Corpse Sewing Shroud Shop: I Can Connect the Yin and Yang of Ancient and Modern Times

On the day Zhang Ye's body temperature dropped to 34 degrees, he passed out while selling blood at a black clinic. He felt a business card appear in his pocket out of thin air - [Zhang Ji Shroud Shop·Tailor Zhang]. Written in blood: Report within three days. People who are late are no longer human. He pushed open the door. The shop owner was dead, and ninety-nine shrouds were hung on the wall - each one was made by a loser. He was forcibly put on a black shroud, and the stitching techniques and memories of the ninety-nine generation Yin and Yang tailors were poured into his mind. The fingers move on their own. The silver needle moved over the fabric with yin energy. After sewing the first shroud, the obsession of the undead turned into images and flooded into my mind. At the moment of salvation, the shroud opened its eyes. "Good work. In three days, the first customer comes to the door. You go to see it for me." What he took over was not just a shroud shop, but a legacy that used body temperature as postage. Every time a shroud is sewn, the body temperature drops a little. When it drops to thirty-two degrees, the joints begin to stiffen. When the temperature drops below thirty degrees, rigor mortis spreads throughout the body. It dropped to twenty-five degrees - just like the master, he froze to death behind the counter. He must find the stitch of "life suture" before he freezes to death. But there are more than just undead on this road - there is a real estate agent who was buried alive begging him to sew a shroud that "can breathe again", there are chaos experimental subjects who have stitched together the soul fragments of more than a hundred victims, there are "natural blanks" that have been starved for hundreds of years under the stone chamber and are turning over, and there is an unknown old man who has been sewing on the mountain for hundreds of years, waiting for someone to pass the needle from the eye of the needle to the other side of the world. People on South Street walked into his cable one by one: Shen, an abandoned disciple of Longhu Mountain, said that his craftsmanship was "useful", and the master created by his master