Hearing him say this, Yan Kewang rubbed his eyes and looked at the two people in front of the door carefully for the first time. Although the boy was smiling, he didn't look anything unusual. Instead, the one sitting on the donkey, wrapped his whole body tightly in the warm sun in May, and could not tell the difference between men and women.

Yan Kewang's mouth twitched slightly, "Sell me something? Do you understand, is I, Yan Kewang, a person who lacks food and clothing?"

The boy smiled again, "Mr. Yan is too humble. Shi Chong of the Western Jin Dynasty is as rich as a country. I believe that Mr. is no worse than him."

Yan Kewang's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Since I know my foundation, why do you still think there are things in this world that I can't buy?"

"Because I can do this thing in the world." The man in white spoke for the first time, his voice as if he was covered with a layer of film, and was dull. He had to listen carefully to it before he could hear it clearly.

Yan Kewang laughed twice, "Of course the only craft can make money, just like me," he raised a finger and shook it at the man in white, "I don't believe you have that ability. If you want to cheat money, you have found the wrong person." After saying that, he turned around and closed the door.

"What is the difference between a single skin and a doll without souls."

A faint sentence hit Yan Kewang's heart. His hand on the door bolt stopped moving, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"You chat with her every day, cook for her, and buy the most expensive jewelry in the world to dress her up, but she can't respond to you in a word. How long will it take for you to deceive yourself?" said the man in white slowly, "Have you never thought that one day she will return and continue her father-daughter relationship with you for another lifetime?"

"The soul is back?" Yan Kewang slowly turned his head, and the anger in his eyes replaced the sentimentality. "Even if he returns, where can he go? His body is gone, only a human skin is left, and it has no place to return."

The man in white chuckled, "That's why I came to you, Yan Kewang, can we go to the house to talk about the price now?"

There are two scenes inside and outside the house. The whole room is decorated with extremely gorgeous furnishings, with magnificent animal skins nailed on the walls and floors. The house is filled with novel things collected from all over the place, including Gu Kaizhi's calligraphy and paintings, and hanging screens carved by rosewood. They are extremely rare. On the long table, there are cultural relics, utensils, bonsai, ceramics, candles, etc., which are exquisite and not like something that a rough person like Yan Kewang like.

Yan Kewang pointed to a bench lightly and signaled the two to sit down, "You said you could embroider your soul, do you think this is serious?"

"Don't believe me?"

"You want me ten thousand taels of gold, and you just say it with a red mouth and white teeth. How can you believe me?"

The man in white stood up and walked slowly around the room. Suddenly he chuckled twice, "I can prove it to you now." After that, he walked to the inconspicuous small door behind the table, and pushed the door open with a light force.

"What are you doing?" Yan Kewang stood up from the chair and walked towards him hurriedly. Before he could reach the door, the man in white had already lifted something out of it and threw it on the ground with a "splash".

"Is this...human skin?" The boy squatted aside, lifted the thing like an old dress, looked up and down carefully, and sniffed it a few times on it. "The smell of blood has not dissipated yet. The skin you just peeled last night? It seems that it should be his skin." His skin pointed behind Yan Kewang with a skinny finger, "This man's soul has not dissipated yet, his eyes are as red as lanterns, I think he hates you."

Yan Kewang turned around suddenly because he said it, but found that there was nothing behind him. He pulled a grim smile from his face, "Breaking me?"

The man in white also stared behind him, "He said his name was Qu Chong. You peeled his cousin and lied to all his uncle's belongings. Not only that, his uncle jumped into the river and died a few months ago because he couldn't stand such a change, so he had a deep blood hatred between him and you. But he worked hard to find you, but he was killed by you last night. You cut the skin on his spine and split the skin on his back into two halves, and then slowly separated the skin and muscles, tearing the two apart like a butterfly spreading its wings, making him a human skin."

Yan Kewang's face turned from pale and green: "Can you really see him?"

The man in white looked at him from under the hat, "It's not just him, but Brother Qing's soul is also in this room and has never left."

Yan Kewang's legs became weak, he took two steps back, held the table with his hand, and then stood up straight, "You said... my daughter's soul has not yet dissipated? Is it still here?"

"She drank the poisonous wine prepared by her father, of course she couldn't dissipate her resentment. How could she be willing to enter the cycle of reincarnation?" The man in white sneered, his voice was blurry, and he sounded a little more ridiculous.

Yan Kewang was completely convinced. If they said that they might have seen what happened last night, how could they know about the things that happened decades ago? Even himself, he has been a little troublesome to think of it recently. He often needs to go through it in his mind to re-search the details. It is impossible for them to find out about this matter.

"Do you believe it now?" The man in white sat down on the bench, resting his hands on the back of the chair, "Are you willing to do this business?"

"You really...can you embroider the soul?" Yan Kewang asked with fear.

The man in white sighed, "It seems that he can only prove it to you."

After saying that, she squatted down, picked up Qu Chong's human skin, put it on her knees without any hesitation, raised her right hand in mid-air, and a slender silver needle had already appeared in her hand. The tip of the needle flashed, and he silently recited in his mouth: "Three souls and seven spirits gather in this needle, the three souls will last forever, and the soul will not be depressed."

A silver light condensed on the tip of the needle. He aimed at Qu Chong's throat and deeply pierced the needle, in, out, in, out, out, without thread, but like a thread. His hand embroidered a long mark, extending from his throat to his chest.

Finally, the movements in his hands stopped, and he blew a lightly at the human skin, "Qu Chong, the soul has returned to the body, you can wake up quickly."

The human skin rose and fell a few times, and slowly stood up from the legs. It looked very strange. Because it was only a thin piece of skin, it was quite difficult to get up. The knees stood up trembling for a while before they stood up their thighs, followed by the buttocks, waist, abdomen, and chest. Finally, the neck slowly tilted backwards and carried their heads together.

As soon as he stood up, it roared and rushed towards Yan Kewang, "Old man, let me give you my life."

Qu Chong's skin covered Yan Kewang's face and wrapped his head tightly. Yan Kewang was caught off guard by him and fell to the ground with his body back and tried his best to pull the skin off his head. But Qu Chong wrapped him tightly like a snake fighting to the death, blocking his mouth and nose tightly.
Chapter completed!