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evening.

Return to the mortuary.

Li Ping'an first counted the corpses, no more than sixteen.

Counting the number is the job of the undertaker. If it is lost, it needs to be reported to the Yamen, and the police will investigate the traces.

If an evil demon is found stealing corpses to practice martial arts, the imperial court will send three masters to arrest him, or issue a reward document, and have his own killers hunt down the culprits.

"Save up a few more and then pull them out of the city and bury them."

Li Ping'an was looking through the Iron Leg Kung Fu booklet in the courtyard. Not long after, the clerk from the wooden shop sent him practice wooden stakes and spent another one or two silver coins.

“Martial arts training really costs money!”

Bury half of the wooden stake in the ground, which is as tall as a person and as thick as a hug.

Li Ping'an dissolved the pills in hot water and applied them evenly below the knees and above the ankles according to the exercise instructions.

"The first move is splitting legs."

He raised his right leg to the highest position and struck the wooden stake with all his strength, making a crisp sound.

hiss--

Li Ping'an gasped, his calves numb with pain, and soon he felt wisps of heat penetrate into his flesh, and the bruises on the surface of his muscles disappeared visibly to the naked eye.

"The ointment has taken effect, continue!"

There are a total of eighteen types of kicking techniques in Iron Leg Kung Fu, including splitting, whipping, poking, kicking, drilling, kicking...

The left and right legs alternated in cycles, hitting the wooden stakes like raindrops. The severe pain made Li Pingan's face twitch, and he gritted his teeth and endured the repeated use of the Iron Leg Kung Fu.

A quarter of an hour later.

The ointment gradually lost its effectiveness and could no longer cure the bruises.

Li Ping'an was sweating profusely and walked back and forth in the courtyard with trembling legs. He didn't sit down to rest until his heartbeat recovered and eased.

Looking through the exercise booklet again, it reflects the practice just now.

He waved his legs in the air and made gestures to correct non-standard moves. As an elite who came from exam-oriented education, he naturally knew how to study efficiently.

"No wonder there are so few people practicing martial arts!"

"Having skills and money are not enough, you also need enough perseverance. Those young masters can't stand the pain of this body training."

Li Ping'an took a short rest and went to the west room to make a fire to cook.

Simply cook rice porridge, add a few more spoonfuls of rice, and it will become thick enough to stand up with chopsticks.

Hululu drank three large bowls and was only seventy percent full.

"I eat more than usual. As my martial arts improves, I will eat more in the future. I won't even feel hungry even if I eat rice, I have to eat meat!"

"Brown rice is cheap, still satiating, and rich in vitamins."

"Pork is a cheap meat in Daqian. Rich people don't eat offal, so they can buy pig offal to replenish their physical strength."

"If you have the opportunity to obtain the ointment formula, it would be the cheapest to make the medicine yourself..."

Li Ping'an carefully planned how to spend every penny wisely.

…

The next day.

early morning.

Oh oh oh——

The neighbor's big rooster crows on time, waking Li Ping'an from his deep sleep.

"I've stewed this guy sooner or later!"

Li Ping'an got up and washed, heated up the leftover porridge from last night and ate it, then went to the mortuary with his books to be on duty.

It takes half a minute to commute to work, which is really comfortable.

The undertaker's work was still very leisurely. No one came to deliver the body, so Li Pingan lay on the Xiaoyao chair and meditated on the exercises.

The legs are volleyed in the air, the whip is whipped and kicked, and the iron leg moves are performed.

"The ointment is effective for a certain period of time. As long as you master the moves, you can practice them several times each time, saving a lot of money over time!"

At noon.

The door banged.

"Come and live."

Li Pingan unlocked the door, and there stood an old man in black, wearing a white scarf on his head and a red rope around his waist. He was thin and stooped.

There was a sack on his back, and the corpse was lying on the sack.

One end of the hemp rope was tied to the old man's shoulders, and the other end was tied to the chest of the corpse to ensure that the feet of the corpse did not fall to the ground. This is the rule of the corpse collector.

"Master Liu, where did the person die?"

Li Ping'an stepped aside and Liu Ye walked in silently and found an open space in the mortuary to put down before speaking.

"Refugees from the north, the Earth Temple in the south of the city froze to death."

This is also the rule of the corpse collector. After carrying the corpse, he cannot speak again. He only thinks that he is a white sedan carrying the soul and mourning. Speaking out rashly will be contaminated with ominousness.

There are many similar rules, such as Liu Ye's dress, for example, the body must be carried on the back, not carried.

Li Ping'an didn't know whether these rules were useful or not, whether they were based on rumors or based on experience gained from human lives, and he didn't want to risk his life to test them.

Li Ping'an took out five cents and said, "It's a long way. Thank you, Master Six."

Mr. Liu put away the copper coins with a smile. He could buy half a catty of brown rice, which was enough for today.

"This is what we do, come back tomorrow."

There is never a shortage of dead people in the capital city in the winter, and Mr. Liu will not feel sad for the same kind of people, nor will he lament the hardships of the world. He only thinks that he can have enough to eat by carrying one more car.

Li Pingan sent Master Liu away and began to observe the corpses.

"The deceased was smiling, the skull seams were stretched open, the skin was blue and black, and the posture was naturally stretched, which is consistent with the characteristics of freezing to death..."

When people freeze to death, they will have hallucinations, and their brains will send out wrong signals. They will die in a hazy feeling of warmth. It will not be as painful as dying of starvation, but they will smile.

"The spots on the corpse are bright red, completely fixed, and do not fade. He died for more than a day..."

Li Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then reached out and began to search the corpse, from the top of the head to the lower jaw, then to the neck, chest, limbs, especially the abdomen, which he picked three times.

This is the Li family’s secret corpse-touching hand!

It is said that it originated from my great-grandfather, who was a tomb robber for the first half of his life and was extremely clever.

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Later, he was robbed and had a broken leg, so he never dared to go to the grave.

He changed his career and became an embalmer of Yongxingfang. He usually read medical books and combined it with the gold-touching technique to create the corpse-touching hand.

As long as there are valuable objects inside the corpse, they will never escape detection. If the prisoner has been searched clean, he can squeeze out a few taels of oil and water.

It was by touching corpses that four generations of the Li family had no worries about food and drink, and they also saved more than three hundred yuan.

Li Ping'an received the inheritance since he was a child. He has followed his grandfather for more than ten years and has several years of surgical experience. It can be said that the skill of touching corpses is better than that of others.

Once it is used, it can be detected even if there is a piece of paper stuck between the bones!

"There's something in the small intestine!"

Li Ping'an opened the bamboo box of tools and made an incision with a knife three inches below the right side of the corpse's belly button.

The corpse was frozen stiff and no blood flowed from the wound. The clamp was inserted inside and the hard object was carefully removed.

Pieces of gravel.

It's about the size of a thumb's belly, irregular in shape, and sharp and horny. If eaten, it may cause intestinal rupture.

Li Ping'an quietly sewed up the wound and helped the deceased prepare his remains.

"May you be rich and prosperous in the next life!"

No sadness, just pure blessings.

Due to his career, he saw too much suffering in the ward and too much life and death in the operating room. His emotional threshold became extremely high, and he was often criticized by his friends for being cold and callous.

Li Ping'an came to the backyard, dissolved the pills and applied them on his legs.

Bang bang bang, I kicked the wooden stake, not caring that my legs were numb. After a quarter of an hour, I still felt uncomfortable, so I took another pill and kicked it for half an hour before stopping.

My whole body was warm and my soap clothes were soaked with sweat.

"call--"

Li Ping'an breathed a long sigh of relief, forming a half-foot-long white mist, and vented most of the depression in his heart.