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

Although Hong Gu has fallen, behind each transaction in the ledger lies a vibrant life.

This circle is far more complex and bloody than it appears on the surface.

When I got back to my rented room, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

I quickly washed up, took off my clothes which were covered in a fishy smell, and lay down on the bed.

When I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind are the peaceful smiling faces of the four young female corpses.

"Go to sleep."

I whispered something to myself.

Tomorrow, I have to go back to work at the funeral home; life goes on.

I slept very soundly.

When I woke up, the sunlight outside the window was already quite dazzling.

I sat up in bed and, as usual, sat cross-legged and began to practice breathing exercises.

The malevolent energy within his body had been somewhat depleted after last night's battle, but now that it had recovered, it felt even purer.

After washing up, I ordered a bowl of hot dry noodles from the breakfast stall downstairs. After finishing the noodles, I drove to the funeral home.

Although it's still the first month of the lunar calendar, funeral homes are never short of business.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw several hearses parked in the parking lot, and the sound of weeping could be faintly heard.

"Oh, Little Chen's here?"

Grandpa Qin, the gatekeeper, was basking in the sun, holding a thermos.

Seeing me, he greeted me with a smile: "You must have had a hard night on duty last night? You don't look too well."

"It's alright, just not enough sleep."

I parked the car and smiled at him.

"Uncle Qin, are you busy today?"

"Not many. We just brought in a car accident victim. The family is quite agitated. Go and take a look."

Old Liu pointed to the cosmetic surgery room behind him.

I nodded, changed into a white coat, put on a mask and gloves, and pushed open the door to the cosmetic surgery room.

An old man's body lay on the morgue.

It looks like he was hit by a heavy truck; half of his body was caved in, and his face was also somewhat deformed.

The family members were crying their hearts out outside. I glanced at them through the glass, took a deep breath, and started working.

Although there was no yin energy on the corpse and no need to use evil energy, I still did it meticulously.

For the deceased, this was the last bit of dignity they left for the world.

After working for more than half an hour, the old man's face finally regained its approximate appearance, looking as if he were asleep.

I washed my hands, took off my blood-stained white coat, and went back to the duty room to make myself a cup of tea.

I had barely sat down when my phone on the table started vibrating.

I glanced at the caller ID; it was Jin Wanliang.

This fat guy never calls unless he has a reason, so he must be calling about what happened last night.

"Hey, Lao Jin."

I answered the phone, took a sip of tea, and spoke in a mild tone.

"Oh, my dear Uncle Chen, you've finally answered the phone."

Jin Wanliang's voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat urgent and exaggerated.

Where are you now? Is it a convenient time to talk?

"Working at the funeral home is convenient because I'm the only one there."

I leaned back in my chair and looked out at the bare branches of the trees.

"What's wrong? You sound like something's seriously wrong."

"A fire burning your eyebrows? I think the sky is about to fall over Jiangcheng!"

Jin Wanliang lowered his voice, appearing mysterious.

"Chen Yang, tell me the truth, did you cause that commotion in Rouge Lane last night?"

I didn't try to brush it off and admitted it directly: "I did go over there to help out last night, what's up?"

"I knew it!"

Jin Wanliang slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"I knew it! Besides you and Director Lu working together, who else could take down that old hag Hong Gu silently?"

You have no idea, this morning, the entire Jiangcheng entertainment circle was in an uproar.

"How so?" I asked.

"Just now, in less than two hours, several prominent business owners in the city were taken away by the Bureau of Folklore."

Jin Wanliang's tone became serious.

"Zhang the Fatty who sells building materials, Li the Cripple who works in logistics, and that Boss Wang who owns a chain of hotels..."

These people are usually so arrogant and domineering, but today they've all been taken away in handcuffs.

I heard the charges are suspected human trafficking and cult activities.

I knew the answer.

It seems Lu Yan acted even faster than I expected.

The ledger I received last night contained not only records of transactions with Southeast Asia, but also records of some local wealthy businessmen "buying their lives" from Hong Gu.

Hong Gu uses a life-borrowing technique to transfer the lifespan of young girls to these people; this is a blood-stained black industry chain.

Now that Hong Gu has fallen, the account books have fallen into the hands of the Folklore Bureau, and naturally none of these people can escape.

"If they've arrested me, they've arrested me," I said calmly.

"These people have a blood debt to repay; it was only a matter of time."

"That's true, but this is making too much noise." Jin Wanliang clicked his tongue twice.

"Now everyone in the industry is on edge, afraid of getting involved with Jinxiufang."

My phone hasn't stopped ringing all morning; everyone's calling to ask for news.

Some people even offered me high prices to ask if some big shot was coming to Jiangcheng to reshuffle the government.

"So what did you reply?" I asked, somewhat curious.

"What could I say? I'd just say I'm an antique dealer, how would I know anything about national affairs?" Jin Wanliang chuckled.

"Oh, right, there's something else."

Suddenly, Jin Wanliang changed the subject, abandoning his playful tone and becoming more serious.

"I heard that last night you not only arrested people at Jinxiufang, but also seized some items related to Southeast Asia?"

My eyes narrowed slightly.

The news spread really fast. The ledgers were only discovered last night, and Jin Wanliang already knows about them today.

It seems this guy's information network is indeed unfathomable.

"Who told you that?" I asked back.

"Don't worry about who told me, the news is no longer a secret anyway," Jin Wanliang sighed.

"Chen Yang, given our friendship, I have to remind you of something."

The sorcerers in Southeast Asia use different methods than those here.

They are extremely vengeful and their methods are very insidious.

Hong Gu was their important agent in Jiangcheng. Now that you've taken her down, cutting off their source of income, they definitely won't let it go easily.

"I know," I said calmly.

"A ledger was indeed found last night, which mentioned a man named Khun Sa."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Jin Wanliang's voice became even more serious.

"Khun Sa...it was him."

Jin Wanliang's voice was somewhat low: "This man is a ruthless character. He is the biggest black-clad Ajarn on the Thai-Vietnamese border, and he has a group of desperados under his command."

His business in Jiangcheng was ruined, so he will definitely send people to investigate.

You'd better be careful lately, especially at night, and don't wander around.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

I touched the bone needle in my chest: "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

This is China, this is Jiangcheng. It's not up to a few sorcerers from Southeast Asia to run rampant here.