen sense of crisis formed by wandering on the line of life and death countless times the day after tomorrow enveloped Ning Qiushui, and he felt that once he was burned, he would die at the beginning of the story of the Blood Gate!

The strong desire to survive made Ning Qiushui want to take out his ghost weapon at the first time, but his body was already extremely weak, and he didn't have any strength at all, let alone take things, even if he moved, it was impossible!

“…… Burn...... ......"

An old voice appeared in Ning Qiushui's ears.

Ning Qiushui didn't hear all the words, but the words 'burned' clearly reached Ning Qiushui's ears.

Immediately after, the tall black shadow came directly in front of Ning Qiushui, lifted a "person" in front of him and threw it into the furnace with shimmering firelight.

Of course, this is Ning Qiushui's capture of light and shadow, and he still can't see everything in front of him clearly.

He was still trying to control his body, even if he could move his fingers.

As long as he can move his fingers, then he might be able to survive!

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Even if Ning Qiushui was very calm and had exhausted all the means he could, it was still to no avail.

He couldn't move at all.

He could only watch the black shadow in front of him walk towards him, and then easily grabbed his body and walked towards the stove......

A burning sensation is blowing in the face.

Ning Qiushui was still making the last struggle, and it wasn't until the firelight in front of him was about to engulf him that the old voice opened his mouth again.

"Wait......"

The shadow stopped.

Ning Qiushui was lifted halfway by him, and there was a stove under his buttocks, it didn't feel good at all, and Ning Qiushui could hear the sound of her back even herself, not to mention the terrifying pain of being burned.

The back and buttocks should be almost ripe.

"Show me this corpse......"

As the old man spoke slowly, Ning Qiushui was finally lifted back from the top of the stove and thrown to the ground.

A pair of cold and stiff hands touched every corner of Ning Qiushui's body, and the old man suddenly said:

"What a grievance...... There must still be a lot of unfulfilled wishes. ”

"That's it, the old man's deadline is approaching, so I'll help you once before I die."

After the old man finished speaking, he got up directly and staggered away, about ten minutes later, he walked back, still holding something in his hand, and after coming to Ning Qiushui, the old man squatted down and stuffed this thing into Ning Qiushui's chest.

The process was smooth.

This also confirmed Ning Qiushui's conjecture, that is, his chest was indeed dissected.

After the old man's hand was taken out of Ning Qiushui's chest, he began to stitch up the wound on his chest for Ning Qiushui, and as the wound was gradually stitched up, Ning Qiushui felt that the silent chest began to beat.

Knock Knock –

Knock Knock –

As his heart beats, Ning Qiushui also felt that his body had regained his strength.

"Old ...... Chen"

The dark shadow on the side made a worried voice, as if trying to dissuade the old man's behavior.

The latter coughed vigorously a few times.

"Ahem...... Out of the way......"

As he spoke, the old man helped Ning Qiushui suture his body again, and at the same time thought in pieces:

"Anyway, old man, my life is coming to an end, I'm ...... My family has been a corpse sewer for generations, and when it came to my father's generation, he passed on the ability to sew corpses to me, but I was not allowed to do this business again, saying that people in the yang world should not be stained with too much yin qi, which would affect luck and longevity. ”

"Thanks to his entrustment, I have been able to live in peace until now."

"But the skills I've learned are all useless until I die, and I always feel sorry for myself."

"This guy's body has been hollowed out, it should be related to that case, and he is also a person who died in vain, old man...... I'll help you today! ”

After speaking, the old man put down the needle and thread in his hand, and suddenly muttered something that Ning Qiushui didn't understand, what three talents borrowed the law, yin and yang opened the way...... In the end, the old man exhaled into his palm, and then slapped Ning Qiushui's chest three times!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After the old man's slapping, Ning Qiushui's vision in front of him completely returned to normal, and even more acute than before, and his body completely regained control.

He slowly stood up, looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, and said:

"Thank you."

Seeing him speak, the tall man on the side took a few steps back in fright and shouted, "it"!

The old man looked at Ning Qiushui carefully, seemed to be very satisfied with his masterpiece, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It seems that the corpse sewing technique has taken effect, so if you have any unfinished wishes, go and complete it...... The heart that the old man gave you is made of stones to draw talismans, and you don't have much time. ”

Ning Qiushui asked:

"How much time do I have?"

Old man:

"One day."

"Is it only one day......

As if sensing the change in Ning Qiushui's tone, the old man was silent for a while, but still said:

"If you have to continue your life, it's not impossible......"

"Find a heart that is not rotten and put it in your chest, you can prolong your life for one more day, there is a private hospital not far from the next door, there have been tragic murders before, there are many hearts that have been dug out alive, the hospital should not lose these, you can go and look for ......"

"Plus, there's one more thing you have to remember!"

The old man's tone suddenly became extremely serious.

"Never dig into the heart of a living person to prolong your life!"

Ning Qiushui frowned.

"If I don't dig people's hearts, how can I get people's hearts?"

The old man's eyes twinkled.

"I told you, the hospital has ready-made ...... At the very least, you can't dig it yourself. ”

"What else would have happened?"

"You're going to ...... 'come back to life.'" ”

At the mention of the last three words, an extremely cruel smile appeared on the old man's face, as if the "coming to life" in his mouth was an extremely terrible thing......

PS: Claypots, send this first, I'm so sleepy now, I'm holding the computer and writing on the bed, don't wait, if I fall asleep with writing, then send it tomorrow at noon or in the afternoon.

Good night!