In our long-standing and historically rich land of China, many professions have their own rules and taboos. This is especially true for ancient and mysterious crafts.
For instance, when engag...
Not only Zhao Youliang, but everyone else eating breakfast at the steamed bun shop did the same.
We've been neighbors for so many years, and whenever someone in a family has a problem, we always step in to help.
When Zhao Youliang and Qi Zhigang arrived, the area in front of Old Wu's house was already surrounded by people, three or four layers deep.
People pointed and whispered among themselves in the courtyard: "Why does it look so eerie inside? Could it be another evil spirit harming people?"
"Otherwise, Old Wu was perfectly fine; he couldn't have suddenly hanged himself!!"
"Old Wu is dead?!" Zhao Youliang was shocked to hear this.
Because he broke the "Suppressing Saint Technique" using the "Breaking with Life" method, even if Old Wu really did harm someone, he wouldn't take their life.
"How could this happen?!"
While they were pondering this, Zhao Youliang and Qi Zhigang had already pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the courtyard.
The bizarre scene before him once again shocked Zhao Youliang.
"A Gathering Fiend Formation?!"
"Did Old Wu commit suicide? Was he trying to turn himself into the most terrifying vengeful ghost?!"
Old Wu, the carpenter, was dressed in red and wearing the "three-inch shoes" that only women with bound feet wore in ancient times. He was hanging straight from a tree in the yard.
His eyes rolled upwards desperately, and his long tongue hung down in front of his chest.
Beneath Old Wu's body lay a blood-red coffin without a lid.
The most bizarre thing was that there was another corpse in the coffin—a corpse that had been disemboweled and died in a gruesome manner.
Outside the book: I'm experiencing a creative block and may write one less chapter recently, but I'll still be updating frequently.
I'm sorry everyone.
Dear readers, this is not because I'm being lazy.
I write until 4 a.m. every day before I dare to go to sleep. Those who follow me and watch my live writing broadcasts know this.
Also, I usually don't look at my phone screen when I'm typing during live streams, so I rarely reply to messages. I apologize to everyone!