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"He Qianlin"

"Huahua, why are you here?" He Qianlin was surprised.

Wang Chunhua's face darkened in an instant. If he continued to entangle with He Qianlin, the end would be the same as last night. It was a waste of energy. Anyway, He Qianlin would not change his words, so he just pretended not to hear.

"Where's the corpse?"

"It hasn't been dragged out yet. I'm sorting out tools. Aunt Liu said that the corpse is quite horrible. Let me be mentally prepared!" He Qianlin was fiddling with her sewing bag.

"Drag it out, I'm here anyway, just take a look!"

He Qianlin opened the freezer as she said, and lifted the white cloth, and frowned when she saw the unrecognizable appearance. After moving the person to the workbench, she began to look at it carefully.

The lower body of the deceased was intact, and the main wounds were concentrated on the throat and face. The face could no longer be called a face. The muscles on one side of the face were ripped off. He Qianlin even saw a tooth mark next to the nose, and the lower lip was missing. Flying, the pale teeth and some gray gums were exposed to the air, the neck was gnawed so that the esophagus fell out, and there were several deep blood holes and scratches on the chest.

Wang Chunhua glanced sideways, and then said softly: "It's the same as the smell of filth from your wound, it seems that the waiter was indeed taken away by Mr. Qin!"

"But he has taken away everything, so why would he harm others?" He Qianlin was a little puzzled. This person was killed the night he left the western restaurant. If Mr. Qin was reborn, why would he harm others?

"Stupid, how could it be so easy in this world to make the seizure of the house so easy? He killed the soul of the waiter. When the waiter died, the body would naturally die. He occupied the body. In this weather, it will take up to three days, otherwise it will It stinks... No, I finally know why he sucked your blood, damn it..." Wang Chunhua suddenly became agitated, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

"Ah, why?" He Qianlin blinked blankly, what did his seizure have to do with her own blood.

"Because you... hey, forget it, anyway, I can't tell you clearly, anyway, your body is full of aura, and he will naturally live longer if he sucks your blood, you have to remember, in the future Don't let the filth get close to you, or I won't be able to keep you. Be careful these few days, he's going to kill his whole family, his body won't last that long, and he will definitely come to you again .”

What Wang Chunhua said made He Qianlin's complexion change drastically. She doesn't want to touch these things anymore. Why would she come to find herself? She is not Mr. Qin's opponent at all.

Wang Chunhua looked at the corpse carefully again with her hands behind her back, then she nodded in reassurance, and said softly: "There is basically no problem, you can take your time, I will go out first."

He Qianlin reluctantly watched Wang Chunhua leave, then withdrew her nostalgic eyes, looked at the corpse and shrugged, took out a talisman paper from her bag, took out the lighter and lit it, and then put the burning talisman paper on the In a ceramic bowl, after the talisman paper was burned, he took out Yin-Yang water and poured it into the bowl.

Yin-yang water is the dew in the positive and negative seasons. The dew is collected on vines between midnight and one o'clock, and then exposed to the sun between twelve o'clock and one o'clock in the noon. The production of Yin-yang water Be sure to pay attention to the time, not exceed one point, not one point less, otherwise it will have no effect.

He Qianlin squeezed her sword fingers and stirred in the bowl a few times, then picked up the bowl, took a mouthful and sprayed it out towards the wound on the corpse, until the wound was sprayed with yin and yang water mixed with rune ash, then she gave up, holding up her sleeves After wiping his mouth, he went to the sink to rinse his mouth, and then sat back at the workbench again.

She raised her eyes to look at the clock on the wall, and then looked out of the window in boredom. Why didn't she feel that the time was so difficult when she was mending the corpse?Why, in just ten minutes, I really miss the curator.

After finally simmering for 5 minutes, he sat up straight and stared at the corpse on the workbench with fiery eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently pinched the corpse's face. The corpse's mouth was pinched open, and a gray gas flowed from the mouth. floated out.

Then He Qianlin slowly took out a copper coin from her bag and put it on the seal of the corpse, picked up the cotton cloth and needle and thread, moved it to the side of the torso and began to sew the scars on her body.

There are many scratches on the body of the corpse. Don’t worry about these, just apply some skin mud to cover them. The main reason is that there are a few blood holes. This blood hole happened to be on the left chest. It should be that the heart was almost dug out, although I don’t know. Why haven't they been dug out, but it's better to sew up these blood holes by yourself, so that it will be more natural when you wipe the skin mud. You can't hold a perfunctory attitude.

After treating the wound on her body, He Qianlin was a little sad. Such a big gap in her neck would be difficult to mend. She turned her head and thought about it, and took out a large piece of plasticine as thick as a famous book from the tool drawer beside her. , took a piece and squeezed it to plug the gap in the neck, and carefully applied the skin mud to make the wound look like a life. He Qianlin even carefully pinched a slightly raised Adam's apple with plasticine.

After finally dealing with this person, He Qianlin stretched her waist, got up and stretched her muscles and bones, and then tidied up all the tools before she took out her cosmetic bag. The last time a dead person opened her eyes, she made such a big fuss Regarding the matter, He Qianlin was more or less a little grudged, and this was a corpse killed by Mr. Qin. Thinking of it this way, she held the powder puff and hesitated for a long time, but did not dare to wipe it on the face of the corpse.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, put the powder puff back into the box, then pushed away the chair, stood up, and muttered: "There are almost no traces of demons in the world, but there are many people in this world who are close to demons. I know that the talisman is enough to control the demons of demons, but not enough to control the demons of human beings, so I will let him make a big wish again."

After reading these elegant words, He Qianlin stretched out her index finger and looked at the corpse in front of her devoutly. With her index finger, she gently traced the eyebrows of the corpse, her wrist gestures outlined the eye lines, and her index finger slowly moved down along the bridge of the nose. Finally, gently caressed the lips of the deceased, then picked up the powder puff and put on the makeup. While putting on the makeup, he said slowly: "Yaoyao Mingming, the heaven and the earth are born together, when they disperse, they form qi, when they gather together, they form, painting skin and painting Corpse, painting soul to the bone, everything today is the cause and effect of the past, hurry and hurry!"

The whole process was extremely smooth, but after putting on the makeup, He Qianlin was paralyzed on the seat weakly and could not move. It has been a long time since I painted a corpse. This kind of torture, I don’t know if it is not enough or what, as long as I start to recite the incantation of painting corpses, I will feel countless ghosts eating my body, tearing it bite by bite, the severe pain can make me unable to concentrate, But he couldn't pass out, he could only grit his teeth and endure all this.

And once the painting of corpses starts, don’t stop halfway through, otherwise there will be endless pain. You can only grit your teeth and finish the steps of painting corpses step by step. All these are taught by the master, but the master did it well. Sometimes I understate it, I can't see the pain at all, I am curious to ask, but I am just told, I am used to it!

I'm used to it, I'm actually used to it, that is to say, the master has become so used to this kind of pain that he is numb, when will I be able to get used to it?He Qianlin didn't want to get used to it, and the master didn't force her, so the technique of painting corpses was gradually forgotten. Right now, she might be afraid, or she might let Mr. Qin do harm again because she didn't catch him. Feeling guilty for the victim, He Qianlin finally used the technique of painting corpses for the first time in so many years after her master left.

Lying on the seat for a long time, he felt that the strength that had been evacuated finally came back. He staggered up, took off the mask and threw it aside, leaned on the wall and went to the cremation room and knocked. After coming out, seeing He Qianlin, she couldn't help grinning heartily and said, "Qianlin, what's the matter!"

He Qianlin said weakly: "The corpse is finished, go to Aunt Liu, I just painted the corpse, I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep!"

Gao Lei raised his eyebrows, quickly closed the door of the cremation room, and said with concern: "It's okay, uncle, let's carry you up, why is your face so pale, I will ask your aunt to make some soup for you later repair!"

"What are you doing?" Wang Chunhua leaned against the wall with her arms folded and looked at the two people who were chattering with some dissatisfaction. She just came to the ritual place to bask in the sun and met He Qianlin.

As soon as Gao Lei turned around, he was so scared that he almost ran away. Emma, ​​something big happened, why did he suddenly carry He Qianlin back, and was caught straight by the curator? This expressionless face, and that The slightly frowned eyebrows must be dissatisfied with himself, and it's over, so he doesn't want to fire himself.

Gao Lei felt that he had to clean up the current situation. He didn't covet the curator's husband, so he rubbed his hands quickly, trying to wrinkle his face into a chrysanthemum shape, and said with a flattering smile: "Ah! My lord, that Qianlin just did it, so now I don’t even have the strength to walk. It’s great that you’re here. I was thinking of calling you just now. There’s still someone burning in my stove, so I’ll go back first. !"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the door of the cremation room and got in, then closed the door heavily with his backhand, leaned against the back of the door and patted his chest, and said to himself: "Damn chicken, I was scared to death! "

Wang Chunhua raised her eyebrows, and looked suspiciously at He Qianlin, who was leaning on the wall, who was so weak that she seemed to fall to the ground at any time. What's the matter with this person? Didn't he be fine this morning? Why did he sew a corpse and exhaust himself so?

"Huahua, can you take me to the dormitory?" He Qianlin opened her eyes and looked over innocently.

"Let's go by myself." Wang Chunhua rolled her eyes blankly, turned and left in a cool manner.