The father and son were extremely reluctant, and a resentful light flashed in their eyes, but the bandits in the yard did not dare to say anything, so they had to go to the well to draw a bucket of water, twist a towel, take off the clothes for the boss, and wipe it carefully.

From the scene, the boss was not hit by the front, and it is likely that the muzzle was slightly raised and was rubbed by the lower edge of the shotgun. Otherwise, there would not be only the face, but the entire upper body would be sieve.

After several buckets of water were replaced one after another, the boss was wiped clean and Qin Mo took back what he wanted.

"Put your clothes on for the boss first."

Qin Mo ordered.

At that time, the clothes were closer to modern outfits. The tops were tops, pants were pants, sweatshirts were sweatshirts, and boxer-length trousers.

Men generally have buzz cuts.

"Why are you..."

As San was about to talk back, he was grabbed by Ada. There was no way. A bunch of bandits pointed at the gun. It was better to have less trouble than more. As for that kid, he would go back and clean up.

The father and son are busy, and dressing dead people is different from dressing living people. Because when people die, their hands and feet are stiff, and their weight falls down. Except for professionals, even three or two adult strong men can't control them.

This is also the reason why the elderly in the family have to wear shrouds in advance when they are about to die. When a person dies, their children cannot dress the elderly. Even if they force themselves to put on, they will have to struggle for a while and be disrespectful to the corpse.

The two of them usually don’t dress their bodies, just wipe their faces, wrap them up with straw mats, and then pour a bucket of quicklime to prevent corrosion and insects. They will be buried seven days later. At this time, they are in a hurry and can’t wear them.

"Damn it, can it work?"

Master Hu pulled the bolt and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master, grandpa, wait a little longer, it'll be fine soon!"

The father and son were frightened. The more they were afraid, the more their hands trembled, the less they could not get through.

"I'll do it, you can help me, you can help the boss up, sit down with your back, and push it from behind."

Qin Mo couldn't stand it either, for fear of causing impatient bandits and killing people without discrimination.

The father and son cooperated very well, one supported the body and the other held the back against the boss's back.

When dressing a dead person, you have to wear it backwards. Put the clothes in reverse, put the sleeves from bottom to top, and then fold the clothes in reverse. It is not that troublesome to wear pants. Just lift your butt when you pull it up.

He finally put it on, even though Qin Mo was skillful, he was panting. After all, the dead didn't cooperate. The boss could not serve him with a hundred pounds of meat.

After a breath of breath, Xiao Ye took the object and painted the boss.

The boss's entire face was covered with marbles, and some of them were hit into the bones. However, Qin Mo had his ancestral skills and his ten-year career in funeral homes brought him rich experience.

With the tip-nosed pliers in the left hand and the tweezers in the right hand, Qin Mo took out the bullets one by one without any haste, then filled the holes with putty, then mixed a small amount of water with flour, brushed them layer by layer with fine brush to cover up the repair marks and use a base makeup.

Qin Mo couldn't ask about the life of the boss, but he was shotgun and was hit in the face. The incident happened suddenly and should be shocked.

A specific image was roughly outlined in my mind, and Qin Mo began to write with red and black colors, and his paintings were meticulous.

Everyone formed a circle and stared at the master of Qin Mo's writing, looking at the makeup that was completely different from humans, gradually, an unspeakable chill rose on his back.

When Qin Mo pointed his eyes at the last two strokes, the boss used a white face as the base, black and red, and his face was full of surprise, as if he had come back to life, and he was truly lifelike!

"You... are you drawing a human or a ghost?"

Master Hu asked, unable to hide his surprise.

Qin Mo said lightly: "The makeup I painted is for ghosts. On the road to the underworld, there are mostly difficult little ghosts. They have always bullied the weak and feared the strong. They painted the master with majestic paintings. Ghosts are afraid of seeing it. Master Hu, but this is the reason?"

As soon as these words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in Qin Mo's mind.

"Zhang Jiuniu, male, 36 years old, died of gunfire in a conflict with the temple. He occupied the mountain and became king during his lifetime. He made a living by robbing the merchants. Although he was cruel and ruthless, he was a righteous hero and often robbed the rich and helped the poor.

Now, I have received some spiritual rewards for the makeup that Qin Mo painted. I can learn from Zhang Jiuniu that his unique skills in Black Tiger Fist. Do you want to learn it?

In a daze, Qin Mo was very dissatisfied with Zhang Jiuniu's evaluation, but he still said: Learn!

Suddenly, the time and space changed, and I stood on the stage. On the other side, the dead boss, Zhang Jiuniu!

Zhang Jiuniu had a strong red and coppery skin, and his body was covered with a diagram of the meridians of the human body. His dantian was empty and his face was expressionless. Two seconds later, after a loud roar, a meridian suddenly lit up like a street light, and then he rushed forward and punched him out with a fierce punch!

It was like a colorful tiger, spreading its teeth and claws, and pounced at it. The strong wind brought by it made the cheeks hurt. The whole person was captured by the momentum, and he had no desire to resist, and his soul was trembling.

With a click, the sternum was hit by a fist and cracked inch by inch.

'it hurts!'

This was Qin Mo’s only feeling before his death.

It hurts heart-wrenching pain!

It turns out that death is so painful!

When consciousness returned, Qin Mo stood on the stage again. After two seconds, Zhang Jiuniu rushed over and punched him!

"Bang!"

He was punched in the chest again, and died for the second time!

Qin Mo probably knew about it after dying twice in a row. The light of meridians should be the way to practice martial arts. There is a gap of two seconds for you to think and think about the master's boxing path and the way to perform martial arts through the way to practice martial arts.

What a fucking golden finger?

Too perverted, right?

Although it is not true death, the pain of death is truly real.

The boss punched the third time. This time Qin Mo was prepared and learned the martial arts drama with his arms upwards!

"Cha!"

The arm bone was broken and the fist hit the chest again!

Death for the third time!

However, if you have a hard move, you will not gain nothing. The boss’s strength is not greater than that of himself. He broke his arms with a forceful way of exercising force with the momentum of a tiger.

The fourth time!

When the boss swung his fist again, Qin Mo instinctively took a step back and removed some of his strength. Although his arms were about to be folded, they were still broken and knocked down!

The fifth time!

The sixth time!

...

I can make up the dead and burn the stove part-time. I have a natural sense of ruthlessness. Just imagine how big a heart you have to put on makeup on all kinds of bizarre dead bodies in an empty dressing room?

Qin Mo was so angry that he was ruthless. He was brewing his ruthlessness. He didn't believe that he had the same strength, and the system gave him another answer tip, and he couldn't even beat a dead man.

Moreover, he has the innate advantage of putting on the dead, and paying attention to doing it in one go. He cannot wipe it if he paints it, otherwise he will be disrespectful to the corpse, which requires a pair of skilled hands and abstract thinking ability.

In addition, when burning a corpse, you have to use an iron hook to snatch it twice, which is very fast, accurate and ruthless, which is a very test of your eyesight.

The fifteenth time!

Qin Mo simulates the meridians lit by the boss and exerts force from it, and can barely hold up eight moves and counterattack two moves.

Thirty times!

Gradually, I figured out the tricks of Black Tiger Fist, but I was a little bit disadvantageous.

The fortieth time!

It's hard to tell the difference!

The forty-third time!

One punch hit the boss’s heart and win!

In a trance, Qin Mo withdrew from the platform and a panel appeared in his mind.

Qin Mo

Spirituality: 1.2

Understanding: Dingxia!

Root bone: C-middle!

Basic martial arts: Black Tiger Fist

There are a few spaces below, which I think are other abilities.

Qin Mo was quite speechless, with a spirit of 1.2, which means that his original spirit of 0.2, is that so bad?

But from another perspective, if you get a little bit of spirituality from the boss, your strength will increase by five times!
Chapter completed!