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

"Director, please don't panic. What exactly happened?"

As he dragged me along, I asked him.

"I can't explain it either."

Director Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The police brought it here. They said he died in a high-end club. There were no external injuries, just the manner of his death... Oh well, you can go see for yourself."

The police demanded that the matter be handled as soon as possible.

After crossing the cordon and showing our work badges, we arrived at the underground morgue.

The door to the autopsy room was open, and several policemen were standing around the entrance, their expressions grave.

I glanced at the group and saw that the person leading the team was a middle-aged police officer I didn't recognize.

"This is Chen Yang, the best mortician in our facility," Director Wang introduced to the police officer.

The middle-aged police officer sized me up, his eyes sharp: "Young man, are you brave?"

I smiled gently: "Those of us in this line of work are all pretty brave."

"Alright, then go in and take a look. Remember, only perform an external inspection and cleanse the body; do not destroy any evidence."

The police officer stepped aside to make way.

I put on a mask and gloves and went into the room.

A male corpse lies on the autopsy table.

She looked to be around forty years old, with a well-maintained figure, wearing a well-tailored bespoke suit, and an expensive watch on her wrist.

At first glance, he appears to be just an ordinary wealthy businessman who died suddenly.

But after taking two steps closer, I couldn't help but pause.

Not right.

It's too "clean".

After a person dies, as vital signs disappear, the body quickly loses its luster and turns a deathly gray.

But the corpse had rosy, glossy skin, even more delicate than that of a living person. If it weren't for the fact that his chest wasn't rising and falling, I would have thought he was just asleep.

What's even stranger is his expression.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, eyes half-open and half-closed, revealing a kind of... extreme pleasure?

Or is it some kind of ecstatic joy after achieving great liberation?

It is indeed quite strange to see such an expression on a dead person's face.

I walked to the autopsy table and reached out to press on the corpse's shoulder.

Soft.

There were no signs of rigor mortis; the muscles were as loose as a puddle of mud, as if the bones had crumbled.

"strangeness……"

I thought to myself. According to the police, the person had been dead for at least six hours, and rigor mortis should have occurred long ago.

I channeled a wisp of malevolent energy within my body, gathered it at my fingertips, and gently placed it on the corpse's pulse point.

As corpse stitchers, our lineage possesses a far greater sensitivity to corpses than ordinary people.

Even if a corpse is dead, a trace of death energy or an undissipated biomagnetic field will remain in its body.

But this corpse...

It's empty.

It's like a skin bag with its internal organs emptied, or rather, an empty shell with its soul drained.

There was neither life nor death inside; it was so clean it was unsettling.

Just then, the bone needle in my arms suddenly twitched slightly.

A faint but sharp chill instantly pierced my mind.

There's something there!

My eyes narrowed, and I quickly withdrew my hand, while my other hand discreetly gripped a scalpel hidden in my sleeve.

The body did not move.

But I keenly noticed that there seemed to be a very faint flow of air moving within the corpse's slightly parted lips.

"Could you please turn the lights up a bit?"

I called out to the door.

The lights were on.

I moved closer to the corpse's face and gently pried open his lips with tweezers.

The mouth was clean, with no vomit or blood.

But under the base of his tongue, I noticed something unusually black.

Just as I was about to examine the black dot closely, something unexpected happened.

The black spot suddenly seemed to come alive and began to wriggle on the tongue.

Immediately afterwards, a very faint "gurgling" sound came from the corpse's throat, as if something was trying to crawl out.

I quickly took half a step back, my hand already gripping the scalpel tightly.

The corpse's mouth suddenly opened to an unbelievable angle, even tearing the muscles at the corners of its mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a plume of black smoke billowed from his throat!

Upon closer inspection, I realized this was not ordinary yin energy, but countless tiny black flying insects!

Gu worms?

No, it's an insect-like evil spirit formed from condensed malevolent energy!

As soon as these black insects came into contact with the air, they spread wildly in all directions, and I was the first to be hit.

I didn't back down; instead, I took a step forward.

Just in time!

I just reforged the willow-leaf dagger with evil energy and was worried about where to test it.

He flicked the willow-leaf knife upwards.

The murderous aura within his body instantly flowed through his arm into the blade, and the willow-leaf blade emitted a low hum.

A black blade of light, visible to the naked eye, flashed by.

The swarm of insect-like energy that had just been spewed out was instantly split in two.

Immediately afterwards, the baleful aura attached to the blade erupted, and the tiny black insects made a series of fine cracking sounds in the air before turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

The police and the curator at the door only saw me wave my hand, and then the cloud of black smoke dissipated. They didn't see the knife in my hand at all.

After the black smoke dissipated, the corpse quickly shriveled up, and its originally rosy skin instantly turned gray and withered, as if it had undergone decades of weathering in an instant.

A black bead fell from the corpse's mouth.

"This is……"

I picked up the bead with tweezers.

The bead was completely black, with a pitted and uneven surface, and emitted a fishy smell.

This is clearly a Soul-Stabilizing Pearl that has been corrupted and ruined by malevolent energy!

I understood instantly.

This corpse is definitely related to the guardian of the cauldron!

Jin Wanliang told me the night before last that the people guarding the cauldron were buying up large quantities of Soul-Stabilizing Pearls, and today they delivered a corpse containing a Soul-Stabilizing Pearl.

What fast movements!

Have the guardians of the cauldron already begun their operations within the Jiangcheng area?

I stared at the corpse on the stage, its appearance instantly transformed, my face turning extremely grim.

This death was clearly caused by the complete draining of one's soul and spirit, even all one's vital energy.

The reason it looked the way I saw it when I first came in was because there was still a worm-like evil spirit inside its body.

Now that the insect curse has been broken, the true face of the corpse is instantly revealed.

"What happened? What was that just now?"

The middle-aged police officer only then realized what was happening and rushed in with his men, drawing their guns.

Without making a sound, I put away the scalpel, raised the tweezers in my hand, and displayed the discarded bead.

"Officer, I think you might need to contact the special departments."

I said calmly, "This person died a violent death; something was planted in his stomach."

That plume of black smoke was a corpse explosion caused by the accumulated corpse energy, but I've already dealt with it.

The officer looked at the instantly desiccated corpse, then at the foul-smelling bead in my hand, and his expression turned extremely grim.

He was clearly an experienced veteran detective who knew that some things were beyond the scope of conventional understanding.

"Seal off the area! No one is allowed to enter!"

He yelled at his men, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

I stood to the side, took off my gloves, and threw them into the trash can.