Ancient Corpse in the Mountain Village (18)
Yu Shu did almost nothing; it was Yu Huan who did all the work. It wasn't that he was lazy, but Yu Huan wouldn't let him help, always using the incident from the day before as an excuse to get him to rest more.
But it was just as well, because the chat records he saw on the way back were so shocking that it was difficult for him to concentrate and do his work.
He Yuhua was an undercover agent sent from Guangzhou to investigate human trafficking. After she disappeared, her superiors sent a large team to search for her, but they couldn't find her.
"How did they hide the living?"
Jiang Yu leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest: "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
They waited for nightfall. After knowing where He Yuhua was buried, Jiang Yu planned to dig up the two bodies and put them together, but he postponed the plan because he was worried that Yu Shu would be overburdened.
What should have been done last night was put off tonight.
"You can ask that little girl." Yu Shu didn't know that Jiang Yu was going to dig up the body. He naively thought that Jiang Yu was asking for his opinion, so he answered seriously.
Jiang Yu's stern expression didn't hold back, and he burst out laughing: "Aren't you afraid of being uncomfortable by seeing a ghost?"
"You ask, I'll listen from a distance." Yu Shu's eyes met Jiang Yu's, and his rare smile was engraved in his eyes.
After spending these days together, Jiang Yu has become a little accustomed to the fact that sometimes he doesn't understand the hidden meaning behind Shu Hui's words.
Jiang Yu continued Yu Shu's words: "Okay, then go to bed early. I'll take you to ask in the evening."
Unlike before, this time Yu Shu was mentally prepared to see a ghost. He was expectant and anxious. He wished that night would come quickly, but the more he tried to think about it, the slower time passed.
He couldn't fall asleep either, his mind constantly racing. As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to imagine what it would be like to see the little girl, and wondered where they had hidden He Yuhua. On the other hand, Jiang Yu slept soundly, and no one knew what he was dreaming about, as he smacked his lips.
The walking figures of Yu Shu and Jiang Yu seemed to blend into the night, passing through the dense trees. The wind was like an invisible needle and thread, passing through the trees and sewing the night together.
Jiang Yu clearly said that he would take him to find the little girl, but the little girl was in the west of the village, and this was the way up the mountain.
Could it be that Jiang Yu got separated from him? Was this thing in front of him a transformed dirty creature?!
Yu Shu had been daydreaming all day, his brain was not thinking normally, and the more he looked at the swaying black shadows around him, the weirder it seemed to him.
"Who are you?" Yu Shu suddenly asked alertly.
Jiang Yu used the flashlight on his phone to shine light from his chin upwards, and his three-dimensional facial features instantly became dead white. Then he turned and made a face at Yu Shu: "I'm Yu Dingan."
Yu Shu didn't have the intelligence to think about how Yu Ding'an had the ability to get on Jiang Yu. His breathing stopped, his feet slipped and he was about to fall backwards.
Oops, that joke went too far.
Fortunately, Jiang Yu was quick-witted and grabbed Yu Shu's hand and pulled it towards himself.
He didn't control the strength well, and Yu Shu bumped into him directly. The two of them were embracing each other, chest to chest, and inertia made them take a few steps back.
Jiang Yu hugged Yu Shu's waist and turned around to cushion the force.
"You bastard." Yu Shu couldn't help but punch Jiang Yu on the shoulder. The crisp muffled sound was painful to hear.
"Look at the path you're taking."
The punch only sounded painful, but in fact, Yu Shu used the fleshy part of his fist to hit a certain place, causing a collision between flesh and flesh.
Jiang Yu curled his lips and said, "She's been purified and liberated, so we can't find her. Let's go dig out He Yuhua's lower body now, and then go to the west of the village. We didn't know where He Yuhua's upper body was buried before, but now we know, it's easier to just ask the person involved."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"If you had told me earlier, you wouldn't have dared to follow me." Jiang Yu said as a matter of course.
Yu Shu sighed softly. Jiang Yu was right. If he had made it clear in advance that he was coming to dig up the bodies, he wouldn't have come.
Although they were trying to give justice to He Yuhua and Jiang Yu was there, the scene was too physically uncomfortable and I got scared after watching it once.
The two chatted casually and found the place where He Yuhua was buried in the dark.
It was dug up a few days ago and it wasn't crushed to death when it was buried, so it was much easier to dig.
Jiang Yu didn't let Yu Shu take action: "Save your strength." Digging up He Yuya's body was a physical job, and he could do it alone.
The matter that will require Yu Shu's help later is a very troublesome one that requires a high level of mental and physical condition. Jiang Yu does not have the ability to handle it, only Yu Shu can do it.
Yu Shu followed the light from his phone and looked into the pit. The turbid and dirty rotten water before had turned into clear water after just a few days.
It seems that the chicken blood and his blood have worked, and it's quite good.
"Should we carry it over?" Yu Shu was troubled as he looked at the half body.
It's not that he was afraid, but the corpse that had been soaked in water for years would definitely rot quickly once it came into contact with the air. It would be too time-consuming and laborious to carry the coffin filled with water over.
Jiang Yu's silly gaze lingered on Yu Shu for half a second: "You want to lift me, but I don't want to touch me."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yu took out a talisman, gestured in the air, and then let go. The talisman moved with the wind and flew into the dark and blurry woods like a bird.
In a moment, the forest became restless and startled a flock of flying birds, and countless civets, foxes and wild dogs ran out.
They jumped into the pit one after another, forming a wall of flesh to push the coffin up. Then the wild dogs walked in front, followed by the foxes, and the civets in the middle. The flying birds' claws grabbed the edge of the coffin to provide some upward force. Several animals worked together to carry the coffin filled with water down the mountain.
If it weren't for the wind blowing past his ears and the smell of wood mixed with the fragrance of soil, Yu Shu would really think he was dreaming.
The other two Taoists had already dug out He Yuhua's upper body in advance.
Jiang Yu was a good boss. He did not change his mind and left the relatively easy work to his subordinates. In the past, when something happened in the middle of the night, he would pay them overtime first and then let them do the work.
He Yuhua's skin was as pale as in the black and white photo. She died with her eyes wide open, but her pupils had lost their color and were as empty as the whites of her eyes.
The moment the two halves of the body were put together, a strong wind blew and thick fog enveloped the moonlight, making it impossible to penetrate.
Jiang Yu frowned: "Stand behind me."
This is not only for Shu Shuo, but also for his two subordinates.
He Yuhua, dressed as a bride, helped, but the soul dressed as a student had only been seen once, so it was still unknown whether it had any hostility.
The thick fog gradually dissipated, and He Yuhua in student clothes and with bridal makeup appeared in front of everyone.
When the fog came, Jiang Yu had a lucky hope that the two He Yuyas could be reunited, but their bodies had been separated for decades and their souls had been scattered for too long to naturally merge into one.
Yu Shu was very calm, with no fear in his mind and no physical discomfort. He looked at the two He Yuyas with extraordinary calmness, and in his heart he felt a sense of relief that the clouds would finally clear and the moon would appear, and everything would be settled soon.
Jiang Yu pulled out a crystal-clear jade suture needle and a shimmering silver thread from the young Taoist's parcel. This jade needle was a gift from Jiang Yu's master, who said it might be useful after he entered the secular world.
He patted Yu Shu's shoulder and said, "Get to work."
Huh? Work, what kind of work?
Yu Shu was suddenly called to work and was a little slow to react. He stared at Jiang Yu in confusion.
"The body has been separated for too long, and the soul cannot merge. You go and sew it up." Jiang Yu stuffed the needle and thread into Yu Shu's hand, then raised his chin and asked him to come forward.
The jade needle and silver thread, these two tiny objects, seemed to weigh several pounds. As soon as Yu Shu held them firmly with his shoulders, he sank down uncontrollably.
Yu Shu finally came to his senses. He looked at the two pieces of corpse and felt puzzled.
He's a clinical physician, and he can perform surgery and sew, sure, but he's not an undertaker. Things like corpses should be left to professional undertakers, right?!
But there was no one else here who could take over. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to sew up the body. All he could think was how pathetic it was that a clinical doctor had to use his professional skills to play the role of a mortician to sew up a corpse.
Jiang Yu finally realized that he hadn't explained himself clearly, and he pulled Yu Shu back: "I didn't ask you to sew the bodies together, I asked you to sew their souls together."
"You didn't eat enough dinner? Are you so hungry you've forgotten who I am?" Yu Shu reached out and touched Jiang Yu's forehead. He didn't have a fever, so how could he say such outrageous things? He thought he was stitching up a corpse, but he didn't expect it to be stitching up a ghost. How could Yu Shu, who hadn't learned from his master, have such skills?
It was the first time that the two men heard someone speak to Jiang Yu like this, and their eyes lit up with restrained curiosity.
Jiang Yu slapped Yu Shu's hand away and said seriously, "Pick up the needle and look at them through the eye of the needle. You will know what to do."
Jade wards off evil and possesses inherent spiritual energy. A specially crafted jade needle, in the hands of a person with pure Yin energy, can penetrate a ghost's body and restore its scattered souls and spirits. Silver is particularly unique among metals; its ability to detect poison can in turn protect the user from being eroded by Yin energy while mending their souls.
Yu Shu sucked in a breath of cold air, hissed softly, and did as he was told.
Although Jiang Yu would occasionally play tricks on him to amuse him, he never deceived him when he was serious. He squinted his eyes and looked at the threading hole of the jade needle.
A strange scene unfolded. Looking through the threading holes, he saw many incomplete threads between the two He Yuhuas, and a dense mass of tiny dots of light flickering on the ghost's body. As he looked away from the threading holes, the threads and dots vanished, and he instantly understood what Jiang Yu had said.
All he had to do was connect the two glowing points on He Yuhua's body using surgical sutures.
No wonder Jiang Yu wanted to hide it from him at the beginning. This was something that only he could do; no one else could do it.
Yu Shu sighed, thinking that his medical studies were not in vain. He couldn't save people but could help ghosts sew their souls together. It was really amazing.
However, the seemingly easy suturing is extremely physically demanding. Every time I insert the needle and pull the thread, it takes a lot of strength. I start to feel exhausted after only sewing a quarter of the way. I never feel this tired even after performing surgery for five or six hours in a row.
Jiang Yu and his two men could do nothing but wait by the side.
Only a person with pure Yin in his horoscope and medical ability can sew up the three souls and seven spirits. It takes hundreds of years for someone to meet these two conditions. If he had not met Yu Shu, Yu Shu would not have seen the living people curing ghosts, repairing residual souls and suturing broken spirits as described by his master.
He could see that he was under great pressure from the technique. A large part of his back was soaked, his bangs were stuck to his forehead, and his slender neck was covered with sweat, which gleamed with tiny silver lights in the moonlight.
Jiang Yuchong winked at his two men and asked them to go to the side and fan Yu Shu to make him as comfortable as possible.
Yu Shu's breathing rhythm became disordered and his breath became heavy, but his eyes were focused and his hands' movements were steady and accurate.
"Come and help me."
Yu Shu sewed another stitch and finally sewed most of the wound, but he had almost no strength to stand still. The stitching was already overdrawing his physical and mental strength.
Jiang Yu took a long step and straddled Yu Shu's back, holding Yu Shu's waist with both hands and letting him lean on his chest.
Yu Shu gritted his teeth and persevered for two hours before finally giving the last stitch.
The two He Yuhuas closed their eyes and moved towards each other.
When they overlapped, their outlines became blurred, and after swaying up and down, left and right for three to five seconds, the three souls and seven spirits completely returned to one.
After the reunion, He Yuhua was wearing a refreshing student outfit, and the pair of embroidered shoes were so familiar, but what was more eye-catching than the embroidered shoes were the shocking and dense scars on her hands and feet.
He Yuhua's gaze swept from the two little Taoist priests to Jiang Yu and finally fell on Yu Shu's face. Her eyes changed from gratitude to mixed feelings.
After a moment, He Yuhua slowly spoke, her slightly hoarse mezzo-soprano voice full of vigor and strength: "Thank you."
Yu Shu was severely exhausted, unable to hold the needle and thread steadily, and couldn't stand properly. Jiang Yu picked him up by the waist and walked to He Yuhua.
Standing was hard enough for Shu, so Jiang Yu could make him feel more comfortable and save him trouble. He was too lazy to resist and had no energy to struggle.
"Give you ten minutes to organize your words. Tell me everything you've experienced and know, and I can help you." Jiang Yu didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.
"The little girl should have told you everything else." He Yuhua paused. "Yu Dingan used a strange method to make me fake my death. He buried me in a dry well and filled it with water. After the search was over, he drained the water and dug me out."
Yu Ding'an had another reason for burying half of He Yuhua's body in the mass grave. Even though the little girl was bound by the family tomb and suppressed her resentment, her resentment was still immense. He buried He Yuhua in that spot precisely because he saw that her resentment was equally strong. If the two of them were to clash, it would not affect the villagers too much.
But he didn't expect that He Yuhua, who was used to balance the little girl's resentment, had unknowingly reached a consensus with the little girl. The two ghosts who were supposed to check and balance each other realized that fighting would only benefit those ruthless guys, so they united and waited for an opportunity.
The sighting of He Yuhua in school uniform in the west of the village during the day was a test by the little girl and He Yuhua. They bet that Jiang Yu and Yu Shu would get to the bottom of the matter. When Yu Shu encountered the resurrected Yu Ding'an and was in danger, it was He Yuhua who asked the little girl to rescue him and pass on the information.
He Yuhua sighed that her bet was right and both she and the little girl were relieved.
"There is no well in the village." Yu Shu was exhausted and panting.
He Yuhua avoided Yu Shu's gaze and said, "When you were a child, the tree in your yard was planted after the dry well was filled. When you were nine years old, you fell from the tree, and Yu Dingan cut it down."
Yu Shu's eyelids couldn't help twitching a few times. He Yuhua was really familiar with his house.
No wonder there is such a strange tree in the middle of the yard. It would make much more sense if it used to be a well.
Jiang Yu thought for a moment and said, "Your colleague is still looking for you."
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