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

I placed it on the tray next to me and covered it with a white cloth.

Looking at that empty, distorted abdominal cavity, I felt a mix of emotions.

After a few seconds of silence, I picked up the needle and thread and began to sew up Zhang Dazhu's stomach.

This time, I sewed very slowly and carefully.

Each needle was secured with a soul-locking stake.

This was to lock in the last bit of life force in his body so that he could be reborn into a better family in his next life.

"Zhang Dazhu, although you died a miserable death, I will make sure you leave with dignity."

After the stitches were finished, I used an alcohol swab to wipe away the dirt around the wound.

After doing all that, I took off my gloves and pushed open the door to the cold storage room.

Outside the door, Lu Yan was pacing anxiously back and forth.

When she saw me come out, she immediately came to greet me.

"Chen Yang, how's it going?"

I looked at her, my eyes colder than ever before: "The body has been disposed of, and the person has been found."

The basement of the Third Cold Storage Plant in the North City Industrial Zone.

There was a wicked monk there, bald, with a snake tattooed between his eyebrows, and carrying a bone knife.

Lu Yan's gaze instantly sharpened like a knife: "Are you sure?"

"OK." I nodded.

"I sparred with him while I was dealing with the body."

He was injured, and this should be his weakest moment.

Without wasting any words, Lu Yan turned to the special operations team and ordered, "Everyone get in the vehicles! Target: the Third Cold Storage Plant in the North of the City!"

Notify the SWAT team to set up a perimeter control zone; not even a fly is allowed to escape!

She turned around and gave me a deep look: "Chen Yang, you rest here, leave the rest to me."

The Folklore Bureau will settle this score for them.

The "them" that Lu Yan was referring to were Zhang Dazhu and Zhang Xiaohua.

I shook my head, a cold smile playing on my lips. "No, Director Lu. How could I miss out on such a lively event?"

"Besides..." I touched my brow, where the stinging pain from the collision still lingered.

"That bald monk glared at me just now, and I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't glare back."

At this moment, Li Qing walked out from behind and chuckled, "That's right, Director Lu, we're a group of victims' families going to demand justice, isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

Lu Yan looked at the two of us, sighed helplessly, but a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes: "Okay, then you can come with me in my car."

But remember, follow orders and don't cause trouble.

"Don't worry." I smiled gently.

"I'm a very reasonable person."

Ten minutes later, several black SUVs roared out of the funeral home and sped off toward the north of the city.

Outside the car window, the sky was overcast, as if brewing an even bigger storm.

I sat in the back seat, closing my eyes to rest, and the malevolent energy within me was rapidly recovering.

That evil monk.

That look in his eyes.

There was also Zhang Xiaohua's terror before she died.

Today, things must come to a close.

The convoy sped along the highway without sirens blaring; it was a silent operation.

Lu Yan sat in the passenger seat, constantly adjusting the deployment through the walkie-talkie: "Team One, block the east gate; Team Two, go to the back wall; Team Three, follow me and break in."

Note that the opponent is a high-risk sorcerer skilled in black magic and illusions. Everyone should wear protective amulets. If anything unusual is detected, heavy firepower is permitted to suppress them immediately.

Li Qing leaned closer and whispered, "Chen Yang, are you alright after that? You don't look too good."

"It's nothing." I opened my eyes, my gaze clear.

"It's just that it takes a lot of mental effort."

That evil monk is no ordinary person; his spiritual power is insidious and has a corrosive quality.

If I hadn't had the bone needles protecting me, I might have really been at a disadvantage.

"The black-clad Ajarn from Southeast Asia." Li Qing's expression was grave.

"This kind of person has been sleeping with corpses and poisonous insects since childhood, and their mind has long been twisted."

When you make your move later, don't hold back. This kind of person, as long as they have a breath left, will turn on you.

I nodded, gently stroking the handle of the willow-leaf knife hidden in my sleeve.

"Don't worry, I'm not exactly a saint either."

Soon, the convoy stopped on the outskirts of the North City Industrial Zone.

This is an abandoned old factory, overgrown with weeds and filled with broken walls and ruins.

The towering chimney stood alone under the gray sky, like a tombstone.

The third refrigeration plant is located at the deepest part of the factory area.

We got out of the car, and Lu Yan made a hand gesture. Everyone quickly dispersed and advanced towards the target, using the cover.

The moment my mind stirred, a murderous aura surged into my eyes.

In my field of vision, above the abandoned cold storage plant, a thick layer of dark clouds shrouded the area, a strange phenomenon formed by the intertwining of resentment and malevolent energy.

Moreover, the dark cloud was churning violently, clearly indicating that the people inside had sensed the danger and were preparing to fight back or escape.

"They're moving," I whispered to Lu Yan.

"The malevolent energy is shrinking underground, probably trying to rely on the terrain to hold out."

"Like a turtle in a jar." Lu Yan snorted coldly, drew her sidearm from her waist, and gripped a lightning-struck wooden token with her other hand.

"Prepare for a full-scale attack!"

Just then, the gate of the cold storage plant suddenly burst open with a loud "bang".

A plume of green smoke billowed out from inside and drifted toward us on the wind.

"Watch out! It's corpse poison!"

Li Qing shouted, and with a sudden turn of his compass, several yellow talismans flew out, transforming into a golden barrier in front of everyone.

The green smoke crashed against the barrier, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

"A trivial skill."

As I took that step, the murderous aura within me instantly erupted.

My malevolent aura is the best nemesis of such insidious things.

I took a deep breath and then blew it out forcefully.

The airflow, mixed with mercury-like malevolent energy, swept through like a whirlwind, forcefully clearing a path through the green mist.

"Enter!"

I took the lead and rushed into the gate of the cold storage plant.

The place was a mess, with broken bottles and jars scattered all over the floor.

The entrance to the basement was in a dark corner of the hall.

Standing at the entrance, I could clearly feel the chilling aura emanating from below.

Not only that, but there was also a familiar yet nauseating smell.

It's that evil monk.

"Master, now that you've come to Jiangcheng, why don't you come out and greet your guests?"

I shouted something into the dark basement.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a menacing aura.

The vibrations echoed through the empty factory, sending dust swirling down.

There was no response from below, only a rustling sound, like countless insects crawling.

"Chen Yang, don't rush off."

Just then, Li Qing grabbed me as I was about to take a step.

"The terrain down here is narrow and the yin energy is frighteningly heavy."

If we just rush in like this, we'll probably fall right into that bald monk's trap.

During the time he was operating inside, who knows how many insidious lightning bolts and poisonous insects he buried.

I stopped and turned to look at him: "So what do you mean?"