Bone Painting Coroner

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Twenty years of Qi Zhen, Beiliang, Jinjiang.

On the day of January, it said that it changed, and it was only clear blue sky, and immediately there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and the blue stone path seemed to have a layer of silver water, slippery.

Ji Yunshu, holding an umbrella, holding a beautifully carved sandalwood box, walked all the way from the Ji family to the door of Zhoufu.

In the first month, all the houses are full of joy, but the door of Zhoufu is covered with white satin and several white lanterns.

It turned out that yesterday, Miss Zhou's accident happened and died!

Ji Yunshu closed his umbrella, brushed the rain on his shoulders, and carefully checked the sandalwood box in his arms.

This is the baby she eats, and she can't be damaged!

If it wasn't the county's uncle begging her, she really didn't want to come.

Living in the first lunar month is indeed a bit murky.

"Sir, you are here."

The little man in the house trot over, carrying his waist, and called anxiously.

It's no surprise to call her husband, Ji Yunshu is a man, very elegant.

Ji Yunshu nodded, and as the little servant went to the hall in the backyard, the girl in the house, the little servant, kneeled all over the floor, bowed her head, and wiped her tears.

In the hall, Mr. Zhou was wearing a purple ink satin robe and a high bun pan. His face was solemn and his lips were lined. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and he was tired.

On the side, Mrs. Zhou was crying, crying, and dying. She learned yesterday that her daughter had died, and she passed out on the spot. Now she has not eased up. If she was not helped by a few little girls, it would fall to the ground again.

Ji Yunshu lived in the past, naturally used to this kind of scene.

Upon seeing Ji Yunshu, Mr. Zhou glanced at his wife before pulling her aside.

"Mr. Ji, I'm in trouble. The little girl loves pink clothes and dresses up. She will also go to the yard to enjoy the plum blossoms when she is free. Because she is not in good health, she doesn't often go out, just yesterday... she fell from the attic , Hit the rockery, looking..."

"Master Zhou is at ease and understands now."

Ji Yunshu responded, put down the sandalwood box he brought, opened it, and inside were some exquisitely crafted painting tools. The box is divided into three layers. The first layer is seven or eight silver pens embroidered with Luanyun. The second layer is a concave water trough, and the third layer is forty-eight grids of small pigments with authentic and uniform colors.

The box is clever, but it is complete.

A few little girls looked around curiously. They hadn't seen this painting field.

The little man took a roll of silk and spread it on the table, leading Ji Yunshu to the side of the coffin.

In the coffin, Miss Zhou's face was ulcerated, her skin was fleshy, her blood was attached to her shin bones, her cheeks were slightly protruding to reveal her bones, her binocular eyeballs exploded, and they were hanging in the eye sockets one by one. Although her lips and teeth were intact, the bridge of her nose had been broken.

Who looks disgusted with this look?

It should be this look if it fell and fell.

Look at the hair bun dress, pink fine forgings, neat and tidy, the hair is like ink, and it is integrated with the gold and silver jewelry buried next to it.

This week, the family is worthy of being a big family, and it is no wonder that the county grandfather asked her to ask her to come over.

After watching it carefully, Ji Yunshu turned back to the table, started to adjust several paints, chose a three-point pen, and inked the ink on the Jinbo line. Carving, dyeing, adjusting...

People around were dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

It is said that Jinjiang has a famous painter who belongs to the government office and specializes in painting for the dead, whether it is a bloody dead body, a burnt and rotten corpse, or a pile of raw bones. The corpse came to life.

A pair of clever hands, a sandalwood box, rejuvenated with a wonderful hand.

After half an hour, Ji Yunshu closed the pen and flicked the dust on the sleeve of the jacket.