At midnight, Xiao Si was silent in Nantong's yard.

The couple had already fallen asleep. Calculate the time, Xiao Si should have woken up from a brief coma.

I don’t know if the young couple is in a mood tonight and are trying to create someone or something.

However, in the wing room behind this house, something terrifying was happening.

Medical anatomy was not popular in Shen Qiu's hometown, let alone in the ancient feudal era.

People here pay attention to the death as the most important thing. If the incident tonight is revealed, Chen Qiu will really become a generation of demons.

It's even worse than the reputation of people in the Demon Sect.

But he didn't feel anything.

When the sharp short knife in his hand slashed through the slightly cold flesh and blood, he even felt a faint nostalgia in his heart, as if he had returned to the anatomy room with a strong formalin smell.

"I look at your sword technique. There must be complete anatomy in your Mohist tradition.

It's just that you haven't learned it well."

Chen Qiu calmly dealt with Xiuhe's body while keeping his head down to the side and without saying a word, Qingyang Demon Lord said:

"It's not that you don't learn well that your skills are not good, but that you don't care about details.

Just like those young children in my hometown, I think the details are useless, and everything is basically good."

"Bang"

The slender arteries on the legs were carefully stripped of flesh and blood.

Chen Qiu was doing "craftsmanship", while saying to Ai Dacha:

"I was the same when I was first school, but I was severely scolded by my tutor...well, I was severely scolded by my master, and then I understood the importance of those details."

He glanced at him and didn't say anything, Ai Dachai's face was gloomy, he said:

“The accuracy of details is the biggest difference between slaughter and art.

A skilled butcher can easily kill people, but no matter how good the butcher is, he will definitely not be able to save people..."

"You're fucking!"

Ai Dachai said gritting his teeth:

"I admit that your skills are indeed great.

But don't think that you are qualified to sit with me! Also, where did you learn this from? Could it be that you came from a coroner's family?"

"Hey, you guessed it right."

Chen Qiu chuckled.

He said nonsense:

"My father who starved to death in Yanjiao was the first in Yanjing coronership rankings at that time.

This is a family-born craft...Okay, the next step is to deal with small blood vessels. I guess it needs to use true qi to maintain it. I can't do it, so you can only come."

He took a step back and handed the short knife in his hand to the Demon Lord.

The latter snorted, took a step forward, injecting the exquisite true energy from his body into his fingers, making his fingers as sharp as a knife.

We began to use a technique that dazzled Chen Qiu's eyes to completely peel off the meridians and small blood vessels on Xiuhe's corpse.

The mechanism of the Mohist secret technique, the living dead can use true qi, and the secret lies in the blood vessels and meridians in the body like spider webs.

Although Chen Qiu deliberately belittled Ai Dacha's skills.

But he had to admit that apart from the haze and horror style, watching the Demon Lord deal with these is like an artistic performance that only exists in dreams.

This secret technique of the Mohist school does not look like the level of martial arts in the martial arts world.

Chen Qiu looked at Ai Dachai's actions, and he couldn't help but think that perhaps the Mo family inheritance also came directly from those who practice immortality.

"I have a problem that I can't figure it out."

Chen Qiu stretched out his hand and tapped Xiuhe's cold skin. He had been dead for more than ten days, but his muscles could still maintain a certain degree of elasticity.

This is unscientific!

The Demon Lord smiled, as if he was showing off his skills, and as if he was deliberately intimidating Chen Qiu. He said:

"You are curious why this corpse doesn't rot, right?"

"Um."

Chen Qiu nodded, and Ai Dacha said proudly:

"Herbs are one aspect, but more because I used the worm.

The insects obtained from the witchcraft road in Miaojiang, western Hunan, are called the 'burial gu'. They were cultivated by Sister Tongtang themselves. The natural effect is amazing. It is normal for you, such an unknown person, to be curious."

"The funeral in Miaojiang is strange. When I was young, I saw a corpse that had been dead for more than a hundred years after being implanted in a burial coffin in the mountains.

What is this in front of you?"

Chen Qiu blinked.

He can accept martial arts, true energy, and even flying sword immortal arts.

But this insect, even in the hometown, only exists in legends.

He asked:

"You care about the witches of the witchcraft one of the seven sects of the Demon Sect. Mrs. Tongtang, who changed her color, was called 'Big Sister'? Are you a good relationship with the Miaojiang witch who is said to be cold and ruthless and good at using demon Gu?"

"That's of course!"

Ai Dacha smiled and waved his hair with his scattered braids, he said:

"We have a big fight, but Sister Tongtang's own people.

My elder sister, like me, doesn’t care about the affairs of the Demon Sect at all. I am willing to be a Demon Sect because of Brother Zhang.

Since Brother Zhang has left, it is natural that I have nothing to do with the Demon Sect. Unfortunately, my elder sister is deeply in love with Brother Zhang, but she is one step late, and even regrets for life."

Qingyang Demon Lord couldn't help but sigh. For a moment, Chen Qiu felt that he seemed to have regained his mind.

But soon, he turned back to his crazy and ruthless look.

"Why are you asking so much?"

He waved impatiently and said:

"While staying there, I will probably finish the treatment at dawn. Go and get the wind for me. Someone comes over and you will kill me!"

Although the Demon Lord's tone was very impatient.

But Chen Qiu could feel that Ai Dacha was indeed a little patient with him.

In fact, it is easy to deal with the Mo family members who are playing mechanical techniques.

They are essentially a group of craftsmen and respect those who have craftsmanship. As long as they show their skills, it is not difficult to talk to them in depth.

Obviously, the skills Chen Qiu showed just now were not enough to convince Ai Dacha.

But at least he recognized it.

"I have seen the four guards of Xuanhuang in the Heaven and Earth. They can understand the orders and react. They really don't look like dead people."

Chen Qiu leaned against the door and asked:

"Could your Mo family really have the ability to bring people back to life?"

"No, disrupting life and death, that's a story that only comes from immortals. How can I do it?"

Ai Dacha said without looking back:

"I am using other methods. If you want to know, you will see it in a few days. Don't ask more questions now. I'm busy and very annoyed!"

Chen Qiu didn't stop talking.

He said again:

"You keep blood vessels and meridians, and the dantian and heart orifices below to make the true qi continue to flow. I roughly understand this, but do you need to use those mechanisms to ensure the movement of Xiuhe's limbs?

If she doesn't exert an initial force on her, even if she has true energy, she can't move at all, right?"

"The secret is there!"

Ai Dacha pointed to the boxes at the edge of the house, where assembled mechanical objects were placed. He said:

"If you want to know, go and see it yourself!"

Chen Qiu's eyes fell on those mechanisms and objects.

Among them, one of the longest ones is obviously a model that mimics the human spine.

He walked over, squatted there, and reached out to touch him.

The fingers were stained with sticky things like engine oil. On those mechanical objects, there were many complex structures connected by tough leather ropes.

Chen Qiu reached out and turned his hand for a while, feeling a little difficult. After a little thought, he understood the general principle.

He said:

“These are winches?

What is used to use gear linkage and lever transmission to accumulate force? It is like a clockwork doll on a music box... It's really exquisite."
To be continued...