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

Chapter 119 Li Qing's Keen Perception

I took out my phone and checked; there were indeed two missed calls.

I guess I was so focused on driving on the way here that I forgot about my phone.

On the other side, Li Qing yawned and greeted me: "Good morning, Lao Chen."

I nodded to him in response, then turned to Jin Wanliang and asked, "I was in such a rush to get to work this morning that I didn't have time to check my phone. What's going on here?"

As I spoke, I gestured for them to follow me inside.

When we got to the lounge, I poured them two glasses of water.

After taking the water, Li Qing finally spoke, "Don't mention it. I was planning to come find you later."

"But this fatso started wailing downstairs at my house early this morning, saying that this matter can't be done without you, the mortician."

I turned to look at Jin Wanliang.

Jin Wanliang plopped down on the sofa, pulled out a check, and slammed it on the table.

"This contains 500,000 yuan in cash, a deposit."

Jin Wanliang pointed to the check and got straight to the point: "After the deal is done, there will be another 1.5 million. That's a total of 2 million. Brother Chen, are you going to take this job?"

I raised an eyebrow, ignoring the check, and poured myself a glass of water before slowly asking:

"Two million? That's enough to buy a decent house in Jiangcheng."

Boss Jin, we've known each other for a long time, you know my rules.

The amount of money is secondary; the key is whether this job will be too risky.

I glanced at Li Qing, who was fiddling with a compass beside me.

"Even a geomancer's disciple couldn't handle this, and they had to drag me, the mortician, into it. It seems this isn't just a feng shui issue, but also involves the corpse itself, right?"

"Old Chen, you see things very clearly."

Li Qing sighed, put down the compass, and his expression became serious.

"The victim this time is Zhao Bancheng, Zhao Jianguo, you know him, right?"

After thinking for a while, I nodded.

Zhao Jianguo is the top real estate tycoon in Jiangcheng. It is said that he has developed half of the city's housing projects. He is extremely wealthy and has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds.

"The Zhao family is currently relocating their ancestral graves. Yesterday, they contacted me through Fatty Jin, originally asking me to look at the feng shui and choose a new burial site."

Li Qing frowned. "Everything was going smoothly at first, and I even applied a lucky acupoint, 'Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon,' to them. But something went wrong when we were lifting the coffin."

"Something went wrong when they opened the coffin?" I asked. "Did the corpse turn into a zombie?"

"If only it were a normal zombie reanimation, even a green-haired zombie, I could keep it in check with a few corpse-suppressing talismans."

Li Qing shook his head, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. "That coffin was buried vertically."

"Vertical burial? If ancestors are buried vertically, will all their descendants die out?" I blurted out.

This kind of behavior is taboo in the funeral industry. Unless it's an extremely brief and superficial ceremony, no one would do it.

"Yes, it's just a light touch. But that acupoint is already ruined, it's been damaged."

Li Qing continued, "The key point is what happened after the coffin was opened. The corpse inside... wasn't a member of the Zhao family's ancestors at all!"

At this point, Li Qing paused and lowered his voice.

"It was a female corpse, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, with skin even more tender than that of a living person."

The most bizarre thing was that her body... was covered in threads.

My hand gripping the water glass tightened suddenly.

"All lines? What does that mean?"

"Sutures."

Li Qing stared into my eyes and said, word by word.

"Her head, limbs, torso, and even every finger are not original."

It's like... someone sewed together the body parts of several people, piecing them together to form this corpse!

"I tried to suppress it with a talisman, but it spontaneously combusted before I could even stick it on."

Although the corpse is not moving, I can feel it breathing and absorbing the surrounding earth's energy.

The coffin is now open. If we don't deal with it, it will definitely unleash its malevolent power and kill us after midnight tonight!

"I'm a feng shui master, and I'm really helpless when it comes to these stitched-together corpses that have undergone special rituals."

After much thought, the only person in the entire Jiangcheng who can handle this is you, the legitimate corpse stitcher.

After listening to Li Qing's description, I frowned deeply.

A cobbled-together corpse.

The entire body is covered in sutures.

This technique sounds exactly like the work of a corpse stitcher.

Could it be that besides me, there are other corpse-stitching people operating in Jiangcheng?

Or is this a mess left behind by the older generation?

Seeing that I remained silent, Jin Wanliang assumed I was hesitating and quickly added:

"Brother Chen, Boss Zhao said that as long as this matter can be resolved, in addition to the two million, he will also owe you a favor."

In Jiangcheng, Zhao Bancheng's favors are worth more than gold!

I put down my water glass, my gaze swept over the checks on the coffee table, and finally landed on Li Qing's slightly solemn face.

This is definitely a hot potato.

But it is indeed tempting.

It wasn't just about the money, but also about the corpse itself.

If it was left by a fellow practitioner, I might be able to learn something from it, or find clues about the break in the lineage of corpse stitching.

"Boss Jin, I'll take the money."

I pointed to the check, my tone flat.

"However, let me make this clear from the start: if that thing is too ferocious, I can only guarantee that the body will be destroyed, not preserved intact."

"So what if it's ruined!" Jin Wanliang breathed a sigh of relief and slapped his thigh.

"That's a corrupted corpse that's usurped the throne, not an ancestor of the Zhao family. Boss Zhao would love to burn it to ashes!"

"OK."

I stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a spare scalpel from deep inside.

The sword I used most often before was dulled after the incident in the underground palace, and I haven't had time to repair it yet.

I'm also struggling because I don't have the connections or resources. It seems that after this matter is over, I'll have to ask Jin Wanliang or Lu Yan if they know any blacksmiths in the trade.

After carefully putting away the spare scalpel, I glanced back at them.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Half an hour later.

The Mercedes-Benz drove out of the city and sped towards the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

Outside the car window, the scenery rushed past.

I sat in the back seat, closing my eyes to rest.

"Old Chen, don't you think...?"

Li Qing, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly turned around and looked at me with a strange expression.

"You seem different today."

"Oh? What's different?" I opened my eyes and asked.

"Aura".

Li Qing stroked his chin: "Although you used to have some yin energy, it was from dealing with corpses all those years ago."