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

"Boss Wang, you can still call me Chen Yang, or you can call me Xiao Chen."

I rubbed my temples in exasperation.

"That won't do! The rules can't be broken!"

Wang Daya shook his head like a rattle-drum and ran out of the yard in a flash.

More than half an hour later, a large round table was placed in the main room of the side room.

The charcoal brazier was burning brightly, with a large iron pot placed on top.

Pork belly, blood sausage, and sauerkraut tumbled in the pot, and the aroma instantly filled the entire room.

Guan the Blind sat in the main seat, while Li Qing and I sat on either side.

"Come on, kid, drink this bowl."

Guan the Blind Man picked up a bowl of spicy old liquor and waved it in my direction.

Although I don't drink much, I couldn't spoil the old man's mood at this time, so I picked up the bowl and took a small sip.

The liquor went down my throat like a fire burning down my esophagus into my stomach, and my body, which had been a little stiff, miraculously warmed up a lot.

"Your grandfather was a man with a terrible temper, but he was incredibly skilled."

Guan the Blind put down his wine bowl, staring blankly ahead, as if recalling those glorious years.

"Back when he had his wound stitched up, the Liu family patriarch wanted to give him half of the dragon vein's fortune, but he refused."

He said that corpse stitchers eat the food of the underworld officials, and that taking the dragon vein's fortune would shorten their lifespan.

As a result, before he left, he only asked the Liu family patriarch for a single scale of rebellion.

The matter of "reverse scale" is consistent with what Chang Tianqing said.

"Later, he returned to the south, and we lost contact."

Guan the Blind Man sighed.

"Unexpectedly, decades later, his grandson actually came to his door."

"Boy, you came to Fengtian this time for the Liu family's Breath Soil, didn't you?"

I put down my chopsticks and my expression became serious.

"Yes. My friend's magical artifact is damaged and needs the earth's energy replenished by the Breath of Earth."

Guan the Blind Man was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and drew a few circles on the table.

"The Liu family is not what it used to be. The patriarch has been in seclusion for many years, and now it is the Third Master Liu who is in charge."

That old bastard is cunning and ruthless.

He does indeed possess the Breath of Earth, but that is the lifeblood of the Liu family.

It's difficult to get anything from him.

Li Qing interjected, "Mr. Guan, we still have the snake-skin brocade pouch from Chang Tianqing of the Liu family. He personally gave it to us, saying it could serve as a token."

Guan the Blind sneered: "Chang Tianqing? He did have some status in the Liu family before, but he's not worth mentioning in front of Third Master Liu."

However, now that you've mended the little girl's soul, I'll give you one more piece of news.

He lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly.

"At the auction the day after tomorrow, there will be not only meteorite iron, but also something called ambergris."

That wasn't ambergris from the sea, but rather a piece of old skin shed by the Liu family's ancestor.

Master Liu has been eager to break through his cultivation level these past few years and has been searching for this piece of skin.

"If you can buy that piece of skin and give it to the Liu family, then the matter of the Breath Soil might still be negotiable."

A thought struck me.

"How did that piece of leather end up at an auction?"

"Hey, the Liu family isn't a monolithic entity either."

Guan the Blind Man curled his lip in disdain.

There are always some spendthrifts who want to exchange their money for cash.

This news hasn't spread yet; I only heard it from that rascal Wang Daya.

Kid, you'd better get ready. There will definitely be a lot of people eyeing that piece of leather at the auction.

The meal lasted until late at night.

Guan the Blind Man was in high spirits and told me many interesting stories about his grandfather from back then.

For example, how Grandpa cured the insane shaman high priest with a single needle, and how he stitched up an ancient corpse that had been torn apart by five horses in the freezing cold.

I listened intently, as if I could see my grandfather in his youth, carrying a wooden box, walking alone between the white mountains and black waters, using his needle and thread to quell the evil in the world.

When I got back to the hotel, the snow had stopped.

The night sky over Fengtian was clear, with a few stars hanging on the horizon, emitting a cool, clear light.

Li Qing was so excited that he started dancing around in the corridor, clutching the meteorite iron.

"Old Chen, we've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich! The quality of this meteorite iron is more than enough to repair the Apricot Yellow Flag!"

Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, go back inside and rest. We still need to figure out how to get that ambergris tomorrow."

Once inside, I didn't even bother to wash up; I just collapsed onto the bed.

A wave of fatigue washed over me, but my mind remained clear.

The karma left behind by my grandfather seems to be unfolding little by little in this city of Fengtian.

The words Liu family, Xirang, Tianshang, and Longmai swirled in my mind.

I took out the wooden box that Guan the Blind had given me.

Upon opening it, I found a breast protector that was only the size of a palm.

The mirror is dark gold in color and engraved with intricate lightning patterns.

I tried to infuse a trace of malevolent energy into it, and the mirror immediately shone with a soft golden light, enveloping my entire body.

It's definitely a great product.

I closed my eyes and began to circulate my internal energy.

Although the malevolent energy is depleted, this recovery after drying up often makes the meridians more resilient.

The mercury-like evil energy flowed slowly through the meridians, gradually repairing the minor damage left by the acupuncture treatment.

I don't know how much time has passed...

Just as I was about to enter a deep meditative state, a very faint sound, like a whistle, suddenly came from outside the window.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

The cool sensation between my brows instantly gave me a warning.

"Who?"

I flipped over and leaped up, and with a flick of my right hand, the scalpel slid between my fingers.

A crack was blown open in the window at some point, and a wisp of black smoke seeped in through the gap, coalescing into a blurry human figure in the middle of the room.

The figure had no physical form and exuded a foul, fishy stench.

"That brat from the Chen family...you've ruined my plans...Do you think you can leave Fengtian alive?"

The eerie sound echoed in the room, as if it were exploding directly in my mind.

That Black Wind Immortal?

It actually came knocking on our door.

The stench in the room grew stronger and stronger. The human-shaped plume of black smoke writhed in mid-air, its green eyes fixed on me as if it wanted to peel my skin off.

"You brat from the Chen family...you ruined my spirit medium and damaged my cultivation. Today, I will pay with your life!"

The dark figure let out a mournful roar, and the curtains in the entire room moved wildly without any wind, frantically pounding against the window frames.

I didn't respond to its words, but simply bent my knees slightly, and the mercury-like evil energy in my body instantly exploded in the meridians of my right arm.

"Royal!"

Without warning, the black bone needles placed close to the body flew out from the collar, transforming into a barely perceptible black light, aiming straight for the shadowy figure's brow.

At the same time, the floor tiles beneath my feet made a dull thud.

Using the recoil, I instantly closed the distance between myself and the shadowy figure.

The scalpel traced a cold arc under the light, accompanied by a whooshing sound.