I am immortal in history

Zhou Yi woke up from a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a corpse with a short knife stuck in his chest. The dead man's eyes were wide open.

"Where is this?"

I didn't have time to think too much, and the turbulent memories came into my mind, and I quickly realized that I had traveled through time.

This is the mortuary on Liushu Street, Yongxingfang, Xicheng, Daqian Kyoto, also called Yizhuang and Mortuary.

He is the undertaker, responsible for guarding and disposing of the corpses.

How to deal with it?

They were kept there for three to five days to make sure that the deceased would not be resurrected. Those with owners were taken away by their families, and those without owners were taken to mass graves and buried.

"In my previous life, I performed surgeries on living people, but now I dig holes for dead people..."

Zhou Yi rubbed his swollen and painful head and looked through the memories left behind by his predecessor.

The owner of this body is called Li Ping'an, who has just turned eighteen. His mother died of illness early and his father died in the war in northern Xinjiang. He grew up in the morgue with his grandfather.

Since I saw many corpses since I was a child, I am naturally not afraid. There are many scenes in my memory of sleeping in coffins.

Two generations further up, the great-grandfather and great-grandfather are both on duty here. It can be said that four generations of mourners have been passed down from generation to generation.

Six months ago, my grandfather contracted a strange disease and took a lot of medicine but failed to recover. He died a few days ago, so Li Ping'an inherited the ancestral position.

Pay attention to the position, not the industry.

The mortuary was built by the imperial court and each city had one. It was a public facility in the city.

The Beijing Yamen Council appointed morticians to manage the mortuary. They were subordinate staff who did not enter the rank, received no salary, and were only given a pair of soap clothes in winter and summer.

The undertaker deals with the dead every day, and is very unlucky. Rumor has it that he will do all kinds of evils and kill his loved ones, so there is no competition, and all are succeeded by father and son.

Zhou Yi has been a surgeon for more than ten years and has no interest in corpses. He thinks it is a good job.

Within the system, the work is free and the income is high!

"In my last life, I forgot all about food and sleep and never got into the public examination. Now I'm going to land directly. Even if I can't get promoted in my life, it's still a thousand times better than ordinary people!"

The suffering of ordinary people in this era is unimaginable.

It is common for people to be cold in winter and hot in summer to not have enough to eat. In times of famine, people will starve to death everywhere, not to mention the county magistrate who destroys his family and the governor who destroys his family.

Looking through the memories, there are so many pictures that I can’t bear to read.

Why is Kaogong called "Ashore"? Probably because there is a sea of ​​suffering below the shore...

Zhou Yi's mind was racing, and he finally shook his head and sighed.

"Take care of yourself first!"

A little guy who can't understand the seven o'clock time is just asking for his own death if he thinks about fighting with the Gong Gong princes.

What's more, the world of Daqian is not peaceful. There are vicious people who come and go, evil heretics who commit adultery and plunder, evil ghosts who seek lives, and monsters that eat people.

It is no longer easy for ordinary people to live!

"From now on, I will be Li Pingan. As for the cause of my death..."

Li Ping'an opened his black jacket and touched his chest. There were no wounds or scars.

The last scene in his memory was of the original person searching for corpses to see if any coins or pieces of silver were missing. Suddenly the dead man opened his eyes and came to life. He was so frightened that he stabbed the dead man's chest with a knife.

The deceased cursed a few times unwillingly and died. A green light flew out of his body and penetrated into Li Ping'an's heart.

"Could it be that you're hallucinating?"

Li Pingan pondered for a moment, combined with the novel he read in his previous life, and called out as if he was blessed.

"come out!"

After the words fell, a green light bloomed in his chest, and a fresh branch came out.

The branches are about three feet long, with dark purple skin and no leaves or branches.

"This is... Jian Muzhi?"

The moment Li Pingan saw the branch, its origin automatically appeared in his mind, and he also knew its efficacy.

Building wooden branches can store merit and turn it into longevity.

Merits are endless and longevity is endless, which means eternal youth and immortality!

"According to the legend of the previous life, Jianmu is an ancient sacred tree and a bridge between heaven, earth, humans and gods. Its branches may really have this magical effect."

"It's a pity that merit can only live forever, not immortality. You can still die from falls, illness, poison, or enemy sneak attacks..."

Li Ping'an frowned, Jian Muzhi's advantages and disadvantages were obvious.

From a probability perspective, as long as people live long enough, sooner or later they will encounter various natural disasters, such as thunder, volcanic eruptions, meteorites falling from the sky, etc.

"So in order to live forever, we must keep getting stronger until we can withstand lightning strikes, swim in magma, and catch meteorites with our hands!"

Li Ping'an looked at the dead body and learned from the past.

A man who lived forever died at the hands of a subordinate!

"The deceased's tongue was dark purple, his skin was indigo, and his bones were black. He was suspected of arsenic poisoning, that is, arsenic..."

"The fatal wound is on the chest, and there are sixteen other wounds of different sizes on the body. Judging from the degree of scabs and pus everywhere, the time difference is more than half a month..."

"She must have used secret techniques such as turtle breathing and suspended animation to trick the jailer into coming out of the prison..."

Li Ping'an opened the mouth of the corpse, examined the wounds and bones, and generally deduce the experience of the deceased.

Perhaps the secret of immortality was exposed, or perhaps for other reasons, the deceased was hunted for a long time and had to take refuge in the sky prison.

After going through many hardships, he faked his death and escaped, but when he woke up, he was stabbed to death by an outsider!

"Manpower is no match for heaven!"

Li Ping'an sighed, placed the Jianmu branch on his chest, and recited it silently, and it turned into a spiritual light and penetrated into his chest, like an immortal treasure in a novel.

"But how to earn merit?"

The first thing that comes to mind is to build bridges and roads, open porridge sheds to provide porridge to the poor, or build almshouses to care for the orphans and widows, or donate food and money to relieve disaster areas.

Most good people in ancient times were like this, they just needed a lot of money.

Li Ping'an doesn't have that much money to do good deeds, and he doesn't want to be in the limelight. He wants to earn merit in a secretive, low-key way without being conspicuous.

Boom, boom, boom.

A knock on the door interrupted Li Ping'an's thoughts.

"Xiao Anzi, open the door quickly, the mats are here."

Zheng Laosi's voice came, UU read www.uukanshu. net He is the jailer of the Sky Prison, responsible for torture and extorting confessions, and will also send prisoners who died suddenly to the morgue.

The cause of death is always suicide out of fear of crime!

"coming."

Li Ping'an glanced along the crack in the door and found nothing strange. He opened the door and asked, "I just gave one away yesterday. Why is there another one today?"

"How can you still think that there are too many corpses after you have eaten the food of the dead?"

Zheng Laosi dragged the straw mat from the cart, carried it into the door with the jailer who was accompanying him, found a free place, and threw it down.

Judging by the sound, the deceased weighed a lot.

Li Ping'an opened the straw mat and found that the corpse had broken arms and legs, and was bloody and inhuman shape. This was always the case when sent from Tianlao.

Taking a closer look at the face, it turned out to be an acquaintance in his memory.

"Is this the shopkeeper Wang from Shilixiang?"

Shilixiang is a famous wine shop in Xinghuafang. Shopkeeper Wang relies on his ancestral secret wine making recipe, and customers queue up to buy wine.

It doesn't open until after noon, and it's sold out before it gets dark.

A few days ago, Li Ping'an found two taels of silver and happily sold a pot of wine. Shopkeeper Wang took an extra half a spoonful for his grandfather's sake.

In the blink of an eye, living people become corpses.

"Isn't it?"

Zheng Laosi's tone was a little helpless, and he left without saying anything more.

There are more than a dozen corpses placed in the mortuary, including those who died of illness, starvation, freezing, and torture. There are children, old people, men and women.

There was obviously no wind blowing in the room, so it was a bit colder than outside.

The jailers who came to deliver the corpse all came and went in a hurry, as if there were ghosts hanging behind them.

Li Ping'an squatted next to the corpse and looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door!"