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Should I dismember the body?
I've never had any particular feelings about corpses. Having seen so many, they're not much different from dead meat in my eyes.
While working at the funeral home, I also encountered some very unusual bodies.
Conventional repair methods were simply not feasible, so cutting became a necessary step.
I remember once, the museum sent in a body that had been in a serious car accident.
When the white sheet was lifted, the scene was shocking.
The deceased's entire chest cavity was severely deformed, with broken ribs piercing through the flesh and exposing blood.
The abdominal organs were severely displaced under the powerful impact, and some were even ruptured and exposed.
The limbs were twisted, the wounds were bloody and mangled, and there were many glass and metal fragments embedded in them.
To fully restore such a body and allow the family to bid a dignified farewell, dismemberment must be performed first.
First, the chest cavity must be cut open, and the tissues must be separated little by little along the intercostal spaces.
Then, the foreign object embedded in the bone was carefully removed, and then cut along the joint.
Finally, it needs to be filled and shaped.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Yuan Ying patted my shoulder.
“Xiao Chen, this ‘Blood Vengeful Corpse’ is filled with deep resentment. If it is not dealt with specially, it may cause trouble in the future. I know you are under a lot of pressure, but I hope you can overcome it.”
I quickly said it wasn't that I felt guilty; I was just thinking about dividing it into several pieces.
No matter how hard the corpse is, you can cut it.
"Go to the bag and take out the peach wood sword and black dog blood. Use the peach wood sword as the blade and the black dog blood to ward off evil. Then dismember Ji Yunfei's body by separating the limbs, head, and torso."
“The cut-off parts were wrapped with red rope and sealed with yellow talismans in preparation for burial.”
After saying that, she turned and left.
I asked her where she was going.
"I'll go get a bridal sedan chair."
As she spoke, she looked at Ji Fucai.
"Brother Ji, go find a professional funeral procession and a team of suona players. You'll need them later."
After saying that, Yuan Ying left.
Ji Fucai left two people to help me dismember Ji Yunfei, but those two guys were incredibly cowardly.
They just stood there watching from a distance, showing no intention of coming up to help.
It was an hour later when I finished disposing of Ji Yunfei's body.
There was already some banging and hammering outside, and listening to this music, I was a little stunned.
It looks familiar, but I can't quite place it right now.
My soul is fragmented, my memory is not as good as before, and I have even forgotten many things.
It wasn't until I went outside and saw the two rows of funeral processions at the front, dressed in bright red, festive clothes, that I remembered why the music sounded so familiar.
Isn't this "Crying at Dawn"?
When Su Mingyang and I received Bai Su's body, the song "Crying at the Fifth Watch" started playing outside.
When I saw a seven or eight-year-old boy with makeup on, I was completely stunned.
He was dressed in a bright red brocade children's outfit, wearing a small red round hat, and holding the photo frame with reverence in his hands.
Behind the child were two rows of men and women dressed in bright red wedding attire, carrying lanterns, numbering around several dozen.
The man wore a black gauze hat, and the woman wore an elaborate hairstyle.
There was also a large red sedan chair decorated with dragons and phoenixes.
This scene...
My mind went blank for a moment.
This familiar scene was like a knife stabbing into my heart, the pain making my breathing rapid.
"Xiao Chen, are you alright?"
Seeing that I was unsteady on my feet, Yuan Ying stepped forward and supported my arm.
"without……"
I was stunned after saying just one word.
Because Yuan Ying's attire at this moment clearly indicated that she was a matchmaker.
She wore a brightly colored, diagonally-buttoned short jacket embroidered with intricate peony patterns, paired with wide-legged black silk trousers and a wide belt embroidered with mandarin ducks around her waist.
Her face was covered with thick makeup, her cheeks were rosy, her lips were painted a bright red, and she wore a small black hat with several colorful beaded flowers on her head.
"Yingniang, you...you..."
I stared at her blankly, feeling as if my head had been hit hard with a hammer, the pain almost splitting it open.
Yingniang looked at me with concern, helped me sit down in a chair, and looked at the funeral procession dressed in festive attire. She slowly began to explain.
“Xiao Chen, what you are seeing is not strange without reason. In our line of work, this is called ‘ghost wedding funeral’.”
"The 'Crying at the Fifth Watch' is a tune commonly used in weddings and funerals in the old days. However, today's funeral is a ghost marriage for those who died young or violently before marriage."
"Look at the photo frame that the little boy is holding. Inside is a picture of the deceased, dressed in bright red. This is to symbolize the harmony of yin and yang, so that the soul can find a companion in another world and no longer wander alone, free from the suffering of a lonely ghost."
"In Yin-Yang magic, the two rows of men and women carrying lanterns symbolize the light that guides the soul to the underworld. They are dressed in wedding clothes, which means that they are preparing a happy event for the deceased and sending them on a new 'journey'."
“That bridal sedan chair is the instrument used to fetch the bride, to guide the soul of the deceased to a new home, and my attire as a matchmaker is also part of this ceremony.”
"In the realms of Yin and Yang, there must be a matchmaker. I am the one who acts as the bridge between Yin and Yang, facilitating this 'marriage' so that the departed souls can rest in peace and not linger in the mortal world, thus preventing further trouble."
Actually, I didn't hear a single word of what Yuan Ying said.
Because the scene before me completely overlapped with the scene before me, I couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
One is what I've experienced, and the other is what I'm experiencing now.
They went from being spectators to participants.
It feels like you're watching a movie, but the next second, you become the main character in the movie.
"Alright, it's time. We should get going, or we'll be late!"
Yingniang patted my shoulder, stood up, and loudly instructed the funeral procession on some matters along the way.
The mournful strains of "Crying at the Fifth Watch" rang out once more, and the procession marched in a grand procession down the street.
I followed the group in a daze, walking forward like a walking corpse.
But as I walked, I realized something was wrong.
This seems to have gone astray.
And this route...
This route is clearly the route to Qinglongshan Crematorium.
Through the white mist, I could vaguely see a person standing on tiptoe by the roadside, peering in this direction.
As the crowd slowly approached, I could see clearly.
The one who was observing was actually myself!
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[Some readers might not understand, feeling like it's going in circles, but the storyline has never been broken, and it's now starting to fill in the plot holes from before.]
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