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

"Her ancestral home is Yunnan. Both her parents were local primary school teachers. She had excellent grades from a young age, and her medical school records were also in order."

"It was indeed my own application to come to Jiangcheng Funeral Home, the reason being that I wanted to collect some special cases to write a paper."

"Okay, I got it. Thanks, Lao Jin."

After hanging up the phone, I contacted Lu Yan again.

The official channels on Lu Yan's side gave similar results, and they couldn't even find any abnormalities in her household registration changes or bank statements.

"Chen Yang, aren't you being too sensitive?"

Lu Yan sounded somewhat puzzled on the phone.

"Although it's a bit strange for a girl to be transferred to a funeral home, her identity, background, and motives are all plausible, so there's really nothing wrong with it."

I didn't argue, just nodded and hung up the phone.

There's no problem with unofficial channels or official channels.

But I still chose to trust my intuition and the flutter in my heart.

In the world of folklore, carelessness often leads to tragic lessons.

For the next three days, I acted as usual, teaching her how to clean the equipment and how to move the corpses, but secretly I kept observing her.

Jiang Ling is very efficient at her work, and she is not afraid of getting dirty or tired.

Even when faced with the fragmented remains of traffic accident victims, she didn't even frown; instead, she would softly whisper words of comfort to the corpses.

In Director Wang's eyes, this performance demonstrated excellent mental fortitude; in Lao Zhang's eyes, it showed someone who was born for this job.

But in my eyes, it's more like an extreme indifference to death.

That afternoon, Jiang Ling was carefully wiping the cosmetic bed. Sunlight streamed in through the small window, illuminating the pure silver butterfly hair ornament on her head, making her profile appear gentle and serene.

"Xiao Jiang, are you from Yunnan?"

As I tidied up my toolbox, I asked casually.

"Yes, Teacher Chen. Our area has many mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful."

She stopped what she was doing, turned around, and smiled brightly.

"When you have time in the future, I'll invite you to visit my hometown and treat you to our special insect tea."

"Insect tea... I've heard of it."

I replied casually, twirling the blade between my fingers.

Insect tea is a beverage of the mountain people of Yunnan, but it is also a common starter for many Gu practitioners to regulate their bodies when they begin their training.

She didn't reply and continued working with her head down.

As I watched her retreating figure, my anxiety tightened even more.

This continued until the evening of the third day.

With Li Qing gone and Jin Wanliang quieter these days, I thought tonight would be another peaceful night for cultivation.

Unexpectedly, around 10 p.m., there was a knock on the door of the rented room.

The knocking was urgent and the rhythm was erratic.

I frowned slightly, my right hand instinctively reaching for the scalpel under my pillow, then walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Brother Chen! It's me, Lao Jin!"

Jin Wanliang's anxious voice came from outside the door, accompanied by heavy breathing.

I opened the door and saw Jin Wanliang covered in sweat.

"What's going on? Have the remnants of the Black Serpent Cult come knocking on our door?"

I made a joke, stepped aside to let him in, and closed the door behind me.

"No, no..."

Jin Wanliang didn't bother wiping his sweat. He plopped down on the sofa, picked up the cold tea on my table, and gulped it down.

"Brother Chen, help! I've really messed up this time."

"Sit down and talk slowly." I handed him a tissue.

Jin Wanliang took a few breaths before lowering his voice and saying, "I've landed a big job. You've heard of Zhou Yuanshan, the chairman of Jiangcheng Yuanda Group, right?"

I nodded.

Zhou Yuanshan is the vice president of the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce. He started his business in real estate and foreign trade and has a net worth of tens of billions. He wields great power in Jiangcheng.

"Zhou Yuanshan suddenly contracted a strange illness half a month ago."

He remained unconscious, and after going to the hospital to check all his indicators, everything came back normal.

All bodily functions are normal; it's like the person is asleep, but they just can't be woken up.

Jin Wanliang said with a bitter face, "The Zhou family has privately offered a reward of ten million, as long as the person can be revived."

So I got the idea and brought over a few groups of experts from the industry, but... they all failed miserably there.

My eyes flickered slightly: "Broken there? What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't even mention it."

Jin Wanliang looked annoyed.

"A fellow Taoist from Maoshan went in for less than five minutes and came out insane, rolling on the ground and saying that a ghost was choking him."

There was also a rogue cultivator from the south who was about to cast a spell when he spat out a mouthful of black blood and is now lying in the intensive care unit.

The Zhou family is frantic. They've threatened to drown me, the middleman, in the river to feed the fish if no one can cure me!

As I listened to his description, I secretly made my own calculations.

Someone of Zhou Yuanshan's status would certainly have no shortage of bodyguards and feng shui masters around him.

The fact that he was caught off guard and that even the disciples of Maoshan suffered a setback shows that this matter is definitely not simple.

"Nothing unusual on the surface?" I asked.

"Not at all! Her skin is rosy, her breathing is steady, and even her heartbeat is stronger than that of an average person."

Jin Wanliang leaned closer: "But I heard from the Zhou family's steward that when Zhou Yuanshan was unconscious, a very strange smile would occasionally appear on his lips."

It's like... like dreaming about something really happy, and you can't pull yourself back from it no matter what.

"A dream?" I murmured to myself.

"Brother Chen, you absolutely have to save me this time!"

Jin Wanliang almost knelt down before me.

"That kid Li Qing went to the Northwest, and it's not convenient for Director Lu to get involved in these kinds of private matters."

You're the only one I can think of right now.

Go over there and take a look; you're sure you'll figure something out.

After thinking for a moment, I agreed.

Although I don't want to cause any trouble at this critical juncture, I haven't figured out Jiang Ling's background yet.

Having someone of "unknown origin" around makes me feel somewhat uneasy.

But Jin Wanliang has helped me a lot, and I can't just use people when I need them and then discard them when I don't.

"Alright, I'll go take a look. But let me make this clear first, it's a last resort, I can't guarantee it will work," I said, standing up.

"Oh! I'm relieved to hear that!"

Jin Wanliang was overjoyed and quickly stood up to open the door for me.

"The car is downstairs, shall we leave now?"

I nodded, locked the door, and followed Jin Wanliang downstairs.

As night deepened, the streets of Jiangcheng appeared somewhat deserted under the streetlights.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Jin Wanliang's Mercedes-Benz, I closed my eyes to rest, but my mind was racing.

Zhou Yuanshan's strange illness, and... Jiang Ling, who has an innocent background, at the funeral home.

Is there a connection between these two things?

Or has the once peaceful land of Jiangcheng attracted even more greedy and secretive predators?

The car drove smoothly through the city and headed towards the affluent suburbs.

Halfway through the journey, Jin Wanliang suddenly spoke up.