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

The air in Wuhan was exceptionally clear after the torrential rain.

But I know that beneath this calm, the entire underground forces of Jiangcheng are undergoing a devastating purge, just as Lu Yan said.

I ignored the storms and noises outside, and after a quick wash, I looked at myself in the mirror.

His face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes were clearer than ever before.

The malevolent energy within his body had also been enhanced further due to this life-or-death battle.

I raised my hand, a thought flashing through my mind.

A wisp of dark, viscous aura slowly seeped from his fingertips.

It was like a nimble little snake, coiled around my finger, radiating a chilling aura.

"Liquid and perfectly formed, like mercury spilling onto the ground."

I muttered to myself, clenching my fist.

In the days that followed, I lived a very regular life.

During the day, I would arrive at the morgue at the funeral home on time.

When Director Wang saw that I had returned from leave, he didn't ask me any further questions.

He simply patted me on the shoulder and handed me a few backlogged, "difficult" corpses.

This is exactly what I wanted.

"Engineer Chen, this body was in a car accident and is badly shattered. The family wants the body to be intact. Please take care of it."

Assistant Xiao Liu brought in the hearse, and the moment the white sheet was lifted, a strong smell of blood hit us.

The deceased was a middle-aged man; half of his head was sunken, and his chest cavity was completely collapsed.

I put on rubber gloves, picked up the scalpel, and remained calm.

For me now, this level of stitching is no longer a challenge, but a form of spiritual practice.

"Start the needlework."

I murmured to myself.

The malevolent energy flowed like mercury along the meridians to the fingertips, attaching itself to the silver needles.

Each stitch is not just about sewing up the flesh, but also about sorting out the chaotic magnetic field left behind by the deceased.

That feeling was wonderful.

I could clearly feel the deceased's last moments of fear and resentment gradually dissipating under my needles.

With each stitch, I felt the stagnation in my meridians lessen, and the weakness from overexertion was gradually replenished through this meticulous procedure.

This is a unique Qi-refining method of the Corpse-Sealing lineage.

They use the aura of corpses to nourish the aura of evil, and use the aura of evil to replenish themselves.

In the evening, I would return to my rented room and begin another, more secretive job.

Night fell, at one in the morning.

I sat cross-legged in the middle of the living room, with the curtains drawn tightly shut.

The black bone needle was placed in front of him, and a piece of rhinoceros horn incense was burning beside it.

Soon after, the temperature inside the room dropped sharply.

A blurry gray mist slowly seeped out from the shadows in the corner.

It was a wandering spirit that had recently died; it looked like a worker who had fallen from a construction site.

Half of its body was twisted, and its soul was in an extremely unstable state, on the verge of dissipating at any moment.

It stared at me blankly, instinctively wanting to get closer to the bone needle, yet fearing the malevolent aura emanating from me.

"Come here, I'll help you."

I spoke gently, my voice carrying a hint of reassurance.

The wandering spirit hesitated for a moment, then floated over.

I picked up the bone needle, and the evil energy condensed into a thread.

As I moved, the distorted body of the wandering ghost began to slowly recover, and the originally dissipated gray mist also became solid.

The pained and confused look on its face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and peace.

As the last needle was inserted, the wandering spirit bowed deeply to me, then floated out of the room and disappeared.

At the same time, an extremely pure and cool aura flowed back to my fingertips through the bone needles, all the way up to my brow.

"Buzz!"

A crisp, resonant sound echoed in my mind.

The cool aura lingering between my brows instantly intensified, like a refreshing spring, extinguishing the lingering heat and resentment deep within my heart caused by the use of the Demon-Slaying Technique.

This feeling is addictive.

And so, he sewed people by day and ghosts by night.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the evening of the third day, my phone vibrated as soon as I came out of the funeral home.

It was a text message from the hospital nurse: "Mr. Li has woken up and is a bit agitated. You'd better come and check on him."

My heart skipped a beat. Could there be some kind of aftereffect?

I flagged down a car and headed straight for the First People's Hospital of the city.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the intensive care unit, I heard Li Qing's voice shouting:

"Nurse, I'm really fine! Could you get me something flavorful? This plain porridge is so bland, it tastes like dishwater, it's practically tasteless in my mouth!"

"Mr. Li, your internal organs were damaged and you are just recovering. You can only eat liquid food. Also, please do not try to order takeout; we will stop you from doing so."

The head nurse took his phone away without expression.

"Hey! My phone! My ranked match!"

Seeing this, I finally felt relieved.

The fact that he can curse so energetically means he's not going to die.

"Alright, stop howling."

I went in and placed the net bag of fruit I was carrying on the bedside table.

"Listen to the doctor, if you want to eat crayfish, we'll talk about it after you're discharged."

Li Qing's eyes lit up immediately when she saw me, but then slumped back down, looking utterly hopeless as she lay sprawled on the pillow.

"Old Chen, you've finally arrived. I've suffered a huge loss this time."

"What's wrong? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

I pulled up a chair and sat down, asking with concern.

Li Qing shook his head, his face filled with pain and solemnity.

He laboriously pulled the black box out from under his pillow and handed it to me.

"See for yourself."

I took the box; it felt heavy in my hand.

Upon opening the box, the five once majestic apricot-yellow flags lay quietly inside.

The once vibrant flag is now dull and lifeless, like an old piece of cloth that has been stored away for a long time.

Even more alarming was that the flagpole of each flag was covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Especially the main flag, which had a crack on its surface, and one could vaguely see the spiritual energy leaking out.

"This..." I gasped.

As someone who's somewhat of an expert, I can naturally tell how badly this magical artifact is damaged.

This is not just physical damage, but damage to the very source.

"Forcibly reversing time and space and suppressing a region is not that easy."

Not to mention suppressing so many experts at once.

Li Qing gave a bitter smile, reaching out to stroke the flags, his eyes filled with heartache.

"This is the tool my master passed down to me for making a living. This time, in order to save our lives, I overdraw its original spiritual energy."

Now, it's no different from a few rags.

I was silent.

The situation was critical. If Li Qing hadn't risked his life to use this treasure, we would have died at the hands of those assassins long ago.

This affection is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Can it be repaired?" I asked, my tone firm.

"No matter what materials are needed or how much it costs, I'll figure it out."

I currently have over ten million yuan in cash, plus those few large yellow croakers.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.