During the Ming Dynasty, in an inconspicuous place outside the city of Duzhou, a young man named Hu San'er lived. He was ugly in appearance and small in stature, but beneath this ordinary exterior lay a formidable profession - he was a tanner.
Hu San'er's work is inexplicably wary, because the tanners are craftsmen who specialize in working with the dead. His work is not an ordinary craft, but an intimate encounter with the bodies of the deceased, repairing them and ensuring that they are in full condition before the funeral. At that time, people believed that "fallen leaves return to their roots, and they are safe in the ground", but before the body is buried in the ground, the integrity of the body must be ensured. As a result, corpses that have been killed on the battlefield, beheaded, or otherwise lost arms and legs due to other accidents need to seek the help of a tanner.
Hu San'er has studied in this industry for many years, and his skills are extremely exquisite. However, Hu San'er is a greedy and lustful person who likes to take advantage of small advantages, and often tries to deceive those who ask him for help. One of his usual tactics is to deliberately hide parts of the body when he is halfway through the sewing and pretend that the work cannot be continued, which requires additional costs. Hu San'er made a living in this way and lived a comfortable and luxurious life. Hu San has an unwritten rule, that is, on the day of the Midyear Festival, he does not easily accept any work to restore corpses. Hu San'er clearly knew that there might be unexpected dangers on this day, and that there might be something unusual hidden around the corpse. For his own safety and to avoid provoking supernatural events that cannot be provoked, he chose not to engage in any work during the Midyear Festival.
It's another year's Midyear Festival, just as Hu San'er packed up his things and went home, the door was suddenly knocked, and the person who came was Zhang Yuanwai's entourage in the town, a servant with a filial piety belt on his arm, and the servant hurriedly reported to Hu San'er, it turned out to be Zhang Yuanwai's only daughter Bingyan who had an accident in an outing two days ago. The horses were frightened, and the carriage unfortunately fell off the cliff, resulting in serious injuries to Bingyan's body. The corpse was cut open by countless sharp branches, the intestines flowed to the ground, and an arm no longer existed, and the situation was staggering.
Zhang Yuanwai was anxious, in order to restore his beloved daughter to her original appearance and bury her with peace of mind, he spared no expense to invite several sewing craftsmen to help. However, because Bingyan's injuries are so severe, it takes a lot of skill to regain her face. Therefore, everyone recommended Hu San'er, who had a high cost and excellent craftsmanship, to Zhang Yuanwai. Hu San'er was originally reluctant to take the job in the Midyear Festival, but in the face of such a high reward, he finally decided to bring tools and rushed to Jiafu.
In the morgue of Jiafu, Hu San'er carefully sewed Bingyan's skin, and gradually the flames in the room became abnormal, changing from bright yellow to a strange green. This change made Hu San'er feel a little uneasy. In the process of concentrating on sewing the skin, Hu San'er's perception did not stop. He vaguely felt that there was a gaze in the room watching him, as if a pair of invisible eyes were closely watching his every movement. However, because his work requires great concentration, Hu San'er only attributed this vision to his own illusion and did not pay much attention to it.
Just when Bingyan's body was about to be stitched together by Hu San'er, an indescribable crooked thought suddenly rose, a trace of cunning light flashed in his eyes, and the tool in his hand stopped at the most critical moment. He took out a knife, cut a piece of ** on Bingyan's back, and quietly put it away. Then Hu San'er turned around and looked at Bingyan who had not fully recovered with a smile, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice: "Look, this piece of ** is not complete, I need to find another replacement." And because of the increase in workload, the remuneration must also be increased accordingly. This sudden request made Zhang Yuanwai angry, but in his love for his daughter, he finally agreed to Hu San'er's request.
Hu San'er, who got the silver, hummed a little song all the way home, drank two glasses of wine and soon fell asleep. In the dream, Hu San'er saw Bingyan, who was stitched by herself, and her eyes flashed with a deep cold light. Bingyan seemed to be quite satisfied with Hu San'er's technique, sometimes touching the broken arm, sometimes looking at the position of the stitches. Bingyan suddenly smiled and walked in front of Hu San'er. Bingyan's face changed suddenly, she turned around suddenly, revealing the position of the ** that was cut off by Hu San'er, and said: "You shameless villain, you actually use dead people for personal gain, you are really insatiable. Since you have taken my skin, then your skin is mine!”
After saying that, Bingyan directly reached out and inserted it into Hu San'er's back, and in the dream, a piercing sound sounded to pierce the air, accompanied by a tingling pain, and the bloody flesh was torn off in one piece. Hu San'er let out a terrible scream and woke up from his dream, sweating like rain. He sat on the bed, only to feel a sharp pain in his back, and he showed a look of shock and despair. The facts are in front of him, his ** is gone, as shown in the dream, it was directly torn off by Bingyan, leaving an empty depression. He felt a pang of remorse rush over him, and he deeply regretted his greed and shamelessness. But repentance doesn't undo anything. Hu San'er understood that he would never be able to get his ** back.
However, the reincarnation of fate has long been marked on Hu San'er. Not long after, Hu San'er died of a back infection. Everyone sighed at what happened to him, and the reason why Hu San'er fell into such a quagmire of fate was precisely because he was too greedy, and a momentary misjudgment made him pay the price of his life.
Message: The story is a folklore, belongs to literary creation, the characters and plots are fictional, please do not link with feudal superstition, and aim to enrich the reader's spare time.
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