C24 Shepherd's disease

After patrolling Ba Zhong County City for three days, Mu Tu had a rough understanding of the situation in the city.

County Governor Jiang used most of the money he had obtained from the Yellowsand Gang to maintain the infrastructure in the city. He supported the lonely elderly, especially Grandma Meng who had received a lot of silver to support herself.

did not find it strange that the Lord Jiang who loved their people as much as their children could do such a thing. It was just that, the women and children in Yellow Sand City did not know what to do.

The strange thing was that the Big Brother Zi Feng did not know why he insisted on giving him the pills Fu Baiwan gave his last night, as he wanted to thank him for saving his.

He had heard from the bailiff that day that Old Master had only come to visit him out of curiosity, and had not treated him at all.

Mu Tu even had a malicious feeling that Old Master was actually here to pick up corpses while they were still hot.

"Uncle Chao Feng, are you there?" Mu Tu shook his head, preventing himself from thinking too much, and knocked on the rotten door.

"Come in!" The gloomy voice of the Old Master came out from the gap in the door.

Mu Tu gently pushed the door open, and the stench of rotting corpses instantly assaulted his senses. Old Master was dissecting a fresh corpse excitedly, and judging from his yellow robes, he should be a helper from Yellowsand Gang.

There were also some corpses of women and children beside him that had their bellies ripped open. It was as if the Old Master was having a contest over the differences between the corpses.

A small silver blade danced in Old Master's hands as pieces of muscles flew out from his bones. From which tendons were connected, it could be seen that Old Master was very accurate in cutting the bones, and did not cut through the tiny tendons to completely cut out the bones.

"Oh, it's Dusk Constable!" What business do you have with me? " Old Master looked up and glanced at Mu Tu, his hands continuing to play with the corpse of a child.

The child seemed to have been greatly intimidated before he died. Fear was written all over his face. Old Master steadily cut the kid's jaw, then carefully peeled off his face from one side to the other. Then, he wiped his throat with the knife from ear to ear and completely peeled off his entire face.

Seeing that Mu Tu did not say anything for a long time, the Old Master wiped his hands with the child's clothes, turned around and smiled at Mu Tu, "Young constable Mu, do you need me for anything?"

"Oh …" "Oh …" Mu Tu wiped the cold sweat on his chin and anxiously replied, "I heard from Big Brother Xiong that you went to visit me last time. Mu Tu is here to express his gratitude and specifically deliver a spirit medicine to Uncle Ren."

As he said that, Mu Tu took out a small jade bottle that Xiong Zifeng gave him. From the sunlight seeping through the door, one could see a round and smooth pill impressively inside.

"Constable Mu, you're being considerate. This old man wasn't able to help you at all. Furthermore, my goal at that time wasn't simple. I didn't get the materials in time to go out and try my luck." "If there is nothing to do, I will not accept this medicine …" "Yes, it's actually the Searing Sun Pill." Old Master's rejecting hand was suspended in midair, and he did not take any further action after a long time.

Hearing Old Master's words, Mu Tu subconsciously looked at the thin silver blade in Old Master's hand, and his legs started trembling.

"Young Master Xiong asked you to send the medicine over, right?" Old Master's tone suddenly became gloomy, his hand remained in the air, but ultimately he accepted the jade bottle, and carefully kept it in his bosom. His tone of voice did not seem to be respectful to Mu Tu at all.

Mu Tu nodded his head in embarrassment: "Big Brother Zi Feng said that this medicine is useful to you, and said that you have a way to improve me."

"He's quite magnanimous, you can be considered honest," Old Master laughed sinisterly, his hoarse voice sounded as ear-piercing as sand rubbing against iron sand. "Follow me, close the door."

Mu Tu closed the rotten door, blocking the warm sun fire outside, and gently followed Old Master into the mortuary.

Second, I need to know the structure of the human body like the back of my hand. I have been hiding in the Ba Zhong County for many years, but the person who knows me the best is the one who was called Young Master Xiong when I was young. Old Master placed the thin silver blade in his hand next to the wooden bed, chuckled, and then let out a long sigh.

He turned around and stared into Mu Tu's eyes with his cloudy eyes that were filled with white mist and said: "This old man's ancestor had taught him a technique of destroying a cow, and he paid particular attention to controlling the blade to three points, speed and accuracy. Do you want me to teach you the art of killing cattle? "

Mu Tu nodded, after seeing the Old Master's control over his body and his blade, the Bull Slaughtering Technique was indeed the most suitable for him to master the Twilight Knife. It was difficult for him to execute his saber art with ease. If he could get his hands on this Bull's Head, he would be able to improve his strength to the greatest extent.

The coroner looked at Mu Tu's body and hands in detail, and muttered to himself: "Your talent is indeed suitable for blade training, it isn't so bad that you would make the cut."

"When my ancestor created this technique, there were a total of nine lines engraved on this bamboo book. Skillful, short-sighted, self-satisfied, cut to the heart, approval, new trial, the official stop godly, cut the cow, good sabre hide. Each of these thirty-six words contain different blade energy. Since it is an ancestral treasure, I cannot give it to you. Please take down a copy of it and treat it as me thanking you for this Fiery Solar Pill. " Old Master took out a bamboo book that seemed to be formed from his veins and passed it to Mu Tu.

The book felt like human skin, and the four large, bright red words of the Zongshi family tree were on the list.

"This is a family tree?" Mu Tu was in a daze, holding onto the bamboo book, at a loss of what to do.

"The thirty-six words of the Zongshi family tree are recorded on the first page. You can just engrave them onto the first page!" Old Master pointed to the first page.

Mu Tu looked around, and discovered that there was no paper that he could use to remember. Just as he was feeling awkward, he discovered Old Master passing him a piece of leather.

"The most effective way to sense the artistic conception is to use human skin to carve bamboo scrolls. Only human skin can preserve a trace of spirituality." The Old Master revealed his missing large yellow teeth and laughed.

His hands trembled, and no one knew how he did it, but the thin man's paper cut Mu Tu's fingers and said, "Use your blood on the bamboo book, put this piece of human skin on top of the bamboo book and feel the 36 words, as long as you can learn it, it will be worth it."

Mu Tu did as he was told, taking the chance to close his eyes and gently stroke the 36 words on the parchment with his fingers.

The Old Master stooped his body and slowly pulled over a clean and white human bone. He placed it in front of Mu Tu and then took out some veins and cotton from there and quietly tied up the fake body.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Mu Tu had finished imprinting the information, he reached out to take the clan's record. Then, he carefully opened the man's parchment in Mu Tu's hand and put it on the mannequin.