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

Less than ten minutes later, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Lu Yan walked in with four uniformed special agents. As soon as she entered, she smelled the pungent, fishy stench and frowned.

"Where?"

I pointed to the body in the freezer.

Lu Yan stepped forward, and after just one glance, her face turned deathly pale.

After all, she was from a legitimate Taoist sect and immediately saw the danger involved.

"Investigation team, immediately seal off the entire cold storage area and announce to the public that the circuit is under repair."

Lu Yan calmly directed, "Xiao Wang, contact the bureau and activate the Level B anomaly response."

Check the man's identity, and also compare him to the missing persons database to identify the head.

After giving her instructions, she turned to look at me with a complicated expression: "Chen Yang, I've dragged you into this again..."

"As expected."

I took off my mask, revealing a calm face.

I'm actually not really bothered by this.

Those who receive convenience from the Folklore Bureau must pay a corresponding price.

There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world.

Besides, some things are simply unavoidable.

Even if I had ignored the body of that girl who committed suicide at the time, sooner or later a second or third body would have been sent to me.

The greed of these heretical practitioners is insatiable.

Turning to Lu Yan, I said, "Lu Yan, these Southeast Asians came prepared."

The murder, the concealment of the head, the disposal of the body—every step was meticulously planned.

They are not only provoking the authorities, but also testing my bottom line.

Lu Yan nodded and walked to Li Qing's side: "Li Qing, how long can the formation you just set up hold?"

"As long as no one touches those few copper coins, it should last for three to five days without any problem," Li Qing yawned.

"But the key is this head."

It's now in a state of readiness. Once it leaves the male corpse, or is forcibly removed by external force, the resentment within will erupt instantly—this is no joke.

Lu Yan pondered for a moment, then looked at me: "Chen Yang, you are the corpse stitcher."

Is there any way you can use your methods to resolve this resentment?

As I looked at that head, the method of the Ghost Needle flashed through my mind.

The Ghost Needle can not only stitch up spirits, but also suppress extremely malevolent entities.

"I can give it a try," I said slowly.

"But I need time, and I need absolute quiet."

The resentment within this head has already established a connection with some kind of evil spirit from Southeast Asia. When I stitch it back together, it might attract a ranged attack from that spirit.

"Leave the safety to us." Lu Yan's expression became extremely firm.

"The Folklore Department's special task force will be stationed outside the door, including myself, to protect you."

I nodded and looked at Li Qing: "You stay here too, and keep an eye on the formation."

"Alright, I'm entrusting my life to you, what else can I do?"

Li Qing complained, but his eyes were serious.

Lu Yan began arranging for the evacuation of unrelated personnel.

I stood in the center of the cold storage room, closed my eyes, and began to mentally rehearse the steps of the stitching.

The perpetrator likely killed the person to plant a seed of influence in Jiangcheng through the corpse.

What I need to do is to completely remove this nail and, incidentally, follow this thread to find the mastermind's lair.

I could feel the malevolent energy surging within me.

The mercury-like internal energy circulated wildly in my meridians, and each impact brought me an infinite sense of power.

"Nanyang..."

I repeated those two words softly, a sharp glint in my eyes.

Regardless of your purpose in killing these two people, now that you're in the funeral home, you have to follow the rules of the corpse sewing people.

I took the black bone needle out of my pocket.

The bone needles emitted a faint black glow under the light, and seemed to sense the evil aura emanating from the human head, trembling slightly.

I walked to the freezer and looked down at the dissected corpse again.

The most important thing now is to figure out their identities.

"Lu Yan, have you found out her identity?" I asked without turning my head.

Lu Yan's voice came from outside the door: "We've found out the initial results. The man's name is Zhang Dazhu, and he's a cement worker at a construction site in the suburbs."

That head… based on facial features, it's very likely his daughter, Zhang Xiaohua, who has been missing for three days.

My brow twitched.

The daughter's head was hidden inside the father's belly.

This heinous act has crossed the line of humanity.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

Anger will only cause my malevolent energy to spiral out of control, and what I need now is absolute precision.

"I see."

My voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a chilling coldness.

"Li Qing, get ready. Since they want to play big, I'll give them a big gift."

Li Qing was taken aback: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to search your soul."

I looked at that head and said, word by word.

"I want to see where those Southeast Asian bastards are hiding in Jiangcheng."

Li Qing paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Fine! I'll go crazy with you!"

At that moment, the atmosphere in the funeral home's cold storage room plummeted to freezing point.

I put my gloves back on, picked up the bone needle, and the malevolent energy condensed into a small black hole at the tip of the needle.

"Zhang Dazhu, Zhang Xiaohua... don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

I murmured softly, and the bone needle suddenly pierced the center of the head's brow.

"Buzz—"

The moment the bone needle pierced between my eyebrows, it was as if the world had been muted.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, dark torrent filled with despair surged wildly into my fingertips through the bone needles, rushing straight to my mind.

The mysterious, cool aura between his brows reacted instantly, firmly blocking the resentment that was enough to overwhelm a normal person's reason from his consciousness, only allowing those fragmented images to pass through.

My vision began to distort, and the originally cold white lights of the funeral home quickly faded.

Instead, there was a flickering, dim candlelight.

From this moment on, I am no longer Chen Yang, I am Zhang Xiaohua.

In an instant, an indescribable fear gripped my heart.

I could feel my hands and feet being tightly bound by rough hemp ropes, which were digging into my flesh and causing a burning pain.

It was cold around us, and the air was filled with the smell of musty straw.

"dad……"

I tried to scream, but my mouth was stuffed with a rag, and I could only let out a mournful whimper.

Ahead lay a vast, dark underground space.

The walls were covered with hooks, but they weren't hanging on pork.

Instead, they were the skinned carcasses of small animals, still dripping blood.

In the center of the venue, there was a huge altar with a black statue of a god with only half a body on it.

My father, Zhang Dazhu, an honest and simple cement worker, was kneeling in front of the offering table.

He wasn't tied up, but he remained motionless, as if he had lost his soul, staring blankly ahead.

"The auspicious time has arrived."

A hoarse voice rang out.

I strained my eyes to see who was speaking.