I have a book of salvation

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

There are always so many people dying.

After all, this era is not like the world that Yu Chen remembered in his previous life. Medical skills are so advanced that one can even saw open the forehead, tinker with it and sew it up. After letting the patient lie down for three to five months, he can still jump around like a normal person.

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

Some poor people, especially the elderly, find it difficult to survive a snowstorm.

So this year, the corpse movers were also working extremely hard.

"Gravekeeper, have you had lunch?"

The strong corpse mover buried the body in the soil and put up a sign. Seeing Yu Chen sitting at the door, he stepped forward to say hello and complained: "It's cold and freezing, and there are many dead people." , Most of them are lonely people who commit crimes!"

"Eat." Yu Chen nodded, chatting with each other: "So, live one day at a time!"

After hearing this, the corpse mover thought that Yu Chen was sighing because he thought of his own identity as a criminal. He coughed twice in embarrassment and stopped talking about it.

Perhaps because of their special profession, people avoid corpse movers.

Therefore, Yu Chen, who visited the grave at Qingfengling Mausoleum, became his talking partner over time.

——We are all low-level people, so don’t dislike anyone.

Although Yu Chen didn't like to talk much, he was happy to listen to the corpse movers talking about all kinds of gossip about the county at the foot of the mountain, so as to understand what big and small things happened in the county.

——He who runs around listens a lot and knows a lot.

No, within a quarter of an hour, Yu Chen learned about two major events in the county from the corpse mover.

A merchant from Jinyang recruited people to transport goods to Yunyang, and an old man from the Wang family offered a large reward for the "white ghost" insect.

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

One hundred taels of silver?

He's so fucking rich!

You know the current price of goods in Weishui. A few taels of silver means a life. When Mrs. Sun's son was smashed to death while carrying goods, he only paid a few taels of silver.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for a poor man with nothing to buy a house and a shop in Tianqiao, and live peacefully for a lifetime; of course, it is also enough for the girls in Huaqing House to take turns waiting for him for a year and a half.

Everyone has their own way of living.

His mind was surging, but his face showed no emotion.

Naturally, the corpse mover didn't notice anything strange about Yu Chen, and continued, "There's one more thing, do you want to hear it?"

Yu Chen nodded and didn't reply.

The corpse mover rolled his eyes and wanted to give it away, but when he met Yu Chen, he had to tell the story about Hanqiao Li Er.

"Strange to say, that is Hanqiao Li Er! We in Weishui are famous for being scoundrels. Although they are nothing in the eyes of the real ruthless people in the south of the city, their reputation in Hanqiao is still one of the best. !

Such a arrogant person actually knelt down and paid back the money. You said this is not the ghost of Mrs. Sun, what else is possible? "

"Perhaps the prodigal son has turned back?" Yu Chen said perfunctorily, but in his heart he said that if there was a butcher's knife on his neck, no matter how cruel he was, he would have to give in.

"Who knows?" The corpse mover waved his hand, finished burning a dry cigarette, and was about to pull the cart down the mountain.

Finally, as if he remembered something, he turned to Yu Chen and said,

"The beheaded sword-faced man, the shoemaker's family on Youfang Street, Mr. Zhao from Tianqiao, and the bully Li Er... In just ten days, the hauntings reported in Weishui have already Four piles.

As we work in the same industry, we are more likely to encounter these unclean things, so we have to be more careful. Next time we go up the mountain, I will bring you a pot of black dog blood to ward off evil and protect yourself! "

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

Yu Chen was left dumbfounded.

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

After all, there are no relatives and no reason, and people are willing to think about themselves, no matter 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 person mentioned by the corpse mover is him.

Not surprisingly, the corpses brought up by the corpse movers this time died with their eyes closed and had no unfulfilled wishes.

Rest in peace.

Naturally, the "mission" of saving people's sutras was not triggered.

But Yu Chen was not in a hurry. After lunch, he simply cleaned a circle of the tomb, and played Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger twice in a remote place. Dusk was approaching and the moon was dimly lit.

Another day and night passed by in vain.

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

As a criminal, Yu Chen rarely had time to go to the overpass where wealthy people gathered on the Weishui River. Once he went, something would definitely happen.

Today is no exception.

Ever since he heard what the man who moved the body said yesterday that Mr. Wang from a family of medicinal herbs offered a huge reward for the life of an insect, Yu Chen felt a little moved in his heart.

He needs silver.

And this Weishui County is such a big city, and as a criminal, there are almost no ways for him to make money legitimately.

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

Anyway, people said, no matter who it is, as long as they can bring the corpse of the big insect, they will be paid.

Yu Chen went down the mountain this time just to see if this was true or not.

Overpass, in front of the Wang family residence.

Sure enough, there were two servants who looked like servants, standing in front of a sign, and on that sign, Mr. Wang's reward was clearly recorded, with the Wang family's stamp on the back.

Absolutely true!

Yu Chen understood and was about to turn around and leave.

But suddenly he caught a glimpse of a faint light in the dense Wang family mansion.

He was immediately stunned.

Now, he is extremely familiar with this situation.

This means that in that dim light, there are dead people who have never closed their eyes and have unresolved wishes!

At this moment, a servant next to the notice board thought that Yu Chen was here to pay homage to their eldest son, so he came over, cupped his hands and said, "Sir, if you want to pay homage, please come to the mourning hall."

Yu Chen was stunned and thought to himself that he and Mr. Wang were strangers, so how could he go in to worship?

"The master said that during the seventh period, there are three religions and nine streams. The visitor is a guest. If you, sir, want to worship the eldest son, please come in." The servant said again.

Yu Chen didn't refuse. He stepped into the Wang family's door for the first time, lit three sticks of incense, and placed them firmly in front of the coffin.

What I saw along the way, whether they were servants, servants, or members of the Wang family, all looked sad.

This is hard to fake.

It is enough to show that Mr. Wang is usually a good person, otherwise these people would not be sad from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, in the coffin, amid the flickering light, an ethereal figure floated slowly toward Yu Chen.

It's just that compared to the ghosts of Mr. Zhao and others, the soul of Mr. Wang is extremely scary. It only has the upper half, and the chest and abdomen are more like being torn and bitten by something sharp. His intestines Flesh and blood drooped all over the ground, slowly crawling over.

Even though Yu Chen was used to seeing dead people, he couldn't help but take a breath.

I thought it would be too miserable to die.

Is the rumored car-breaking torture just that?

After offering incense, Yu Chen was about to take the ghost of Mr. Wang back, but at the entrance of the mourning hall, he saw a group of people walking out of the Wang family room.

The leader was a strong man, with a tall build, bronze complexion, and a board-cut hair. He wore a short shirt in the winter, and his exposed muscles were like a coiled dragon, full of wild power.

When walking, he is also walking like a dragon and a tiger. At first glance, he is a practicing master.

What is even more concerning is that on the collar of this big man, a terrible scar seems to penetrate the entire body, extending from the left shoulder down.

Immediately after, following him, there were several burly men who came out, dressed in Jianghu costumes. They were very eye-catching in the well-behaved Wang family house.

Finally, the person who escorted these people out of the back room was a rickety old man wearing a big coat. He walked a few Jianghu guests to the door and said with his hands: "The battle against that big insect will be left to all the heroes! As long as you will When the corpse of the big insect is brought, a hundred taels of silver will be given immediately, and from now on, any herbs purchased by the Zhengqing Gang at my Wang family’s shop will be discounted in half!”

Hearing these arrogant words, who else could it be but Mr. Wang, the head of the Wang family.

And those Jianghu gangsters are probably the famous Zhengqing gang in the chaotic area south of Weishui City.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang!"

The big man in a short shirt who was the leader of the Zhengqing Gang cupped his fists and turned around without saying much.

And Yu Chen didn't stay long and left.

All that was left was Mr. Wang's wrinkled face, filled with grief and despair.