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

Right now, perhaps the only way to break this deadlock lies in my Chen family's ancestral graveyard.

Although my second uncle and the others have seemingly fled far away, I believe they are still keeping an eye on that place in secret.

As long as I make some noise in the back mountain, I can definitely lure the snake out of its hole.

However, I need to figure out what exactly is hidden in the ancestral grave first.

But... let alone figuring out what's inside, I don't even know what kind of curse my grandfather left behind.

I scratched my head, feeling a bit troubled.

I am a mortician who stitches corpses. I am good at needlework and suppressing the aura of corpses, but I am only a half-baked expert in feng shui formations and geomancy. I am not even a half-baked expert.

We need to find someone who knows what they're doing.

I thought of Jiangcheng.

During the years I spent in Jiangcheng, although I mainly worked at the funeral home and the police station, I also got to know a few people in the industry.

I took out my phone, opened my contacts, and my finger stopped on a name with the nickname "Jin Wanliang".

Jin Wanliang is a middleman in Jiangcheng's antique street, and also a well-informed middleman.

Although this person is greedy and mercenary, he has connections in all walks of life and knows a great many people from all walks of life.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hey! Isn't this Brother Chen?" A greasy voice came from the other end of the phone, radiating shrewdness. "What's up? Calling your brother at this hour, running into trouble?"

"Boss Jin, let's skip the formalities."

My voice was flat, revealing no emotional fluctuation. "I do have something I'd like to ask for your help with."

I'm looking for a true Feng Shui master, someone genuinely skilled who can see through Yin-Yang formations, not some charlatan.

"A Feng Shui master?"

Jin Wanliang paused for a moment, his tone becoming somewhat hesitant, "Brother Chen, these days, it's not easy to invite a truly skilled master."

Those who appear on television are mostly just for show. The truly skilled are either living in seclusion in the mountains or being treated like royalty by big bosses…

"Money is not a problem," I interrupted him calmly. "As long as the person is reliable, I know the rules."

"Hehe, Brother Chen is straightforward!" Jin Wanliang chuckled, lowering his voice.

"Since you've brought it up, I can't keep it from you. I do have someone in mind."

This guy's a weirdo, has a terrible temper, but his skills are undeniable. I heard he's a descendant of the "Geomancer" lineage, and he just arrived in Jiangcheng recently.

"A geomancer?" A slight thought crossed my mind.

In the field of feng shui and geomancy, those who can be called "gem masters" are all people who have mastered the mysteries of geomancy.

"Yes, but this guy has a rule: he doesn't take jobs based on money, but on fate and his mood."

Jin Wanliang smacked his lips. "If you trust me, I'll help you make the connection. But I can't guarantee it will work out."

"Thank you for your trouble, Boss Jin." A glint of light flashed in my eyes. "Tell him I have a trap set up here, I wonder if he dares to break it."

After hanging up the phone, I squinted. A master of geomancy, if I could really invite this person over, it might not be as simple as just figuring out what kind of ominous formation my grandfather left behind.

I put my phone away, straightened my clothes, and left the old house.

When I returned to Huilongzhai, the sun was already setting.

Carrying a bag of yellow paper and a few incense sticks that I had just bought, I climbed up the back mountain again.

Arriving at my cousin's grave, I knelt down and lit the yellow paper incense and candles.

"Brother Gangzi, the money has been sent to you. Don't be stingy over there. If you need anything, just send me a message in my dreams."

I didn't stand up until the last piece of paper money turned to ashes.

"I'm gone."

I dusted off the cigarette ash, turned around and went down the mountain. This time, I didn't look back.

Back at the old house, not long after I entered, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

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

"Hey, Mr. Jin, any news?" I answered the phone, my voice calm.

"Hey, Brother Chen, this is... a bit tricky."

On the other end of the phone, Jin Wanliang's voice was tinged with helplessness and embarrassment, "I've managed to get in touch with the person for you, but this master has a really bad temper."

I told him about your dead bodies operation, and he seemed quite interested, saying it was challenging. But…”

"But what?" I asked.

"But he said he doesn't accept door-to-door business, nor does he believe in those empty promises made over the phone."

Jin Wanliang sighed. "He said if you really want to persuade him to come out of retirement, you have to come to Jiangcheng in person to see him. And... you have to pass one of his little tests before he'll talk to you."

Go to Jiangcheng in person? And there's going to be a test?

I frowned slightly; this feng shui master certainly had a lot of airs about him.

However, I only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

That man is right. Not only am I accepting his test, but I also need to see for myself whether he has real talent or is just a good-for-nothing.

"OK."

I was silent for only two seconds before replying, "Send me the address, and I'll leave right now."

"Great!" Jin Wanliang breathed a sigh of relief on the other end. "I knew Brother Chen was a man of great things. I'll send you the address in a bit; it's a teahouse called Tingyuxuan in the old town of Jiangcheng. Just mention my name when you get there."

A few seconds after I hung up the phone, a text message came through.

I glanced at the address and put my phone back in my pocket.

Now that I've made the decision, I won't hesitate any longer.

I grabbed a few changes of clothes, slung my cloth bag over my shoulder, and walked out of Huilongzhai again.

When I arrived at Qiancheng Railway Station, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After buying a ticket for the next departing train, all that followed was waiting and a long journey of more than twenty hours.

When I got off the bus again and arrived in Jiangcheng, it was already the early morning of the third day.

After leaving the train station, I randomly found a hotel to rest. When I woke up again, it was already dark.

I actually slept until evening.

"Looks like you've been too tired these past few days..."

I shook my head and muttered a few words, then got out of bed feeling refreshed, washed up, and went out.

Once I got out onto the street, I hailed a taxi.

"Master, to the old town, to Tingyuxuan."

The driver didn't say much, just told him to "fasten your seatbelt," and then stepped on the gas.

The journey was short; the driver stopped the vehicle in less than twenty minutes.

"We've arrived. The cars ahead can't get in, so you'll have to walk a bit yourself."

I nodded, paid the fare, and got off the bus.

Turning a corner, a three-story wooden building came into view.

This is Tingyuxuan.

The main gate consisted of two heavy, black lacquered wooden doors, which were half-closed at the moment, allowing a dim, yellow light to shine through.

I stood at the door, not in a hurry to go in.

As a corpse stitcher, I am very sensitive to qi.

This building gives me a strange feeling; it's like a giant vortex. The surrounding energy flows into it and inexplicably slows down and becomes viscous.

This place has been used as a defensive formation.

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it."

I touched the rattle drum that was placed close to my body, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the stairs.

"Squeak—"

Pushing open the wooden door, the hinges emitted a teeth-grinding scraping sound.