Four Pillars of Pure Yang Corpse Seamstress

Great Xia Dynasty, Qianyuan Year 20, Yujing City, Caishikou Execution Grounds.

A row of nine two-story buildings lined the river, quite dilapidated, with mottled traces of peeling paint on the black and gray walls.

Each building had only one small window on the second floor. Pushing open the dark, lacquered door on the first floor, even on a bright sunny day, the light inside was dim.

Wen Qingkong woke up in this dimness.

It was already sunrise, casting warm and gentle sunlight, yet the room was still bone-chillingly cold, so cold it felt like his blood was about to freeze.

He held three incense sticks in his hand, the smoke curling and rising, his angular face appearing and disappearing in the haze.

"Corpse Seamstress..."

Wen Qingkong muttered to himself. In his previous life, his mother died at his birth, and his father died when he was three. He later entered an orphanage, and at the age of six, he was adopted by a couple. However, when he was seven, the family of three was in a car accident, and he was the only survivor.

He then returned to the orphanage once again, and no one adopted him again.

This continued until he was twenty, when he joined the army and carried out many missions, earning many merits. However, all thirteen of his partners had sacrificed themselves.

So, Wen Qingkong was tired and weary. In his last mission to capture a drug lord, he single-handedly stormed the drug lord's lair, detonated a bomb, and took a group of villains to their deaths.

He never expected to be reborn into another world.

This fifteen-year-old boy shared the same name and appearance as him, and even the same date of birth.

Jiazi Year, Bingyin Month, Jiazi Day, Bingyin Hour.

Four Pillars of Pure Yang.

The world only knows that being born in a Yin Year, Yin Month, Yin Day, and Yin Hour is bad, but similarly, being born in a Yang Year, Yang Month, Yang Day, and Yang Hour is also bad.

As the saying goes, a man with Four Pillars of Pure Yang is destined to be alone, and a woman with Four Pillars of Pure Yin is destined to be a widow.

He was destined to live a lonely life.

The original owner was born into a poverty-stricken family. Coincidentally, the world was in chaos, with constant natural and man-made disasters. His family of three fled from famine, encountered bandits on the road, and his parents died tragically, leaving him alone. He was coerced by the bandits, along with some other civilians, to attack cities as cannon fodder.

Perhaps it was because the bandits captured him that his luck turned sour.

Previously, they had swept across the land, repeatedly defeating government troops, but when they used him as cannon fodder, they plunged headfirst into a government army ambush and were defeated. All the bandit leaders were beheaded.

After that, it happened that the Ministry of Justice came to recruit Corpse Seamstresses, first looking for those who were alone and without support, and then looking at their birth times.

The original owner had Four Pillars of Pure Yang, which was perfect. Of course, he successfully obtained a position and became one of the Corpse Seamstresses in the nine Corpse Seamstress Workshops in Caishikou.

Corpse Seamstresses, also known as "two-skin artisans," along with executioners, paper effigy makers, and coroners, were the four professions of Netherworld Trade, earning money from the dead.

Not just anyone can earn this money. Take the Corpse Seamstress, for example, one must have the Five Flaws and Three Deficiencies to do it.

Wen Qingkong had Four Pillars of Pure Yang, destined to be alone, which perfectly matched the "isolation" and "loneliness" of the Five Flaws and Three Deficiencies.

Wen Qingkong inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

With the memories fully integrated, he didn't feel any joy of rebirth or excitement of transmigration, nor did he have any ambitions of achieving great deeds, wielding power over the world, or reveling in the embrace of beauties.

Only the original owner's memory of seeing government army generals and bandit leaders fighting in the air amidst the chaos, their sword energies clashing, made Wen Qingkong realize that martial arts existed in this world.

As a soldier in his previous life, he was very interested in unarmed combat. If he could learn martial arts in this life, that would be great.

However, everything depended on opportunity. According to the instructions of the Ministry of Justice yamen runner that day, without permission, Corpse Seamstresses could only bask in the sun at the door of their small building at most, and chat with their 'colleagues' who were also Corpse Seamstresses. They were absolutely not allowed to leave the Corpse Seamstress Workshop.

With limited range of activity, wanting to learn martial arts was undoubtedly too difficult.

Wen Qingkong threw a few punches and kicks in the dim room, stretching his body.

This body was still very young. After entering the establishment, although he hadn't earned much money, at least he had two meals a day, enough to eat his fill, and his body gradually recovered to the physical strength a young man should have.

Wen Qingkong thought that with proper exercise, he could still make considerable progress.

In this chaotic world, the Great Xia Dynasty was precarious, and who knew when the state would collapse and the country would be torn apart. Having some martial arts skills would always be good for self-preservation.

"Time to eat!"

The voice of Zhang Quan, a Ministry of Justice clerk, sounded outside the door.

Zhang Quan was forty years old, about the same as a person in their sixties in his previous life, with graying hair and wrinkled skin, and a pair of narrow, slanted eyes that were always gloomy.

He was responsible for managing the nine Corpse Seamstresses in Caishikou and was Wen Qingkong's immediate superior. He was a ruthless and petty person, extremely vindictive.

In the original owner's memory, Zhang Quan usually deducted 80% of the wages that the nine Corpse Seamstresses should have received.

In addition, he would often beat and scold the Corpse Seamstresses.

The original owner's body still retained a fear of Zhang Quan.

Wen Qingkong opened the door, and Zhang Quan handed him a food box.

"Eat and go to bed early, don't wander around."

"It's going to be busy tonight. A lot of rebels have been killed, and they all need to be stitched up."

Zhang Quan's tone was not good, and his gaze at Wen Qingkong was also extremely cold and stern.

Wen Qingkong nodded and took the food box.

Zhang Quan narrowed his eyes, slightly stunned. In the past, Wen Qingkong would have been like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw him, bowing and scraping, and being extremely cautious.

Today, however, he stood tall, his gaze calm.

This appearance made him somewhat annoyed.

However, the work tonight was extremely heavy, and he had no time to argue with Wen Qingkong.

Wen Qingkong closed the door. The food box contained cornbread, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of vegetable soup with lard.

"Ha!"

"There's even lard!"

Wen Qingkong was quite satisfied. Compared to the current chaotic world, where people were gnawing on tree bark and eating white clay, his food was enough for disaster victims to risk their lives for.

Having a formal position is truly good.

Wen Qingkong ate heartily. After finishing, he placed the food box at the door, where Zhang Quan would come to collect it at the appointed time.

After eating, he exercised for a while to aid digestion, and then Wen Qingkong immediately went to sleep.

He would wake up for dinner, and after eating, he would begin working.

The Corpse Seamstress's work is always done at night; it cannot be done during the day.

Because sewing corpses is not just about sewing corpses, but also sewing the deceased's three souls and seven spirits.

During the day, the sunlight is intense, and the souls cannot return, so sewing corpses must be done at night.

The day passed without a word, and at dinnertime, his body awoke precisely on schedule.

Before long, Zhang Quan's call came from outside.

Wen Qingkong opened the door, and Zhang Quan handed him the food box.

"Eat well; it seems like tonight will be very busy."

He had a smile on his face, but it still gave off a gloomy feeling. The ambiguous expression made Wen Qingkong feel alert.

Zhang Quan watched Wen Qingkong close the door and turned to walk to the next house.

He had prepared very good 'work' for Wen Qingkong, and he believed that when he saw him again tomorrow morning, he would no longer be standing tall and proud as he was today, but would definitely be bowing and scraping as he had in the past.

Wen Qingkong frowned. He was not the original owner of this body, a timid fifteen-year-old boy. He keenly noticed that Zhang Quan's expression was off.

What was going on?

Wen Qingkong couldn't figure it out. There were too few clues. He returned to the house and opened the food box.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. Inside the food box was a dish of stir-fried cabbage with pork. Although there were only three or four pieces of meat, it was still precious.

"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was going to the Caishikou Execution Grounds tomorrow."

"What exactly is going on?"

Wen Qingkong ate his meal while pondering.