Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

There were ten corpses lying on the large communal bed. They were all lying upright at first, but now they had changed their posture. Some were crossing their legs, some were embracing each other, and some were even snoring.

Li Feng pretended not to care. He was too lazy to even light incense. These corpses had obviously been tampered with, so using incense wouldn't work. He might as well just go straight for the kill and see who could beat whom.

Having prepared a large needle and a small needle, Li Feng first put the small needle in his mouth and placed the large needle in his hand, then went to the corpse god in front of him.

The corpse was exposed, its chest revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, bones exposed and crawling with maggots. Its skin had long been peeled off, and it was still rubbing itself in its hand, a squinting smile on its pale face as it looked at Li Feng.

Seeing that the Corpse Lord seemed to want to speak, Li Feng suddenly pressed down with a heavy kick, making the Corpse Lord, who was about to stand up, catch his breath and finally lie down firmly. Only then did Li Feng pick up the big needle and, without any finesse, sew up the skin in the Corpse Lord's hand and chest together.

He bowed deeply to the corpse lord, saying, "Lord, may you rest in peace. I respectfully pay my respects to you, so you can breathe your last. I'll also place your hand on my heart. Don't worry too much about things at home."

After mastering the large needle technique, he spat out a small needle and first stuffed a copper coin into the corpse's mouth as a hush money payment. This needle served as the sealing needle. After sewing it up and tidying it up, the corpse stared wide-eyed, mumbled for a long time, and then stopped breathing.

After finishing one round of work, Li Feng turned the corpse over again and put a few needles along its spine. This is called "spine poking," to prevent the corpse from gossiping about us behind our backs, as it would be dishonest if word got out.

A complete set was completed.

Turning around, Li Feng revealed a set of white teeth and smiled miserably, scaring all the corpses so much that they didn't dare to move and lay stiffly upright.

"Gentlemen, you should all take a good look. I don't pass on this skill to outsiders. Don't let word of it leak out on the way to the underworld, or I'll have to give you an explanation next time."

After speaking, Li Feng stitched up the corpses one by one according to the rules. Once the work was done, he stood up, rubbed his back, and couldn't help but sigh. The work of a corpse stitcher was truly not something a human could do; it was far too tiring.

Having at least collected some ingots and gained some good karma, Li Feng poured all his energy into the Heaven and Earth Money Shop.

At this moment, the simulator lit up, flashing through the life stories of these river drifters from Suolong Village. Each of them was highly skilled, but unfortunately, they encountered a place that had no fixed abode, which led to the entire village being swallowed up.

The simulator didn't give him anything good, and Li Feng didn't expect to get anything from these people. Hearing the roosters crowing outside and the dawn breaking through the window, he knew that another night had passed.

I couldn't help but sigh; another night had passed.

Squinting, Li Feng went outside and stretched. He saw Mr. Lin humming a tune early in the morning, making Yu Yaya blush with embarrassment. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, wondering where she had heard such lewd slang.

The more I looked at Mr. Lin, the less he seemed like a proper temple keeper. What kind of temple keeper knows how to live like this?

When Mr. Lin saw Li Feng approaching, he quickly shut up, looked Li Feng up and down, and chuckled, "I was just saying, your skills are top-notch. This time you've shown your skills, and those experts didn't even notice."

Yu Yatou came over and handed Li Feng a cup of tea. Li Feng waved his hand and asked Yu Yatou to change the tea. It wasn't that the tea was bad, but it wasn't stimulating enough. He needed a stronger one to be effective.

Yu Yatou nodded and went into the house with light, quick steps.

After finishing his tea and clearing his head, Li Feng looked at Mr. Lin and said, "Sir, this work is done. What about the promise you made?"

Mr. Lin waved his hand, "No rush, no rush, we'll talk about that later. They should be here by noon. They know they're in the wrong, and those who know the rules won't refuse to come."

After listening to Mr. Lin's words, Li Feng nodded and was no longer in a hurry. He first asked someone to add some silver to help these boatmen from Suolongzhuang get off the river, so that they could have an explanation.

He then went back to add some incense to the west wing, partly to remove the odor and partly to see the guest off.

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Wai Liu Village, Snake Fairy Temple.

"Grandma, Grandma, this is terrible! Someone in the village has destroyed our ancestral hall again and killed a lot of young children."

A middle-aged man stumbled across the threshold, nearly falling to the ground, shouting loudly, his face showing genuine anxiety.

After a long while, an old woman-like figure emerged from behind the dilapidated snake deity statue.

"Hey, that's strange. How could they drive someone to their death like that? I should have followed that snake-man and gone to take refuge first. Sigh!"

"But now that things have gotten so complicated, we can't leave even if we want to, and we can't hide even if we want to."

The old woman sighed repeatedly, a pipe dangling from her mouth, as she took several deep drags of her cigarette in distress.

"If it doesn't work, we'll fight them. What, do you want people to die? We didn't cause this, so why are you forcing us to take the blame?"

The middle-aged man was about to roll up his sleeves in a huff.

"Come on, with our strength, how could we be a match for them? You don't even know how deep the water is in here. Ever since we moved here, trouble has been brewing. No matter how much you explain, they won't believe you."

The old lady exhaled a puff of smoke, sat cross-legged on a small stool, and had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What can we do? Just let others trample on us? Today we only killed a couple, but in the future they might just slaughter us all."

The middle-aged man was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"What do you know? The saying goes, 'Things reach their extreme and then reverse.' Do you really think this is out of the ordinary? You're supposed to be an expert, how come you don't even know basic knowledge? What's this called? What's this called? The storyteller already said it's the law of cause and effect, you have to believe it!"

"Read more books and speak less nonsense! We were hoping you would pass the imperial examinations and bring us some good fortune, but we never expected you to be the most unreliable one."

The old lady gave him a few words of encouragement, then smiled and said, "Don't be so upset. See, things always take a turn for the better, don't you see?"

Hearing the old lady's words, the middle-aged man was still a little stunned when he heard a boisterous young man come in from outside, shouting, "Grandma, I saw that craftsman from the village was hanging by a thread, being carried south."

"Why?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he reacted and burst into laughter. "Grandma, let's strike while he's sick and take his life! Why don't we intercept him halfway?"

The old woman was immediately enraged and picked up her pipe, slamming it hard against the middle-aged man's head.