What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I thought of my grandfather's tragic death, my cousin who had become a Gu poison master, Tie Zhu with his broken leg, and Li Qing who almost lost his life...

Could it really be because of me?

Seeing that I didn't speak, Li Qing suddenly reached out and slapped me on the forehead.

"What are you thinking! The old man was just trying to scare you!"

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"What do you mean by 'lone star'? I don't believe in that nonsense."

I am a feng shui master, and my specialty is defying fate.

"If you're really my nemesis, then I'll change your fate! We'll have two negatives make a positive, understand?"

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

Yes.

Screw that cursed lone star.

As long as my sword is fast enough, even if General Zuo were to be resurrected, I would still have to clash with him again.

Thanks.

I carefully put away the talisman, stood up, and said, "Then you should rest well. I won't bother you anymore. After you're discharged from the hospital, let's go eat Australian lobster."

"Get lost, don't disturb my sleep."

Li Qing waved his hand and picked up the braised pig's trotter again: "Remember to close the door, the air conditioning in this hospital is too cold."

Stepping out of the ward, the lights in the corridor seemed a bit brighter than before.

I tightened my hospital gown and clutched the talisman tightly in my hand.

Li Qing's master, the master he had never met, had clearly seen through something.

This talisman may be more than just a means to save lives.

But I don't care.

Since demons and monsters run rampant in this world, and since the guardians of the cauldron want to stir up trouble, then I'll play along with them to the very end.

The corpse sewer sews up corpses, but he also mends the heart.

As long as your mind remains calm, the sky will not fall down.

Back in my hospital room, I lay on the bed, feeling the faint yet firm aura of malevolence flowing slowly within my body.

Outside the window, the darkness before dawn was thick.

But the sun will always rise again.

……

A week later.

Winters in Jiangcheng are always damp and chilly to the bone, especially in places like funeral homes.

I stood at the entrance of the funeral home's administration building, carrying two large meat buns in my hands, eating them as I walked.

came back.

Although the VIP wards in the hospital are comfortable and the nurses are nice, this is where I truly feel at home.

"Oh, my dear Chen! You're finally back!"

Before I even stepped into the cosmetic surgery room, Director Wang rushed out to greet me.

He was holding a thick stack of work schedules, and when he saw me, it was as if he had seen a living bodhisattva who could save him from suffering.

His face was filled with a mixture of anxiety and relief.

"Look, look!"

He slapped the schedule so hard it made a loud thud, spitting as he spoke.

"You've been on leave for over a week. Although you said it was for health reasons, you know the situation in our facility."

You know how skilled Old Zhang is, I wouldn't dare let him do my work again!

Xiao Zhang's skills are only good for applying makeup; if it's really needlework, you'll have to do it.

The freezers are almost overflowing these days!

I took the schedule and glanced at it.

Goodness, what a long list!

As the year draws to a close, the weather is cold and the roads are slippery. Car accidents, heart attacks, and other unexpected events... these ordinary people's life and death separations form the most somber backdrop of this city.

"Director, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

I smiled gently, my voice neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a hint of apology.

"I've almost fully recovered. I'll work overtime these next couple of days to finish up all the backlog of work."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's wrinkles instantly smoothed out:

"Hey, I knew you were so insightful, Xiao Chen! Young people have good physical health and recover quickly."

Hey, don't overwork yourself, remember to balance work and rest...

However, the families of those in lockers #3 and #7 are in a hurry to get their money back. Do you think we should...?

"Understood, I'll go change my clothes now."

I nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the locker room.

After everything was ready, I arrived at the second basement level.

On the stainless steel mortuary bed, a body covered with a white sheet lay quietly.

I walked over and lifted the white cloth.

This is the body of a man in his forties who died in a car accident.

This level of damage is a major challenge for ordinary morticians; just putting the facial bones back in place can take up most of the day.

But for me, this is the best supplement.

I picked up an alcohol swab and began cleaning the blood around the wound.

The moment my fingers touched the cold skin, I could clearly feel a faint, grayish-black aura emanating from the corpse's wounds.

That's malevolent energy.

When a person dies violently, their resentment lingers and, combined with the earth's energy, becomes a malevolent spirit.

In the past, I had to carefully guide this kind of malevolent energy, afraid that absorbing too much would burst my meridians. But now...

I activated the internal energy cultivation method of the Corpse-Sewing lineage, and a suction force was generated in my dantian.

That wisp of malevolent energy flowed along my fingertips and entered my meridians without any hindrance.

Too little.

That was my only thought.

When that wisp of malevolent energy entered my meridians, which had been expanded several times over, it was like a drop of water falling into a dried-up riverbed; it was instantly absorbed without a trace, without even a splash.

I shook my head, picked up the needle and thread, and began to work.

As the stitching progressed, more malevolent energy was drawn in, continuously surging into my body.

One, two, three...

I didn't leave the morgue for an entire day.

I didn't stop what I was doing until evening.

I took off my blood-stained gloves and checked my internal condition.

After a busy day, dealing with eight violently deceased corpses, the total amount of malevolent energy absorbed would have been enough for me to digest for three days and three nights in the past.

But now, they have only filled less than 10% of my meridians.

That empty hunger persisted, and even intensified after tasting the sweetness.

"It seems that ordinary corpses are no longer enough to satisfy me."

I murmured to myself, my tone revealing neither disappointment nor relief.

Although it's a bit less efficient, it's safe and stable.

Moreover, this process of gradually building a solid foundation through a lot of groundwork makes me feel grounded.

Night falls.

I returned to my rented room.

Cultivate your body during the day, and at night... it's time to cultivate your spirit.

After sitting cross-legged on the bed, I took out the black bone needle and began to gently activate it.

Soon, a gray figure was drawn to the door by the bone needles.

It must be said that the level of detail in stitching ghosts is far more complex than that in stitching corpses.

Not only do I need to expend my evil energy to activate the Ghost Needle, but I also need to expend a lot of my mental energy to control the bone needle.

As I placed the last needle, the tattered gray shadow became whole again.

It bowed deeply to me, then its form began to fade and gradually disappeared.

Then, a subtle, cool sensation reappeared, seeping into my brow and merging with the cool sensation that had been lingering there.

My senses are becoming increasingly acute.

By stitching up corpses to cultivate one's body, one can accumulate malevolent energy, strengthen one's physique, and expand one's meridians.

By sewing ghosts and cultivating gods, one can acquire soul power, strengthen one's spirit, and enhance one's perception.