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

"Then... shall I take you back?" Captain Zhang asked solicitously as he opened the door of the van.

"This is troublesome."

The car drove smoothly to the building where I rented an apartment.

"Mr. Chen, we've arrived."

As soon as the car came to a stop, before I could even do anything, the driver had already run out and opened the car door for me.

Thanks.

I got out of the car and waved to Captain Zhang.

"Okay, take care."

Watching the van disappear into the night, I turned and walked into the building.

I opened the door, sat down on the sofa, took out my phone, and sent a message to Jin Wanliang.

"Old Jin, help me check the underground water system in the old city of Jiangcheng, especially those abandoned air-raid shelters or drainage hubs. The Shadow Sect might have a rat nest there."

Less than two minutes later, Jin Wanliang's reply arrived.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you just got off work and you're already going to work overtime again? Okay, I'll take care of it."

However, the terrain in the old town is complicated, and many maps have been lost. I need to find a few old thugs to scout out the area; it might take some time.

"No rush, let's talk when we have definite news. Also, keep an eye out for good cars that are suitable for modification, the Santana is a no-brainer."

Jin Wanliang: "I understand. Out with the old, in with the new. Don't worry, I'll take care of this for you."

I put down my phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Right now, the most important thing is to take a shower and get a good night's sleep.

……

Jin Wanliang was indeed efficient.

The next evening, around the time I was leaving get off work, I had just taken off my white coat and was worried about not being able to get a taxi from the funeral home at this hour when his call came in.

"Brother Chen, are you off work yet? I'll wait for you at the door."

After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the funeral home and immediately saw Jin Wanliang's black Mercedes-Benz.

He was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the car door smoking a cigar, which drew the attention of several family members passing by.

When he saw me come out, he immediately stubbed out his cigar and greeted me with a smile.

"Come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

Last night you did a great service to the people. Now that your car is gone, I must arrange a top-notch ride for you.

I got into the passenger seat, fastened my seatbelt, and said, "It doesn't need to be too good, just something sturdy and durable."

It's best not to make it too conspicuous; I just use it as a means of transportation.

Jin Wanliang started the car and chuckled, "Don't worry, don't you know how I handle things?"

I'm taking you to a place run by an old friend of mine, a place that specializes in modifying cars for people in the underworld.

The goods there may look ordinary on the outside, but they're all top-quality stuff inside.

The car headed north, gradually leaving the city and turning into an abandoned industrial park.

This used to be Jiangcheng's heavy machinery factory, but it went bankrupt. Most of the factory buildings are now empty, with only a few small workshops engaged in recycling and repair still having their lights on.

Jin Wanliang drove the car into a large courtyard with a sign that read "Old Ma Auto Repair" as if he knew the way well.

The yard was filled with all sorts of vehicles, including taxis missing wheels, sports cars wrecked, and even a few SUVs that had been dismantled down to their frames.

"Old Ma! Time to receive the guests!"

Jin Wanliang got out of the car and shouted at the top of his lungs.

A middle-aged, burly man with a thick beard, wearing overalls stained with oil, emerged from the workshop.

He was holding a huge wrench in his hand, his face was streaked with black and white, but his eyes shone brightly.

"What's all the fuss about? I don't see the car is broken. Are you here to freeload again?"

Old Ma glanced at Jin Wanliang, then his gaze fell on me, looking me up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This person looks unfamiliar, and... smells quite strong."

He was referring to the malevolent energy emanating from me, or the yin energy from years of contact with corpses.

This old Ma is indeed no ordinary person.

"This is Chen Yang, my brother," Jin Wanliang introduced.

"His car was totaled yesterday because of a business trip, so I brought him here today to find a treasure."

Upon hearing this, Old Ma tossed the wrench aside, wiped his hands on his clothes, and nodded to me: "So it's Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you."

There's been a lot of talk in the industry lately about a young mortician with extraordinary skills; it's surprising how young he is.

Upon hearing this, my heart sank slightly.

Sometimes, being too famous in a circle is not a good thing.

It seems I should be more discreet in my dealings with people in the future.

"You're too kind, Mr. Ma. I'm just trying to make a living," I said with a smile.

"Alright, stop being so polite."

Old Ma turned and walked inside.

"Since it was brought by Fatty Jin, I won't hide anything. Tell me, what kind do you want?"

I followed him at a leisurely pace, looking at the various engine parts hanging in the workshop, and said, "The appearance should be understated, the chassis should be high, the power should be sufficient, and it can't let us down when it matters. That's about it."

Old Ma stopped, turned around and looked at me, grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

"Got it, pragmatism, right?"

He led us through the front hall to a closed warehouse at the back.

The lights were turned on, and there were four or five cars parked inside, all covered with dust cloths.

Old Ma walked to the corner and yanked open one of the dusty canvases.

"Take a look at this."

It was a black Toyota Prado, also known as a Land Cruiser Prado.

However, this car looks quite old, with a matte black paint finish and even a few scratches on it.

The bumper is made of the old-fashioned black plastic, and it looks like a beat-up car that a construction foreman has abandoned.

"It's based on the 09 model, but I gave it a new heart."

Old Ma patted the hood, producing a deep, resonant sound.

"I enlarged the engine cylinders and replaced the pistons with forged ones, which increased the horsepower by 40% compared to the original factory version."

The entire car window has been replaced with double-layered bulletproof film. Although it can't stop a sniper rifle, it can stop a few pistol bullets without any problem.

The tires are run-flat; even if they get punctured, they can still travel 50 kilometers.

He opened the car door and pointed to the back seat: "I've modified the back seats to be quick-release type; they can be folded down into a bed."

I dug a hidden compartment under the trunk, 1.2 meters long and 40 meters wide. I can put long weapons or magical artifacts there, and they definitely won't be able to find it.

I walked over and reached out to touch the car body.

It feels cool and heavy to the touch.

This car is like a wolf in sheep's clothing, rough on the outside but fierce on the inside.

It's really great, just what I wanted.

"That's it."

I turned to look at Old Ma, "How much?"

"This car was originally ordered by a smuggler, but after he was arrested, the car has been sitting here with me ever since."

Old Ma stretched out a hand and flipped it over.

"Since you're a friend of Fatty Jin, I'll charge you the cost price, 500,000."

This price is an absolute steal for a car that's been modified to this extent.

The cost of just the bulletproof glass and engine modification alone would probably be more than that.

"Deal, swipe card."