I saved the undead for 100 years in Dajin

Yuan Zhan opened his eyes and recited the Buddha three times.

The north wind outside the house is bleak and chilly, and the life experience inside the house is bleak and gloomy.

Under the dim oil lamp, a row of black coffins were neatly stacked in front of the kang.

where is this?

Immediately, there was a bang on the door, and someone yelled, "Yuan Zhan, wake up... Your lord has an order. Someone was killed in the wicker alley, so let's go there quickly. It's too late, be careful not to worry about it..." ..."

grown ups?Wicker Lane?Human life?

Yuan Zhan felt his mind in a trance for a while, and was instantly stuffed into a strange memory.

When he understood it, he realized that he had crossed over.

Became the lowest-ranking official in the official class of the Great Jin Dynasty—the coroner, formerly known as Wu Zuo, who belonged to the Bing Cao Department of Sili Xiaowei's Mansion.

The time is now the first year of Yongxi in the Great Jin Dynasty.

A century of war has just ended, the empire has been unified, and the people's livelihood has not yet been restored. The founding emperor Wudi passed away. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he was weak and incompetent. occur.

This is a parallel world that has almost no connection with the earth.

The war resulted in the death of a large number of soldiers and poor people, and the souls of innocent people lingered and lingered in the world, and even turned into demons to bring disaster to the world.

Sili Xiaowei is a special state machine created under such a situation, and is responsible for investigating matters related to demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters.

The Bing Cao Engagement Department took care of all cases related to the dead inside and outside the capital, including normal death and abnormal death.

"Yuan Zhan, why are you dawdling, hurry up!"

The man who looks like a ghost outside is also a master, named He Ping, who is about twenty years older than him, and has been in this industry for more than half his life, so he can be regarded as half of his master.

Seeing that he hadn't come out for so long, He Ping kicked the door with his feet.

Yuan Zhan timidly sorted out his thoughts, quickly got up from the kang, put on the stinking coarse cloth gown, opened the door and went out.

Because there are regulations in the Captain's Mansion, if you delay your errand, you will be beheaded.

He didn't want to lose his head just after crossing over.

The feeling of the knife being cut across the neck must be uncomfortable.

"What are you doing? I thought you were dead..."

He Ping yelled loudly, and looked into the room with his head, his face calmed down a little.

Only then did Yuan Zhan know that he was really afraid that he would not wake up when he yelled so hastily.

Yesterday, there was an errand that killed seven people. It is said that all the dead were the bodyguards of Ruyang King. I don't know who is so courageous to assassinate the emperor's relatives.

After receiving the report, Xiaowei's Mansion did not dare to deal with it hastily, and ordered Bing Cao to take people there in person to carefully survey the scene.

This has ruined the work of the four of them. They spent a whole day digging the ground almost three feet, looking for all possible clues.

After the corpse was cleaned up, the cause of death was found out, the report was written, and then put into the coffin, it was already dark, and everyone got together to eat a cold meal, and then they all went back to the house tired to sleep.

Probably the dead person was contaminated with some unclean things. Yuan Zhan's predecessor was contaminated too much, and he was frightened, so his soul disappeared in his sleep and passed away forever.

Like the executioner, the second cobbler, and the paper maker, Wu Zuo is a handicraft of fishing for the vulva. Not many people dare to do it, and most of what they can do is inherited from their father's business or taught from teacher to student. Otherwise, life is not hard enough, and money will Also tricky.

Yuan Zhan inherited his father's profession, and he had hoped to make a living with it as a way out, but in the end he still couldn't resist the erosion of evil spirits and died young.

At this moment, another foreman, Cao Shun, trotted over, and said to He Ping with a look of fear, "Boss He, Father Cao passed by last night."

"what?"

When Yuan Zhan heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

This is really not a human job, there are only four people in total, two of them died in one night.

He Ping's face was also ugly, but after a while of silence, he said in an indifferent and relaxed tone: "Let's go. It's good to go. Lao Cao is getting old, and he will suffer if he continues to work. It's better So clean."

This was self-deprecating, and he glanced at Yuan Zhan again after speaking.

Of course Yuan Zhan understood what he meant.

I said in my heart that Xiao Yuan left early, and you still need to think about it.

In fact, in their group, Yuan Zhan's predecessor was physically weak, and Lao Cao was stronger. In the end, the strong one left, and the weak one was fine.

Of course, there is no way to explain these, Yuan Zhan can only secretly tell himself to be more careful.

Afterwards, each went his own way, followed behind a group of guards, left the Captain's Mansion, and went straight to Wicker Lane.

Yuan Zhan was still in charge of pulling his cart, and two straw mats were stacked on it, because there were few deaths today.

Yesterday, I pulled a full cart, and the ones that were missing were not enough.

When I came outside Wicker Alley, I looked up and saw two streamers flying in the sky.

That is the secret guard of the Captain's Mansion, responsible for protecting the safety of the capital. If something happens to a dead person, they will hide nearby and observe until the official dispatch arrives.

These people are all masters of martial arts, with the level of monks, able to fly with a sword, and also have some basic spells.

Of course, these are all left in the memory of Yuan Zhan's predecessor. They are what others said. There is no basis for the specifics.

Walking into the alley, the guards blocked the two ends and blocked the dead man's side.

The torches of the lanterns were lit, and they were as bright as day.

Under the light, the face of the deceased was finally seen clearly.

He is a son of an official family.

The clothes were bright, and the blood stains were even brighter. Against the background of the pale face and the two protruding white eyeballs, it looked creepy.

There was a fist-sized blood hole on the deceased's chest, and blood still leaked out until now, and a large puddle dripped under his body.

It was a one-punch kill.

He didn't even have a chance to twist and struggle, and just fell to the ground dead straight, and the expression on his face also proved this point.

Because this kind of trauma is obvious at a glance, it is relatively easy to deal with the body, as long as a simple re-examination and a cutscene are made, the body can be collected and the work can be handed over.

He Ping is a veteran, and he is the main body examiner.

Seeing that he took out a talisman first, muttered a few words silently in front of the corpse, and then lit it on the fire.

When the talisman paper is burnt out, stir the ashes into the clear water, hold the bowl with one hand, and distribute the talisman water with the other hand, and sprinkle it lightly on the corpse.

This is called the town spirit talisman, which can eliminate the hostility and evil spirit on the corpse, and at the same time, it can also find out whether there are monsters or ghosts hiding in the first place, so as to protect the life safety of the guards.

But in fact, everyone knows that the effectiveness of this talisman is pitifully low. Although it can guard against some little ghosts, it can't be helped when encountering powerful evil creatures.

After waiting for a while, there was no change in the body, indicating that everything was normal, and He Ping began to work according to the procedure.

I saw that he first took a handful of silver hairpins, probed into the wound several times, and shook his head at the master with a terrified expression.

Everyone understood at a glance that the heart was gone, and it was another abnormal death.

The cause of death is basically clear, and there is nothing else to investigate.

However, the procedures that should be followed still went ahead, so He Ping turned the corpse over again with the help of Cao Shun, inspected it from front to back, up, down, left, and right. After missing it, register it in the register and call Yuan Zhan to collect the body.

Yuan Zhan was a little nervous when he saw the corpse for the first time.

He Ping gave him a push and said, "Why are you in a daze. Hurry up and collect the body, and go back to hand in your errands, maybe you can still squint for a while."

Yuan Zhan had no choice but to pick up the straw mat and walk over bravely.

In the past, Lao Cao worked with him, but now he can only do it himself.

Standing in front of the corpse, I recited the Buddha silently three times, and prayed in my heart: "May the layman let go of the resentment in his heart, stop being entangled in the glitz of the world, and return to bliss as soon as possible, reincarnated, and free from the suffering of this karma."

Then he spread the straw mat on the ground, closed his eyes, lifted the corpse and turned over, and then turned over again, covered the straw mat and rolled it up.

When you're done, bundle them with straw ropes and carry them to the cart.

As soon as it was put away, there was a sudden trance in front of my eyes, and I saw a vision.

The void was distorted, as if something was about to move inside, and then it was split open by a dazzling brilliance, revealing its real body.

This is a huge Chinese watch that towers up to the sky.

It is densely filled with tiny small characters, and each small character is connected with the shadow of a dead soul floating up and down there. The field is very different.

Under the Huabiao, the tombs are densely covered, and the Yin Qi is filled with ups and downs like tides;

Behind Huabiao, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, stretching endlessly without end.

Inside the Huabiao, the rolling karmic fire forms three golden characters: Gongdelin.