This god is really evil

Chapter 1: The corpse is removed from the coffin
Da Qi, Weizi Town, Yizhuang.

Li Yan was wearing a worn and thick apron, standing in front of the long wooden table with an expressionless face.

On the long brown wooden table, there was a stiff corpse. It looked like a skinny middle-aged man, who had just been brought here by the corpse collector today.

"Strip."

Wang Liang, the master of corpse dissection, who was sitting on the armchair nearby, said calmly.

Li Yan followed his instructions and undressed the corpse, leaving it completely naked as if it had just entered the world.

"Sew the eyes."

Li Yan took a deep breath, and without changing his expression or heartbeat, he picked up the thick sewing needle stuck on the cloth bag next to him, threaded the needle, and sewed the eyelids of the corpse tightly with cowhide thread soaked in black dog blood.

An eye needs nine stitches, not one more or one less.

"seal."

A thick sewing needle pierced through the lips of the corpse, thirty-six stitches in total, and the densely packed stitches sealed the corpse's mouth tightly.

"Seal your ears."

Li Yan turned the corpse's head to the side, took half a lamp of red wax that had been heated by an oil lamp for a while, and poured it into the corpse's left ear.

After the wax is filled and sealed and the wax solidifies, the same process is repeated to completely seal the right ear of the corpse with wax.

Seeing Li Yan's skillful technique, Wang Liang nodded slightly and continued:
"Seal the acupoints."

Li Yan immediately turned the corpse over face down, picked up the lead weight next to it, and inserted it into the corpse's anus.

But he was stunned when he saw the faintly outlined feather-like tattoo on the left shoulder of the corpse. It seemed that several corpses he had cremated these days all had this kind of tattoo, but Wang Liang never said anything.

After doing all this, without waiting for Wang Liang to continue speaking, Li Yan grabbed the razor in the cloth bag and started shaving the corpse's hair piece by piece from the back of his head. In a short while, the corpse was shaved bald.

He then turned the body over again, picked up a hook knife beside him, cut open the heart of the body, and placed all the internal organs in a wooden box filled with scriptures. He then sewed the chest and abdomen together with forty-nine stitches.

Then he took the rope made of beef tendons and cowhide nearby and tied up the hands and feet of the corpse tightly.

Wang Liang took a sip of the tea to moisten his throat, and said calmly:

"Your technique is still crude. Just wrap the banner."

Li Yan took a stack of palm-wide prayer flags from a wooden rack nearby. The flags were covered with incomprehensible scriptures written in cinnabar. He wrapped the corpse from head to toe like a dumpling and considerately tied a bow on the chest.

After doing all this, and dragging the heavy corpse, Li Yan was already sweating profusely, and his apron was covered in blood.

Wang Liang pretended not to see it, put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and said:
"Okay, you helped me a little today with my guidance. The body has been dissected, so let's burn it."

After saying this, he walked out of the morgue with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, and went to his public housing to rest.

Li Yan responded with "Slow down", but when Wang Liang walked away, he couldn't help but spit.

This corpse dissection job is not difficult at all. If he can't practice martial arts, an apprentice like him will never become a corpse dissection master in his lifetime. This old bastard is treating him as free labor in the name of guidance. He is really a piece of shit.

The charity cemeteries set up by the Great Qi court were under the management of local government offices and were specifically used to burn the bodies of those who were ownerless or had died from evil spirits.

According to court regulations, these corpses must be dissected and sealed before being cremated.

The person with the highest status in the charity cemetery is the corpse-suppressing master who draws corpse-suppressing banners and boils black dog blood to make cowhide thread. Then there is the corpse-dissecting master like Wang Liang, and then there are the corpse collectors in the corpse collection team. At the end of the list is the corpse cremator like Li Yan, who does not require any technical skills and is usually performed by apprentices.

A master dissecter could earn three taels of silver for dissecting a corpse, while a cremator could only earn three qian of silver for burning a corpse. The difference was huge. Even the three qian of silver was kept in the account, and two qian had to be taken out at the end of the year to honor the master dissecters in the charity cemetery.

This was equivalent to Wang Liang letting Li Yan work for him for free, while he himself did nothing and only made a net profit of three taels and two cents.

Although there are not many people in the charity cemetery, there is still a lot of bullying going on.

If Li Yan had not encountered many homicide cases when he was a policeman in his previous life and had not been seconded to the forensic department for a period of time, he probably would not have been able to hold on.

Even though more than three months have passed, Li Yan still has a dazed and unreal feeling.

Originally he was doing a good job as a policeman and was the youngest political commissar in the bureau, but he didn't expect that everything would be fixed on the case of arresting a cult.

He was in his thirties at the time and led the charge into the lair of the cult that believed in "Xuantian Fuzun". He and his colleagues had stabilized the situation, but he did not expect that the leader of the cult would hold a broken statue and reveal the detonator on his body, wanting to die with everyone.

In a hurry, Li Yan didn't care about anything else. He hugged the old bastard and jumped down from the building.

Then when he woke up, he found that he had become a teenager with the same name in an ancient world, with more than ten years of memories in his mind.

He was even a little unsure whether it was the thirty-something policeman Li Yan who traveled through time and space into the body of a teenager, or the teenage boy Li Yan who awakened the soul of the policeman in his previous life.

But this doesn't seem to make much difference, everything still revolves around him.

Shaking his head, Li Yan put the body wrapped like a dumpling on a cart, pushed it out of the autopsy room, and came to the morgue behind the yard.

According to the regulations of the charity cemetery, cremation of corpses must be done after nightfall. Now they can only stay here temporarily and wait until nightfall before pushing them into the crematorium next to them that is as tall as a brick kiln.

After placing the body, Li Yan immediately hurried to the main hall of the charity cemetery. When he arrived there, he saw a dozen apprentices already standing in two rows, whispering to each other, waiting for something.

Li Yan stood at the corner. Niu Ma next to him glanced at him and whispered:

"Brother Li, why are you so late again? It would be a big loss if I miss the teaching."

Li Yan chuckled and replied in a low voice:

"I'm not good at martial arts anyway. I came here to make money. It doesn't matter if I come late or not."

Niu Ma sighed and said angrily:
"Oh, you..."

Just at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps. All the apprentices who were whispering in the charity cemetery fell silent and stood at attention nervously.

A middle-aged man with a beard walked in slowly. It was Zhan Yupeng, the master of corpse-suppression in the charity cemetery.

Wang Liang, the master corpse dissecter who had been so arrogant in front of Li Yan, now followed behind with a smile. When he saw everyone, he shouted loudly:

"Everyone, keep quiet! It is a blessing for you guys to have Master Zhan as your master! Anyone who dares to whisper or make trouble will be kicked out immediately!"

According to the information Li Yan had obtained, Zhan Yupeng had already reached the Qi and blood level in martial arts and also knew some techniques to suppress evil. He was definitely a top-notch master in Weizi Town and an existence that apprentices like them could never dream of.

Many people join the charity cemetery as apprentices, and their ultimate goal in life is to become a master of corpse-suppression, or even a master of corpse-dissection.

At least the money earned is enough to live an upper-class life with plenty of food and fish in the town.

Zhan Yupeng glanced at the people in front of him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and said slowly:

"You, the crooked people, come to work at the charity cemetery. Besides for the money, I think you do it for this purpose. The government has set up this subject for a reason. Listen carefully. I will only explain it once."

Upon hearing this, all the apprentices present were in an uproar, their eyes filled with joy.

Although the work in the charity cemetery can earn some money, it is dealing with the dead after all, and people often encounter evil spirits. It is despised by ordinary people and is considered bad luck.

Weizi Town is a big town. There are medicine stores, fish stalls, firewood shops, and blacksmith shops in the town, all of which are places where you can learn real skills. There is also the only martial arts school, the Lieyang Boxing Gym. However, these places are considered the top places in the town, where the upper class people are controlled by various gangs and families. Ordinary people cannot get in without some connections or large sums of money.

Those who come to the charity cemetery to make a living also need to give some money as bribes, but it is much easier for them.

These apprentices and servants in the charity cemetery all came from poor backgrounds.

If there is any family business, who would let their children deal with dead people all day long?
For this reason, the apprentices attached great importance to the teaching in the charity cemetery.

Not to mention turning over a new leaf, if you want to stay in Yizhuang for a long time in the future, this "Heart-Settling Skill" is also extremely important. It is said that this is not only a martial arts skill, but also the foundation of Yizhuang's evil-suppressing magic.

"The heart is the organ of the monarch, the source of the spirit, the place where the spirit resides. When the heart moves, all the internal organs are shaken..."

Zhan Yupeng recited something, moved his body slightly, took a strange step, and at the same time, clasped his hands over his chest with a perfunctory look on his face.

However, the group of young apprentices in front of him all had eager eyes and tried desperately to imitate Zhan Yupeng's movements.

They understood that if they did not have good aptitude, this might very well be their only chance in their lifetime to learn the true mental method.

Even if it’s the common “Calming Exercise”.

Li Yan also followed suit and concentrated his mind as the other party said, but his actions were also a bit perfunctory.

He had attended the course twice before, but he did not feel the so-called "Qi" at all. Based on his experience in his previous life, he had already realized that he might not be cut out for martial arts. Besides, this "Calming Mind Skill" might not be suitable for him.

After all, it's a common product, so we still have to find a way to get a better one.

He came to this charity cemetery not to learn martial arts, but to save money.

He had already inquired about it. Lieyang Boxing Gym had boxing manuals for sale. If one did not want to join the gym and just wanted a regular boxing manual, it would cost five taels.

In the past few days, eight bodies have been burned in the charity cemetery, earning two taels and four cents of silver. Although most of it will be withdrawn by the end of the year, it can still be withdrawn for the time being. Add to that the scattered copper coins I occasionally collect from corpses, and the ninth body that will be burned tonight, and I can have a total of five taels of capital in my account.

It’s enough to buy a boxing manual and try it out.

"If you practice breathing, you can resist the invasion of ghosts and gods. When you can feel the breath surging from your heart and enveloping your chest, that means you have started to practice the art of calming your mind." Zhan Yupeng stopped his body movements and said calmly.

The apprentices were desperately holding their stances, trying to sense the Qi package that Zhan Yupeng mentioned. Suddenly, Niu Ma showed a look of joy and said excitedly:

“I feel the Qi… I feel the Qi! I… I feel like there’s a stream of hot water flowing out of my heart, warm and numb…”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the apprentices present were immediately shocked and looked at Niu Ma with envy.

Except for working, doing odd jobs, eating and sleeping, this Niu Ma is always practicing martial arts. He is considered the most diligent among everyone, but unexpectedly, he is also the first one to develop a sense of qi.

"You've got it! Brother Niu, congratulations on getting started!"

"Niu Ma is the first one, awesome! I have to work harder too!"

"From now on, Brother Niuma will be a master. At least he is an absolute master in our Niuniu Village."

"That's nothing, I'm almost there too!"

"..."

A group of half-grown apprentices shouted, some congratulated, some were unconvinced, but hope was burning in everyone's eyes.

However, this flame of hope was instantly extinguished by Zhan Yupeng's few words:
"A trace of Qi can only be considered as a barely practiceable skill. It is still far from being able to wrap the heart with Qi. According to Niu Ma's progress, it would be good if he could get started in three years."

Everyone wilted instantly.

Wang Liang took a step forward, raised his head and glanced down at the apprentices, and said:
"The teaching is over. Next, I will talk about the rules of the charity cemetery."

"The first rule is, if you hear a corpse talking, poke out your ears immediately."

"The second rule is to poke your own eyes out immediately when you see a corpse rising from its feet."

"The third rule is that if a night watcher sees a ghost or apparition, he must kill himself immediately."

"Article 4: Except for the five great gods, the Lord of All Spirits, the Immortal Immortal, the Lord of Taiyi, the Lord of Dao, and the Lord of Life, no obscene or wild sacrifices may be made. Anyone who worships evil gods or heretics will be put to death by slow slicing."

After a pause, Wang Liang smiled and continued:

"The first three are fine. With Master Zhan guarding the charity cemetery, ordinary evil spirits will naturally not breed. But the fourth one, not to mention that those evil gods and heretics will cause hysteria if they worship too much, just falling into the hands of the Si Tian Jian will make people wish they were neither alive nor dead!"

Speaking of the Imperial Observatory, Wang Liang seemed to have thought of something and shuddered, obviously being very afraid of it.

According to the regulations of the government, these four rules should be told to the apprentices in the charity cemetery every day. These apprentices have already heard them thoroughly and understand that the Imperial Observatory is an institution established by the court of the Great Qi Dynasty to kill evil spirits and deal with heretics. However, after the attack just now, many people have other ideas at this time.

An apprentice asked unwillingly:
"Master Zhan, I may...maybe there is no hope for me in martial arts. Can I learn the method of suppressing corpses?"

"Ha!" Wang Liang sneered, as if he had heard something funny. "Corpse suppression? Are you qualified? In this world, it is already difficult to find a warrior, and it is even more difficult to find a magician. Without great luck and perseverance, you still want to enter the magic world? With you? Are you qualified?"

In his opinion, he had been a master of dissecting corpses for so many years but had not yet mastered the art, so these apprentices were just daydreaming.

Zhan Yupeng snorted coldly and said in a voice that everyone could hear:
"A bunch of useless people. After practicing for so long, they have only developed a sense of Qi. They are still dreaming of becoming masters. What bad luck."

Having said that, he spat, turned around and left without even looking at the apprentices present.

Wang Liang also followed Zhan Yupeng, but when he was about to go out, he turned back quietly and looked at Li Yan deeply, intentionally or unintentionally.

These apprentices in the charity cemetery are all peasants with extremely poor talents. The martial arts geniuses in the big estates and boxing gyms in the town, some of them are born with a sense of qi, and some can get started directly from their first time practicing martial arts. They are simply not comparable to these peasants.

Zhan Yupeng is a martial artist of the second level of Qi and Blood. How could he not be angry when he was sent to teach these idiots?

Zhan Yupeng and Wang Liang's words immediately brought the atmosphere in the main hall to freezing point. Niu Ma, who had been excited, looked disappointed, and those ordinary apprentices were like eggplants hit by frost, and they all wilted in an instant.

Li Yan watched coldly from the side.

This Zhan Yupeng is really a piece of shit, but this world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. For these apprentices and helpers from poor families, perhaps too high expectations and fantasies are not a good thing.

However, what surprised him was that Niu Ma was only depressed for a moment, and he quickly recovered his fighting spirit and began to practice the calming technique again.

He is a man of perseverance.

Among the apprentices present, seven or eight were inspired by Niu Ma and stayed in the hall to continue practicing, while the rest filed out and went about their own business.

Li Yan came out from the crowd and saw that the sun had set and the stars and the moon had come out. He also staggered to the morgue in the backyard.

He really didn't feel anything when practicing the Calming Exercise, and he felt a little scared. What if he bought the boxing manual and it still didn't work?
Maybe he just doesn't have the talent for martial arts?

Or, how about going back and getting some gunpowder rifles?
The sealed corpse that was to be dissected today was still there. Li Yan first opened the incinerator next to it, filled it with charcoal and spread it in the furnace, then poured kerosene on it, and pushed the corpse and the internal organs in the wooden box in, and then closed the heavy iron door of the incinerator.

The purpose of dissecting corpses and removing organs is not only to ward off evil spirits, but also to prevent the bodies from exploding when they are cremated.

No matter what, let's burn this body first and get the three taels of silver as reward.

As he thought about it, he took a fire starter, lit it, and threw it into the crematorium.

A raging fire immediately burst into the crematorium with a "boom". Human oil and fat sizzled in the fire and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Li Yan was waiting outside quietly, holding an iron hook as tall as a person, and occasionally glancing through the peephole.

Sometimes the corpse and the charcoal were not burned evenly, and had to be picked out with an iron hook.

It burned for more than two hours, from dusk to midnight. The bodies inside gradually turned into ashes, and the flames slowly died down.

Finally, when the last trace of flame was extinguished and only the burning white ash was left inside, Li Yan hooked the furnace door with an iron hook and pulled it open with force, preparing to collect the ashes.

This ninth corpse is not much different from the previous ones.

At this moment, a loud and clear voice suddenly rang in his mind, causing him to have a splitting headache. Along with it came the shadow of a familiar yet unfamiliar broken statue:

"The sacrifice of the nine corpses has been completed, and Xuantian Fuzun has returned!"

(End of this chapter)