I, the last Yin-Yang embroiderer

All living beings suffer.

Everyone thinks that their life is not easy.

But who would have thought.

In fact, somewhere in this city, there once was a brother and sister who depended on each other for life.

In the end, there is still no escape from misfortune.

They say ghosts are scary.

But people's hearts are sometimes more vicious than ghosts.

In a tattoo parlor.

Su Yu carefully framed the somewhat whitish photo and placed it on a wooden shelf nearby.

I took another serious look at Xiangzi and Yukiko who were smiling in the photo.

He sighed deeply in silence.

After gathering his mood, he got up and walked towards Cheng Banxian's shop next door.

Go into the store.

Looking at Cheng Banxian who was busy with something unknown, he asked in confusion.

"Cheng Banxian, why did you stop talking about the blind man Liu from southern Xinjiang yesterday?"

Cheng Banxian looked up at Su Yu and explained hurriedly:

"Let’s talk about it later. I’ll finish what I’m doing first."

"By the way, Su Yu, you seem to have a customer."

After saying that, he pointed behind Su Yu.

Looking in the direction pointed by Cheng Banxian,

Su Yu found a man in extremely exaggerated clothes looking into his store.

Seeing this,

Su Yu had no choice but to stop asking questions and walked to the door of the store.

Standing behind the man, he slowly spoke.

"Are you looking for me?"

The man who was looking around suddenly trembled, turned to look at Su Yu and said quickly

"Su, Master Su, I'm looking for you."

Su Yu strode into the store, waved to the man and said

"Come in and talk."

The rather strange man looked around and then followed Su Yu into the tattoo shop.

After Su Yu poured himself a cup of tea, he looked at the man opposite him seriously.

It had just entered autumn, and although the weather was gradually changing. Cool, it's not too exaggerated.

But the man in front of him was wearing countless down jackets, and his whole body was like a ball of flesh.

But even with so many clothes on.

This man was still shivering, and his nose was running from the cold.

This was simply unbelievable.

Su Yu frowned and asked slowly.

"What's your name? What's your request for coming to me?"

The man's lips were a little purple from the cold, and his teeth were chattering.

"Master Su, my name is Jiao Cheng"

"The reason why I came here to look for you is because I feel that I have provoked something unclean."

"No matter what I do, I feel so cold all over, no matter how many clothes I put on, it’s not enough"

"Just like now, I seem to be wearing a lot of clothes"

"But the feeling of coldness still exists, as if it comes from my bone marrow."

"I don't know what's going on, so I asked Master Su to help me find out."

Hearing this, Su Yu nodded thoughtfully.

The Yin Yang Five Elements Bagua lit up in his eyes, and he looked at Jiao Cheng.

Just a glance.

Su Yu's eyes suddenly froze, and he took a deep look at Jiao Cheng. Shen Sheng Q&A

"First of all, what do you do?"

After hearing these words,

Jiao Cheng was silent for a moment, then shuddered as if he was extremely cold and said

"Master Su, you are a senior master who does this kind of yin and yang thing. You should have heard of keeping mourners in mourning, right?"

"This is exactly what I do, and I usually wake up and mourn for people."

Hearing the words"wail keeper",

Su Yu tapped his fingers lightly on the coffee table, frowning and thinking in silence.

The profession of"wake wailer" has actually been around for a long time.

Since ancient times

, there have been rules for treating family members who have passed away. The custom of keeping a mourning and mourning body for seven days is actually extremely cumbersome and tiring.

Just staying in the mourning hall requires mourning and mourning day and night.

They couldn't hold on for more than a few days, so a very special profession was born - mourners.

Whenever they received a job, they had to go to the mourning hall set up by their employer to stand in front of the mourning hall. Weeping and howling, kneeling and guarding the soul.

This is such a seemingly weird profession.

It was quite popular in the underworld, and it was not a problem to support a family.

But as time goes by.

The custom of mourning at mourning was also gradually abandoned, and the number of mourning mourners also decreased sharply. This made the profession that had no real ability and was looked down upon in the underworld become increasingly weak.

With his index finger, he raised his hand to signal Jiao Cheng to continue.

He wrapped his down jacket a little tighter, and Jiao Cheng sniffed as if he was extremely cold.

"I am one of the few people who mourn and mourn, and I can barely make ends meet in this evil deed."

"A few days ago, a family in Xicheng District asked me to help with the funeral."

"This kind of work is very rare nowadays, so I naturally went for it without even thinking about it."

"But now that I think about it, the more I regret it. If I hadn’t gone to that house, I wouldn’t be in this situation."

Speaking of this, Jiao Cheng still had a look of fear on his face.

"Originally, the owner had no intention of setting up a funeral hall, but only planned to hold a memorial service in the funeral home and then ended the event hastily."

"But when I was in the funeral parlor, every time late at night, the coffin would automatically open"

"It's not just a coincidence, but every day, the coffin is placed in the funeral home for four days, and the lid of the coffin is lifted four times."

"No one knew what was going on, and the family didn’t know where they heard it from."

"This kind of thing happens because we don't respect our ancestors enough, and we don't hold a funeral ceremony, keep vigil and cry for them.���"

"After hearing the news, the family quickly took the coffin back, opened the execution ground, set up the mourning hall, etc. in a grand manner."

"You also asked me, the mourner at the wake, to come and help."

"For our Yin practitioners, if the coffin opens automatically, then of course we are not afraid"

"Late at night, all the family members went to bed, and I was the only one in the mourning hall."

"Just as I was crying, I heard the coffin being pushed open."

"My heart trembled, and I was about to close the coffin, but I accidentally glanced at it, and then my whole heart was in my throat."

"This coffin turned out to be an empty coffin……"