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

Although I was mentally prepared, the scene before me still made my brow twitch slightly.

Zhao Dong's body was like a shattered porcelain doll, broken and mangled.

However, after so many years in the industry, I've seen all sorts of big scenes.

I paused for only a moment, and then I started thinking of a solution.

Because of the tumbling and impact during the fall, much of Zhao Dong's skin and flesh was torn off. It seems that to piece him back together, he will not only need to be stitched up, but also "patched up".

"Fortunately, the framework is still intact."

I muttered something to myself, then placed the black wooden box on the bar stool next to me and unlocked it.

I took a bottle of strong liquor that Erhu had prepared, took a sip, and sprayed it onto my hands and tools with a "pfft." The strong smell of liquor instantly masked the stench of blood.

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry to offend you."

I bowed slightly to the corpse, then picked up the scissors and cut open the clothes that were already soaked in blood.

After cutting open the clothes, I took out tweezers and cotton balls, dipped them in well water, and carefully cleaned the mud and blood off the body.

After doing all this, half an hour had passed.

After putting down the tweezers, I turned to look at Erhu, who was guarding the entrance of the shed.

"Erhu, bring that big rooster over here."

"Hey! They're here!"

After Erhu responded, he soon brought over a large rooster with a red comb and golden feathers.

After squinting as he handed me the rooster, Erhu didn't dare to look at it for long. Seeing that I had no other instructions, he quickly left the mourning hall.

The scene on the door was so horrifying that it was perfectly normal for Erhu, an ordinary person who had never seen anything like it, to react.

After taking the rooster, I held its wing with one hand and pinched its bright red comb with the other, and whispered, "I'll lend you a little bit of yang energy, don't be afraid."

Then he took out a silver needle and gently pricked the rooster's comb.

After collecting the rooster's blood in a small bowl, I added cinnabar and strong liquor to the bowl and then stirred it well.

Then, I dipped the mulberry bark thread into the bowl, letting the thread soak up the intensely yang red liquid.

"When the rooster crows, the world turns white; its crested blood calms the soul and startles even ghosts and gods."

I muttered a slang term under my breath, and then tied one of the rooster's legs to the table leg of the funeral bed with a red string.

This chicken is now a sentinel; it will know if anything changes to the corpse.

Only after all that was done did I officially begin the chiropractic.

Zhao Dong's bones were badly broken. My hands roamed over his body, feeling for the broken bone fragments, and then, according to the proper positions of the human skeleton, I forcibly repositioned each of the misaligned bones.

"Bear with it, Brother Zhao. Once your bones are set, you'll be able to stand tall in your next life."

As I worked, I muttered something to the corpse. This was a custom, called "requiem," to let the deceased know that I was helping him, not harming him.

With the frame in place, the next step, the most challenging part, is "sewing the leather."

However, I sensed something was wrong as soon as the first injection was given.

Normally, although the flesh of a dead person is stiff, as long as the texture is found, the needle can be inserted smoothly.

But today, when I inserted the needle, it felt like I was piercing a thick layer of old cowhide. The needle tip even felt a noticeable resistance, as if an invisible hand was pushing against the needle, preventing me from stitching.

"Um?"

I frowned slightly, flicked my wrist, and used a subtle force to force the needle through.

Just as the needle pierced the skin—

"Giggle giggle—!!!"

The rooster tied to the table leg suddenly bristled!

It suddenly flapped its wings, the feathers on its neck standing on end, and let out a shrill scream at Zhao Dong's corpse. The sound was not like a crowing, but more like a scream, which made people's scalps tingle.

Immediately afterwards, the mulberry bark thread in my hand snapped without warning.

A chilling aura instantly seeped into my fingertips through the needle.

As soon as I stopped what I was doing and removed the silver needles, the chilling sensation on my fingertips gradually faded.

At that moment, I looked up and saw that the body, which had been lying flat on the door, had its only remaining right eyelid twitch strangely.

Those dead-fish-like eyes seemed to move slightly, and they stared intently at me!

"Such heavy resentment..."

A look of solemnity and sharpness flashed in my eyes.

Logically speaking, people who accidentally fall off cliffs may harbor resentment, but it's usually "resentment from a violent death," mostly stemming from unwillingness and confusion. With proper mending, most of this resentment can dissipate.

But the resentment in Zhao Dong's corpse was condensed and did not dissipate, carrying a fierce and hateful aura, and even resisting being stitched up and buried!

This is not the reaction one would expect from an accidental fall off a cliff!

"It seems you were murdered."

I stared at those unseeing, lifeless eyes, and spoke softly, as if I were negotiating: "Since you've been wronged, don't take it out on me. Brother Zhao, I'm here to help you. Cooperate well, and after you're buried, you can seek justice for your grievances and settle your scores."

However, after I finished speaking, Zhao Dong's corpse stared at me without any change in his eyes, and the rooster's crowing became even more mournful!

Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

I ignored the rooster that was still going crazy and instead took out the jet-black thread from the toolbox and threaded the needle again.

This black gold thread is a treasure passed down through generations of the Chen family. It is made of gold thread soaked in black dog blood and celestial silkworm silk, making it extremely tough and extremely yang and strong. It is specially used to deal with such "disobedient" corpses.

"Heaven is round and earth is square, laws and decrees are in nine chapters; now I strike with my needle, and all ghosts will hide in fear."

After re-threading, I muttered the Chen family's ancestral incantation for suppressing corpses.

Then, insert the needle!

The first needle was inserted directly into Zhao Dong's abdominal wound.

"puff--"

A muffled thud sounded, but it didn't feel like a piercing of flesh; it felt more like a nail being driven into a piece of old wood.

The moment the dark gold thread pierced the flesh, the corpse, which had been twitching slightly, suddenly stiffened. The cold, resisting aura at the wound seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, instantly dissipating and receding.

"The Soul-Locking Stake, the first one, seals your seven souls and keeps them safe in the hall."

With a flick of my wrist, I tied an extremely complicated knot.

This is called the Soul-Locking Knot. Each stitch is tied into a knot, resembling a wooden stake, firmly nailing the restless resentment inside the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, my fingers flew across the keyboard.

As the dark gold threads continued to weave through, Zhao Dong's originally fragmented body gradually regained its original shape.

Finally, they sewed up to the neck.

I looked up and saw that the one eye that had been staring intently at me just moments before was still wide open, revealing a sense of resentment.

I stopped the needle, looked at the eye, and said, "Brother Zhao, I know you're innocent. But every grievance has its source, and every debt has its debtor. Who killed you, and who you seek revenge against, is none of my business, Chen Yang."

But this body is the last memento you leave your aunt. If you cause trouble again and ruin it, how heartbroken your aunt would be to see it?"

After I finished speaking, I reached out my left hand, gently placed it on his eyelids, and wiped them down forcefully.

At the same time, I plunged the last needle into the Fengfu acupoint at the back of his neck with my right hand, tightened it, and tied the last knot.

"The Soul-Locking Stake, the final stake, dust to dust, ashes to ashes!"

As I drank, the eye that had refused to close finally slowly shut.