"Look...it's so beautiful, so beautiful, so perfect..."

The voice continued to sound, fervent and distorted, as if what he was seeing was not a corpse, but a flawless work of art.

"It's a pity that I don't have a head. It's such a pity. This is the only flaw!"

"Have you seen my head?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded beside the four women.

At some point, the headless saint appeared in front of the four women.

When the voice sounded, a gloomy and terrifying resentment filled the air.

"Beheaded by others, my obsession will never die. No wonder I have so much resentment..." The voice sounded again.

"Have you seen my head?"

The voice of the headless saint sounded again slowly, and the terrifying resentment turned into substance, covering the heaven and earth, and everything was silent.

"You have quite a lot of resentment. Let's go and tie the corpse with rope..."

Following the sound, the hair of the four women spread out and turned into four ropes in mid-air, wrapping around the headless saint.

The four ropes were dark yellow in color and had a strange luster, as if they were made of human skin.

Then, four ropes criss-crossed the headless saint, faintly forming the shape of a talisman, binding the headless saint.

If anyone is here, they will find that this talisman is a famous Taoist corpse-suppressing talisman.

When the rope tied the headless saint, the spiritual light on the rope flickered, and the terrifying resentment on the headless saint was suppressed.

But the next moment, the suppressed resentment in the headless saint became stronger again.

"The obsession is as high as the sky, and the resentment is as high as a mountain... I would like to see how deep your resentment is!"

The man in the dark snorted coldly: "The four spirits take advantage of the terrain and tie up ropes from all directions to suppress the evil corpses... rise..."

After the order was given, the four women quickly separated and spread out in all directions. Countless strange and twisted runes and spells appeared all over their bodies. The originally beautiful and elven women suddenly became ferocious and terrifying.

The four ropes shone brightly, and the corpse-suppressing talisman intertwined on the chest of the headless saint began to burn. The resentment on the headless saint's body also roared, like a mountain carrying a thousand junctures, the ground under his feet was cracked, and his legs were even.

Knees sunk into the ground.

However, the next moment, the headless saint grabbed the rope wrapped around his body with both hands and pulled suddenly. The four ropes shattered inch by inch. The resentment on the headless saint's body became stronger again.

"You can actually break this officer's century-old corpse-binding rope? Jie Jie... He is worthy of being a saint. He is so powerful even in death. It's wonderful, wonderful..."

Not only is the man in the dark not angry, but he is getting happier.

"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the gods are enshrined and the immortals are suppressed, the bones of the gods are enshrined..."

The four women reached out, pulled out a finger-thick white bone hairpin from the top of their heads, and threw it out casually.

The white bone hairpin left his hand and quickly grew in size. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a four-foot-long broken bone pile, which was as thick as a hug. The bone pile was covered with barbs, filled with lifeless energy, and contained terrifying power.

"Boom..."

The next moment, the bone pile fell to the ground, trembling in all directions, the sky and the earth tilted, infinite light swayed, spells emerged, and the headless saint was as deep as mud, unable to move.

"The Immortal-Suppressing Nail, come out..."

Even so, the man in the dark did not stop. When the sound came out, the four women opened their mouths and spit out four rusty square nails.

When the square nail exited, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the wind howled.

Then, four square nails were nailed to the hands and feet of the headless saint respectively.

When the square nail penetrated his body, the headless saint who was still struggling slightly became silent and no longer struggled.

"Jie Jie... no matter how powerful you are in life, you will obey me obediently and obediently as the seamstress after death."

Amid strange laughter, the coffin lid slid open, and a man slowly sat up, supported and surrounded by countless slender white palms.

He was a young man in his thirties, with a tall figure, fair skin, and an exquisite and flawless face. He had both the heroism of a man and the tenderness of a woman. He was like a banished immortal who had fallen into the human world, perfect and flawless.

"The coroner? It's him!"

In the secret, Ye Qing held the little guy in his arms and looked at the young man who appeared. He was filled with admiration in his heart. As a man, even he had to admit that the young man was really perfect.

Then, when he heard the man calling himself, Ye Qing was slightly shocked and thought of the other person's identity.

Ranked forty-four on the land list, Cui Qiuyuan, the corpse stitcher.

Yes, the seemingly frail, perfect young man in front of him is a real master, well-known in the world.

Not only that, he is also one of the top 50 Grandmasters on the Earth Ranking. You must know that the top 50 Grandmasters on the Earth Ranking are all the proud and romantic figures in the world.

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Cui Qiuyuan, the same is true.

Not only that, Cui Qiuyuan's life experience is even more legendary.

Cui Qiuyuan was born in the direct line of the Cui family of Qingquan, one of the eight great families of Yan Dynasty. The Cui family is a famous scholarly family and has been noble for hundreds of years.

Cui Qiuyuan was a direct descendant of the Qingquan Cui family. He was talented and intelligent since he was a child. He was extremely knowledgeable and talented. He was proficient in music, calligraphy, painting, poetry, calligraphy, and etiquette. He was known to all of them. He was placed in high hopes by the Qingquan Cui family.

However, although Cui Qiuyuan is talented, he has a special hobby, he likes corpses and sewing corpses, so he is not tolerated by the world.

After he became an adult, Cui Qiuyuan even gave up his first place in the imperial examination in order to have access to more corpses, lowered his status, joined the morgue of the Dayan Punishment Department, and became a cadaver officer.

Corpse Sewing Officer is not a title, but an official position, which belongs to the Corpse Sewing Room, one of the thirteen rooms of the Dayan Punishment Department.

The coroner sounds quite high-ranking, but in fact, he is an official under the Ministry of Punishment who specializes in collecting the dead, sorting them out, and repairing the remains. He is one of the lower-class professions. Not to mention the aristocratic family and the clear family, even some civilians

People are not willing to do this business.

However, Cui Qiuyuan joined this industry despite everyone's opposition.

In anger, the Cui family of Qingquan expelled Cui Qiuyuan from the Cui family, and his father also severed ties with him.

Cui Qiuyuan didn't take it seriously. After joining the morgue, he worked conscientiously and enjoyed it. As time went by, the name of Cui's dashing son Qiuyuan gradually disappeared from the world, and the Dayan morgue had an extra cadaver officer who was forgotten by everyone.

But it was this corpse stitcher who was unknown to the public, but he set off a big storm in Dayan that everyone heard about.

At that time, a serial murder case occurred in Yanjing City.

First, someone was found dead, with his hands, feet, and limbs dismembered;

Not long after, a perfect and exquisite corpse appeared in a famous restaurant in Yanjing City.

At first, the official from the Criminal Ministry in charge of this case thought that these were two independent cases. However, after investigation, it was later discovered that the two cases were actually one case.
Chapter completed!