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

Li Qing nodded without saying anything, waiting for me to continue.

"If their target was me, why didn't they just come looking for me from the start?"

I raised my head and calmly looked at Li Qing.

"Zhao Jianguo could have directly issued the commission or contacted me through other channels, but he didn't."

"This commission was first accepted by Jin Wanliang, then Jin Wanliang contacted you, and finally the two of you came to me together."

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

I am not a suspicious person, but after experiencing so many life-and-death situations, I must remain vigilant.

"If Zhao Jianguo had approached me directly, given my personality, I would probably have refused, or I would have conducted more investigations."

However, since it was you and Jin Wanliang who took me there, I subconsciously lowered my guard.

After all, you are some of my few friends in this circle.

At this point, my voice turned slightly colder, "This is too much of a coincidence, Li Qing."

It was as coincidental as if someone had handed me the hilt of a knife, but pointed the tip at my chest.

Li Qing fell silent.

He wasn't angry at my questioning; instead, he frowned, seemingly re-examining the logical chain of the whole matter.

After a long while, he gave a wry smile, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit the cigarette with a "snap".

"Old Chen, I know what you're suspecting."

Are you thinking that Fatty Jin sold your whereabouts to the Shadow Clan, or that he's actually in cahoots with Zhao Jianguo?

I didn't deny it, I just looked at him quietly.

"It's not what you think."

Li Qing exhaled a smoke ring, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Initially, this job was indeed taken by Fatty Jin."

About two weeks ago, Zhao Jianguo spread the word through an intermediary that there was a problem with his family's ancestral graves and he wanted to find an expert to take a look.

The middleman was an old acquaintance of Fatty Jin. This deal was lucrative, and you know Fatty Jin's greedy nature, so naturally he agreed immediately.

"When Fatty Jin approached me, he said, 'Just look at the feng shui and move a grave, and you can easily make a hundred or two hundred thousand.'"

I happened to be short of money to buy materials at the time, so I went along.

Li Qing paused, then flicked off his cigarette ash.

"When I arrived at the Zhao family ancestral graves, I realized something was wrong."

That wasn't a simple grave relocation; the evil corpse of the Red Phoenix was buried underground.

Once such a thing rises to life, ordinary feng shui masters simply cannot suppress it; only experts specializing in handling corpses are needed.

I can handle this thing, but it will take some effort.

Then I thought, Zhao Jianguo is a big spender, and you're an expert in this field, so why don't I bring you in and let you make some more money?

He looked at me and shrugged: "In Jiangcheng, who else but you is someone who is knowledgeable in the industry and whom both I and Fatty Jin can trust?"

Hearing this, some of my doubts were cleared up.

"So, Zhao Jianguo deliberately revealed the flaw of the Red Phoenix Evil Corpse?"

"Yes, that's where that old dog's brilliance lies."

Li Qing snorted coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

"The Shadow Sect people are cunning and calculating to the core."

They probably already knew about the relationship between the three of us.

They also thought I was just an ordinary feng shui master.

They know that Fatty Jin is greedy and will definitely take this job; they also know that if they encounter an evil corpse, I, an ordinary feng shui master in their eyes, and Fatty Jin can't handle it, they will definitely come to you.

This is a complex scheme; although there may have been some misunderstandings, we've been following their script step by step.

"As for the ten thousand taels of gold..."

Li Qing stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his expression turning serious.

"Although that fat guy loves money like his life and can be quite cunning at times, I can guarantee with my Dao heart that he is definitely not the kind of person who would betray his friends."

"If he really wanted to sell you, he would have had countless opportunities to sell you for a good price back in the ghost market or in the underground palace; he wouldn't have waited until now."

"Moreover, if he were the mole at the shipyard today, he could have easily avoided activating that golden light array."

"If he had hesitated for even a few seconds back then, the people from the Folklore Bureau wouldn't have been able to rush in so quickly, and we would have been lucky to escape with our lives."

Li Qing's words completely dispelled my doubts.

Indeed, Jin Wanliang's "Golden Light Array of One Throw to the Universe" burned a real amount of gold.

If he were a member of the Shadow Sect, there would be no need for him to go to such great lengths to save us.

"I'm sorry, I was just overthinking it."

I picked up my water glass and raised it towards Li Qing as an apology.

"Hey, in our line of work, you have to be careful to survive long."

Li Qing waved his hand, not caring, "But this time it serves as a reminder to us."

Those bastards from the Shadow Sect are everywhere.

Even for jobs introduced by acquaintances, I need to be more careful in the future.

After saying that, he stood up and patted his bottom.

"Alright, I've made myself clear, I should leave now."

"Won't you sit a little longer?"

"I'm not sitting here anymore."

As Li Qing walked to the door, he put on his shoes and said, "This time, with such a big commotion, even three elders have been arrested. I'm afraid my cheap master will start nagging me again."

Although the old man was thousands of miles away, his ears were very sharp.

I need to go back and report to him, and also lay low for a while.

That old man may be fierce, but if anything really happens, you'll have to rely on his old face to take the fall.

He opened the door, turned around and grinned at me: "I'm leaving. Get some rest these next couple of days, don't think too much. If the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up."

With a click, the security door closed, and the house returned to silence.

I sat on the sofa and didn't get up immediately.

Shadow Sect.

This time, they sent three elders at once, and even used Zhao Jianguo, a mole who had been deeply involved in Jiangcheng for many years, just to snatch the black bone needle from my hands.

This is what they call the "Ghost Gate Guide".

What is the reason for their obsession with "Ghost Gate Guide"?

I subconsciously touched my brow.

There lingered a mysterious, cool aura, the power that the bone needles were feeding me back to.

power.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of strength.

If I possess enough power to crush everything, all conspiracies and schemes will crumble on their own.

I took a deep breath, got up, and went into the bathroom.

The hot water from the showerhead washed over my body, carrying away the lingering smell of blood and dirt from my skin, and slowly relaxing my tense nerves.

After taking a shower, I changed into a clean set of pajamas and collapsed onto the bed.

Exhaustion washed over me like a tide, and I fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

……

The next morning.

I was woken up by the noise of the morning market outside my window.

I glanced at my phone; it was already 7:30 in the morning.

I slept very soundly, without even a dream, and when I woke up I felt refreshed.