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

The man was dressed in inconspicuous gray overalls, wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, and carrying a large black woven bag.

He didn't rush directly into the pit, but instead hid behind a large tree a dozen meters away for a while.

At this moment, the illusion set up by Li Qing in the pit was still working, and the fake flames were burning fiercely.

The man observed for a full five minutes, and only after confirming that no one was around did he finally lose his patience and rush towards the pit.

"A bunch of idiots...do they really think they can burn my precious things with a single fire?"

Following the wind, I heard him muttering curses.

He cursed as he slid into the pit using both his hands and feet.

The instant his feet touched the ground, Li Qing suddenly made a hand seal and uttered a low shout: "Break!"

The seemingly fierce flames at the bottom of the pit vanished without a trace in an instant.

The coffin and body parts, which should have been burned to ashes, were scattered around intact.

Even the head I severed still had a ferocious expression, staring intently at the person falling.

The man was clearly stunned for a moment, his body stiffening on the spot.

"Why isn't it burning?!"

He gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to back away.

"Since you're here, don't be in a hurry to leave."

I slowly emerged from behind the bushes, speaking in a gentle tone, as if greeting an old friend.

At the same time, the Inverted Five Elements Bewitching Array that Li Qing had set up beforehand was activated instantly.

A red rope flashed briefly on a few trees nearby, and the air became thick.

The man had only climbed halfway up the pit wall when, as if he had hit an invisible wall of air, he was bounced back to the bottom of the pit with a "bang," landing face-first in the dirt.

"Damn it! We've fallen for their trap!"

The man reacted extremely quickly, rolling on the ground and pulling out a handful of black powder from his pocket, which he then flung upwards.

"Yin Feng Sha! Open it!"

The powder immediately turned into a foul-smelling black smoke upon contact with the air, which billowed towards me and Li Qing.

I stood at the edge of the pit, without even trying to dodge.

The malevolent energy within my body instantly circulated, and the black smoke that would terrify ordinary people felt like a gentle breeze to me.

I raised my left hand, spread my fingers, and pressed down sharply.

There weren't any earth-shattering special effects.

But the rising black smoke was as if it had been slapped hard by an invisible hand, instantly dissipating and being pressed back to the ground.

The next second, I had already jumped into the pit.

Seeing that things were going badly, the man drew a short dagger from his waist and stabbed at me with red eyes.

Although his movements were ruthless, to me they seemed as slow as if they were in slow motion.

I didn't use any complicated moves; I just slightly turned my body to avoid the blade, then reached out with my left hand and grabbed his wrist.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

"ah--!!"

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

My left hand was like an iron clamp, not only crushing his wrist bones, but also sending a chilling aura into his meridians, instantly sealing off his mobility.

"Behave yourself."

I applied slight pressure with my hand, pressing him down to his knees.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?! If you dare touch me, you'll never leave Jiangcheng!"

Although the man was subdued, he remained defiant, struggling and shouting.

At this moment, Li Qing also jumped down, holding a bundle of hemp rope specially used for binding corpses.

"Wow, you've got quite the nerve."

Li Qing walked over with a grin, ripped off the man's baseball cap, and then vigorously wiped his face, which was covered in mud and ash.

"Come, let me see which deity dares to provoke the Grand Duke Jupiter."

The dirt was wiped away, revealing a young face that was somewhat licentious.

Li Qing stared at the face for two seconds, then suddenly froze.

"Holy crap?"

He blinked, looked at me carefully again, then turned to look at me with an extremely strange expression.

"Old Chen, this matter... is getting interesting."

"Do you know him?" I asked.

"It's more than just knowing each other."

Li Qing pointed at the young man and said in an exaggerated tone, "Yesterday when I was re-applying acupressure to Boss Zhao, this kid was holding an umbrella right next to me!"

If I remember correctly, Boss Zhao called him... Tianhao?

Yes, Zhao Tianhao! This is Zhao Jianguo's nephew!

Upon hearing this, the young man who had been shouting suddenly stiffened.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, which quickly turned fierce: "Now that you recognize me, let me go!"

This is a family matter for the Zhao family; it's none of your business, you two outsiders!

"Housework?"

I sneered, loosened my grip, and let Li Qing tie him up tightly with hemp rope.

"Digging up the bones of your ancestors and burying a monster inside—is this the Zhao family's tradition?"

Just then, the roar of a car engine came from afar.

A black Mercedes-Benz sped in from outside the woods and braked sharply to a stop at the edge of the ditch.

The car door opened, and Jin Wanliang's large body nimbly jumped out, followed by four burly men.

"Brother Chen! Li Qing! How's it going? Did you catch him?"

Jin Wanliang hadn't actually gone far; he had been wandering around the perimeter.

Once they felt the time was right, they immediately turned around and launched a surprise attack.

"We've got him."

I pointed to the person at the bottom of the pit who looked like a rice dumpling, "Boss Jin, you should know this person too."

Jin Wanliang leaned closer to the edge of the pit and looked inside. His already small eyes widened instantly.

"Young Master Zhao...?! It's you?!"

Zhao Tianhao turned his head to the side and remained silent.

Jin Wanliang gasped. He was a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world, and his mind worked incredibly fast.

In an instant, he understood the stakes involved.

This isn't some kind of revenge from an external enemy; it's clearly a feud within a wealthy family—a case of thieves within the family being the hardest to guard against!

"This...this whole thing is a mess!"

Jin Wan rubbed his temples and looked at me: "Brother Chen, what are you planning to do?"

"Bring your men and the evidence, and go find Boss Zhao."

I brushed the dust off my hands and spoke calmly.

"I only care about catching ghosts and sewing up corpses. As for how to judge the case, that's Boss Zhao's business. I have no interest in getting involved."

……

Half an hour later.

The atmosphere in the living room of the Zhao family villa was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Zhao Jianguo sat in that priceless huanghuali armchair, the teacup in his hand trembling slightly.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Tianhao, who was kneeling in the center of the living room, with a complicated expression.

On the ground, besides Zhao Tianhao who was bound hand and foot, there was also a black woven bag lying around.

And several strange magical artifacts were found on him: a bottle of corpse oil, a boning knife engraved with runes, and a tattered handwritten book.

Li Qing and I sat on the sofa next to us, while Jin Wanliang stood behind Zhao Jianguo, looking down at his nose.

Why?