The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 45: Mending (Third update!!!) (Please vote for recommendations!)
"Boom, boom"

The sound of knocking on the wooden door woke up Zhu Cuihua in her sleep, she quickly got up from the bed, her face was full of anger from being woken up, but she was somewhat awake after being blown by the cold wind when she went out.

Not long after nightfall, the tailor's shop where he lived was in a relatively remote corner of Yunzhou City, and his men were not around. If a bad guy broke in and saw him and killed him, no one would be able to protect him.

Thinking about it, she took a rake from the door and held it in her hand. Under the moonlight, the sharp teeth on the rake shone coldly.

Even with the weapon in hand, she was still worried. She just hated the man in front of her door who was staring at her door and knocking on it. Didn't she see that she didn't come to the door? ?

Still thinking about who was outside the door, she opened the door cautiously.

"Squeak-"

The hinge of the door was probably embroidered, and it creaked slowly in the middle of the night.

But Zhu Cuihua froze there, staring blankly at the man in front of her, feeling that she probably didn't wake up from a dream to see such a graceful figure.

"Why does this person look like he came out of an ink painting?"

The man was dressed in black and blue, a little tattered, but it could not conceal his aura at all, like a jade mountain, like the warmth you feel when you enter the mountain in spring.She has been a tailor for more than ten years, and she has seen countless people. Those who are noble are not as leisurely as this person, and those who are knight-errants lack his elegance.

Throwing down the rake resolutely, the heavy rake hit the ground with a "bang-dang" sound. She blushed and couldn't help brushing her hair, fearing that her slovenly attire would offend the handsome man in front of her.

Mo Rang looked at the woman in front of him with her hair in a strange way, feeling that the way this person looked at her was a little strange.

He originally thought about buying some fitting clothes and some needlework, but all the shops in Yunzhou City were closed at night. After walking for a while, he happened to see this "Shanglin Buzhuang" and knocked on the door.

Smiling, he let go of his weird feelings, and said humbly: "Auntie, are there any ready-made clothes for sale?"

aunt! ! ?

Zhu Cuihua's thick eyebrows stood upright, her eyes were as wide as a tiger's, a fierce light suddenly appeared on her pale yellow pockmarked face, and her face changed like lightning, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Don't let the tactics retreat, and tentatively changed the title: "The night is thick, I have never seen the appearance of the eldest sister."

——In fact, my ghostly eyes can see clearly.

"It's okay!"

The expression on the woman's face changed from cloudy to sunny, and she interrupted his words with a smile on her face.

"Why do you call me big sister? I'm still young, just call me Cuihua."

His expression twisted for a moment, and he took a deep breath, not wanting to regret why he bought clothes instead of just going in and stealing one.

No, no, no, I'm honest, I'm kind...how can I steal things...

"Then, Sister Cuihua..." Mo Rang smiled awkwardly, "May I ask if there are any ready-to-wear clothes available?"

Zhu Cuihua smiled brightly, quickly answered "Yes" and led people in.

"Shanglin Buzhuang", the woman walked in front and lit the candles, and the decorations inside could be seen in the warm light. They were not exquisite, but they were neat.

On the black counter on the first floor, there are abacus and measuring rulers scattered and ordinary. Boss Zhu turned into the counter.Another candlestick was placed on the table, and some short shadows were reflected on the shelves behind them. Colorful fabrics were piled on top, and the top ones shone like running water in the candlelight.

She had venomous eyes, and looked at Mo Rang's figure by the candlelight.

"Most of the ready-to-wear available is in normal sizes, and it doesn't look right on you."

——And they are all ordinary materials.

"If Mr. Lang is not in a hurry, I will prepare clothes for you in the next two days."

Mo Rang shook his head, "I'm in a hurry, I really can't wait."

"OK then."

Zhu Cuihua seemed to suddenly think of something, she came out from behind the counter and walked to the corner of the steps, took out a light-colored robe from the empty pile of ready-made clothes, and unfolded it in front of Mo Rang. It was an ink-colored robe, which looked like a scholar The scent is very strong.

"This dress was made by the eldest son of the Yi family at my place. You two are about the same height, so you can buy this one first, that is -"

When Mo Rang saw her frowning, he thought it was due to the construction schedule.

"This dress is made of Qiulu's silk, and the embroidery on it is also embroidered by the best embroiderer in Yunzhou. The price will be a bit expensive——"

It wasn't that Zhu Cuihua was thinking too much, it was because the clothes on the man's body were worn out, and although he was full of extravagance, he really looked downcast.

Forget it, the big deal is not to ask him for the tailor's wages.

While she was still thinking this way, she saw the tall and thin man take out a handful of bank notes from his cuff, about thirty or so, and glanced at the "full 1000 taels" on the first one.

Zhu Cuihua:
Inexplicably, I felt a little pain in my face.

But he said that Mo Rang had never bought clothes in ancient times, and he didn’t have many memories about money in his memory of suffering and happiness. At this time, he heard the proprietress said that the clothes were expensive, so he subconsciously took out a lot of silver bills, thinking that these should be enough to buy clothes.

"enough!"

He looked up at the agitated proprietress suspiciously.

"Five clothes... 600 taels! I'll give you a few more sets of convenient clothes."

Mo Rang directly gave her the 1000 tael silver note in his hand, and asked her to help pick out some light-colored shirts worn by young people.

"If you need anything else, just tell me!"

With a lot of clothes in his hands, Mo Rang didn't put them away in front of others, and looked at Zhu Cuihua with bright black eyes.

"I still need some needle and thread."

Holding the banknote in her hand, Zhu Cuihua laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, and generously gave him a box of needlework. The mahogany box was carved with peonies, which looked very festive.

He held a mahogany box in his arms and carried a dozen cloth bags containing clothes.

Mo Rang left this profiteer as if fleeing, and walked like a ghost all the way until he reached a secluded alley.

This short alley is deep and secluded, which is suitable for what he wants to do.

Dark light dimmed in the pale palm, and a jade-colored token appeared out of thin air. It was more than five inches long and more than two inches wide. The three words "The Order of the King of Hell" were written on the front, and the first line of small characters on the back read "Two realms cut across the Palace of the King of Hell, in the prison of reincarnation." "Life and death are opened", the cold air seeping from the tentacles penetrates the bones.

In the shadow where no one noticed, Mo Rang's scarlet ghostly eyes appeared, and he took out Meng Ju's broken body from the token.

The temperature of the corpse is cold, warm or cold.

Don't let the dead be the most feared in the previous life, afraid that you will be like "them" after death.

The cold is bone-chilling, leaving no one sad.

The full moon hangs high.

The mahogany box was opened and placed aside.

In the eyes of ghosts and gods, the sharp needles pierced into Meng Ju's bloody corpse again and again. The elasticity of the skin gave people a terrifying sense of obscurity. Mo Rang reattached the head of the corpse to the body like a sewing toy. It's just that he is not good at needlework, and the things he sewed are really unreadable.

In the dark alley, the pale young corpse's neck was sewed with red threads, circling around like a centipede, extremely hideous
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