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

"The feng shui of this location is indeed excellent."

Li Qing nodded and said to Qian Dafu.

"Backed by the main peak, embraced on both sides, and with a bright hall in front."

Did you change the location I assigned you before?

"How could I dare, Master Li?" Qian Dafu waved his hands repeatedly.

"I didn't dare move an inch from the seat you reserved."

Even the protective objects beneath the foundation were buried according to your instructions.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, a rich, fresh scent of wood wafts through the air.

In the very center of the main hall was a shrine, which was currently covered with a red silk cloth.

A sandalwood offering table was placed in front of the shrine, on which incense burners, candlesticks, and sacrificial offerings of three kinds of animals were already placed.

I walked to the shrine, closed my eyes, and the bone needle in my chest trembled slightly.

I can sense that this ancestral hall has a faint vitality because of the convergence of the earth's veins.

It seems Li Qing really put a lot of effort into the feng shui arrangement; this place is indeed suitable for spiritual beings to cultivate.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get started and finish as soon as possible."

After saying that, Li Qing took out a few sheets of yellow paper from his Taoist robe, and with a flick of his wrist, the paper spontaneously combusted in mid-air.

He strode to the offering table, picked up a peach wood sword, and, following the steps of the Yu Step, chanted: "The deep fragrance resonates with heaven and earth, the burning incense penetrates the gates of heaven..."

Now, the Qian family has become very wealthy. Grateful for the virtue of Liu Xian, they have built a shrine to worship her…

As Li Qing chanted his incantation, the candlelight in the hall flickered violently.

I stood to the side, hands in my pockets, my fingertips gently stroking the scalpel.

Although tonight is Li Qing's home game, I'm used to staying vigilant.

Jin Wanliang, like a supervisor, wandered around the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, occasionally touching this pillar and looking at that brick.

At the same time, he clicked his tongue and said, "Boss Qian, you've used genuine huanghuali wood. You're really generous."

Qian Dafu stood awkwardly to the side, forcing a smile, his eyes fixed on Li Qing's every move.

Li Qing's actions were swift yet highly methodical.

He first walked around the ancestral hall, sprinkling holy water, then returned to the shrine and suddenly unveiled the red silk cloth.

The red silk fell down, revealing a wooden statue inside.

It was a statue that was half human and half snake.

The upper body is that of a dignified old man, while the lower body is that of a coiled snake.

The statue was exquisitely carved, especially its eyes, which were inlaid with two pieces of fine green jade, shimmering with a faint light under the candlelight.

The moment the statue was revealed, I felt as if the air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

A familiar aura emanated from the statue.

It was the same willow-scented aura I felt that day in the back mountain of Qianjia Village.

However, I could sense that the atmosphere was much calmer now compared to the rage and fury of that day.

Li Qing lit three long incense sticks and respectfully placed them into the incense burner.

"The ceremony is complete!"

He shouted and put away his peach wood sword.

Upon seeing this, Qian Dafu knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times, saying, "May the Immortal Liu bless you, may the Immortal Liu bless you."

From now on, Mr. Qian will definitely make offerings every year and will never dare to neglect them.

As he kowtowed, the incense smoke in the incense burner did not dissipate, but slowly gathered together, forming a blurry snake shape that circled the statue before finally entering the statue's nostrils.

Seeing this, Qian Dafu was so excited that he trembled all over.

"I've accepted it! Immortal Liu has taken my offerings!"

Li Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over and patted Qian Dafu on the shoulder: "Alright, Boss Qian, you're at peace now."

The official consecration ceremony will be held tomorrow. You can invite the villagers to come and celebrate. That will settle the karmic debt.

However, I must remind you that this ancestral hall is for praying for peace, not for praying for wealth.

If you harbor any wicked intentions, Liu Xian will be the first to punish you.

"Understood, understood." Qian Dafu nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Stepping out of the ancestral hall, the fog outside became even thicker.

A mountain breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

Jin Wanliang stretched and said, "I'm done with my work. Let's go back to the village."

Boss Qian has already prepared food and drinks at home, saying he wants to drink with us until we drop.

"I won't drink. I have to go back to work tomorrow. There's a lot of work from the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifteenth."

I made up an excuse to refuse.

Although I had Jin Wanliang and Li Qing by my side, I still needed to keep myself alert in this unfamiliar place.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, just a little bit, just a little bit!" Qian Dafu pleaded from the side.

"Alright, Mr. Qian, that's just his temper."

Li Qing came to my rescue: "He doesn't drink, but we will. Let's get him a bowl of glutinous rice balls, and then we can have a get-together at your big house."

Back in Qianjia Village, Qian Dafu's villa was brightly lit.

A table laden with delicious dishes was laid out, with a large bowl of steaming hot sesame glutinous rice balls in the center.

The three of us sat down around the table.

Li Qing, Jin Wanliang, and Qian Dafu were drinking and chatting about the latest happenings in Jiangcheng, while I quietly ate the glutinous rice balls in my bowl.

The meal lasted until late at night.

Li Qing was quite drunk and pulled Qian Dafu aside to tell him about his experiences in the South.

Jin Wanliang, on the other hand, was quite alert and kept fiddling with his phone, seemingly handling some business.

I walked out of the villa and stood in the yard.

Looking up, the full moon in the sky was half-hidden by clouds.

The nights in Qianjia Village are very quiet, with only the occasional barking of dogs.

I could feel that faint but tenacious energy was slowly growing stronger in the direction of the back mountain.

With Liu Xian taking his place, Jiangcheng gained an additional "Guardian Deity".

The evening drinking party ended very late.

Qian Dafu originally wanted to book rooms for us at the village guesthouse, but Jin Wanliang complained that the bedding there smelled musty and insisted on staying in Qian Dafu's three-and-a-half-story villa.

Li Qing was so drunk that his tongue was practically slurred, and he was eventually carried up to a guest room on the second floor by two bodyguards.

I was assigned to a room on the east side of the second floor, with the window facing the back mountain.

After washing up, I lay on the soft Simmons bed, but I wasn't sleepy at all.

The malevolent energy within his body was slowly flowing through his meridians after he had just drunk some hot soup.

The cool aura between my brows remained stable, helping to filter out the slight heat caused by the excessive circulation of malevolent energy.

After what seemed like an eternity, drowsiness finally washed over me like a tidal wave.

In a daze, I felt the air around me become more humid, and a faint, grassy smell lingered around my nose.

That wasn't the smell you'd expect from a villa; it smelled more like a deep mountain forest after the rain.

I opened my eyes.

What lay before me was no longer a luxurious guest room, but a vast expanse of white mist.

The ground felt slippery and cold underfoot, like stepping on thick moss.

Was I dreaming?

I subconsciously tried to mobilize the evil energy within my body, but found that my meridians were empty, and even the bone needles that I used to be able to control were not moving.

It seems this is a deep dream, and it's difficult to bring in any real-world power.

"Mr. Chen, please forgive my intrusion."