The Life You Aware of: Corpse Herder Taoist Priest
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"Alright, alright!"

"However, Taoist priest, I heard that dressing a dead person, uh, dressing your guests, is a little different from dressing an ordinary person!”

"Is there something special about this? Could you tell me in advance?”

"I'm afraid that we don't know what the rules are. If we make things worse, then we'll be guilty!”

He Yi Ge asked hesitantly.

After all, the living and the dead were different.

People died like extinguished lamps, but their bodies were very stiff.

When changing clothes, there must be many concerns.

Besides, although the dead were dead, no one could say for sure what kind of accident would happen.

After all, some things were beyond the scope of science.

"Seeing that you are so sincere, I will demonstrate it to you once. Watch carefully!”

"If there are any problems later, you can solve them yourselves!”

Qin Jie stared at He Yige for a long time. When he saw He Yige's respectful expression, he nodded and stood up.

"Yes, yes! Thank you, thank you so much!"

He Yi Ge said excitedly.

With Qin Jie, the Taoist priest, as a demonstration, they naturally felt much more at ease.

When the time came, as long as he followed the procedures that he had done before, there would be no problem.

There were so many of them. Even if each of them remembered a little, there wouldn't be any accidents.

In the hall, when the nervous crowd heard that Qin Jie wanted them to put clothes on the dead, they were so scared that their eyes widened and their bodies trembled.

"I don't want to! This is too scary. I remember that when my grandmother passed away, it was especially difficult for the elders in the family to put on clothes!”

"His body was as stiff as a block of wood. One of the elders used a little strength and broke his arm!”

Zhang Zifeng whispered in fear.

"Uh, it's actually not as evil as you say.”

"Have you heard of an embalmer? They specialized in dressing the dead.”

"Zifeng, if you're scared, just watch us do it later!”

Chef Huang said with a relaxed expression.

However, he was actually not confident and was also a little afraid. However, as a permanent guest of the program team, he was also one of the more prestigious people in this group.

If he showed his fear, this group of people would probably be scared to death.

"But aren't embalmers professionally trained? We're all a bunch of amateurs. Can we do it?”

Peng Yuyu felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's fine. You can take the opportunity to search online. Sometimes, it's very useful to do last-minute research!”

Wang Zhengyu said directly.

Then, the group of people took out their phones and opened the browser to search on the Internet.

"F * ck! Was the little brother at the mortuary that ruthless? He actually wanted Brother He and the others to put clothes on the dead. If it were me, I would probably pee my pants!”

"What's there to be afraid of? I even slept in a graveyard when I was young. There's nothing to worry about!”

"It's just a dead person. It's not scary, not scary! Forget it, I can't sleep alone tonight. I have to get my best friend to come over and accompany me!”

"How can sleeping in a graveyard be the same as putting clothes on a dead person? You have to come into direct contact with the dead."

"I remember something. When I was young, my grandmother passed away. My uncle went to help my grandmother put on her clothes, but he didn't care about it when he wore his pants inside out. At night, my grandmother came looking for him and almost scared my uncle to death!”

"Those are people who just died, okay? These people in the mortuary have been dead for who knows how long. There's nothing to be afraid of!”

"Haha! Do you know how these people died? What injustice did he suffer when he was alive?”

"I also heard that the ghost of a person who died unjustly will always be stored in the corpse, waiting for the scapegoat to come!”

"It's broad daylight now. You guys talking about this can't scare me at all. Oh my god, who the hell turned off the music!”

"Fortunately, it's daytime now. It's fine for the production team to dress the dead during the day, but if it were at night, it would be a lot of fun!”

When the viewers in the live streaming room heard that Qin Jie had asked Yige He and the others to dress the dead, they instantly became excited.

After all, there was a difference between the living and the dead. Moreover, there was no shortage of terrifying and supernatural things in this world.

This kind of live broadcast was especially exciting.

In the hall, just as Chef Huang and the others were using their phones to search for the occupation of an embalmer, they heard that Qin Jie was going to demonstrate to them how to dress a dead person.

Immediately, everyone put down their phones and heaved a sigh of relief.

Some of the more timid ones were so scared that they broke out in cold sweat.

However, when they heard that Qin Jie was willing to demonstrate, everyone felt much more relaxed.

After all, Qin Jie was a professional in this field.

Moreover, everyone knew Qin Jie's identity. He was the mysterious corpse herder!

With professionals personally guiding them, if they still couldn't do it well, they wouldn't be able to live anymore.

Moreover, Qin Jie's demonstration would also embolden them!

For a moment, everyone put down what they were doing and stared at Qin Jie without blinking, afraid that they would miss every step!

"Bring me three incense sticks!"

Qin Jie walked into the hall and instructed He Yige.

"Alright!"

He Yige hurriedly went to look for incense from the bag he had mentioned earlier.

Then, Qin Jie came to the hall and walked to a coffin. He casually picked up a broken bowl on the long bench and said,""Put half of the glutinous rice in this bowl!”

"There is glutinous rice in the rice jar in the middle hall!”

"I'll go!"

Chef Huang hurriedly took the bowl and ran away.

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