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

"Brother Chen, we really need you this time."

Jin Wanliang's tone was full of anxiety: "If this matter with the Zhou family can't be resolved, my reputation in Jiangcheng will be ruined by half."

I'm afraid I'll never be able to cross the threshold of such wealthy families again.

I turned my head and looked at his round face, which was flickering in and out of the shadows, and replied, "Old Jin, I can only promise to do my best."

If it's truly beyond my skill level, you'd better be prepared.

"Understood, understood."

Jin Wanliang wiped his sweat: "As long as you can figure out some reason, I'll have an explanation."

The car soon entered a luxurious villa area nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

This is Jiangcheng's top-tier affluent area, where the spacing between each house is extremely large, and the greenery is excessively lush.

The Zhou family mansion was located halfway up the mountain and was brightly lit.

Four bodyguards in black suits stood at the entrance, their eyes sharp, each holding an earpiece; they were clearly not ordinary security guards.

Jin Wanliang scanned his face, and the car drove directly into the front yard.

When I got off the bus, I paused deliberately to feel the magnetic field around me.

This place feels very clean, almost too clean.

There was no yin energy, no evil energy, and even the spiritual energy that plants should have seemed to be suppressed by something.

Led by the butler, we passed through the magnificent hall and went directly to the master bedroom on the third floor.

The room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicinal herbs, and several private doctors in white coats were standing guard beside sophisticated instruments, their faces solemn.

Clearly, the Zhou family has tried every method imaginable in their attempt to awaken Zhou Yuanshan.

"This is Mr. Zhou."

The butler said in a low voice, his eyes showing exhaustion.

I walked to the bedside and looked it over.

Zhou Yuanshan lay on the large silk mattress, covered with a thin quilt.

Just as Jin Wanliang said, his complexion was very good, even more rosy than that of ordinary people, and his breathing was even and strong.

I reached out and placed my fingertips on his wrist, a gentle aura of malevolence slowly probing in.

The pulse is steady and the blood and qi are abundant.

I lifted his eyelids again to check, and his pupils were reacting normally.

What puzzled me most was that when I tried to sense his soul using the methods of a corpse stitcher, I found that his three souls and seven spirits were firmly inside his body, without any signs of leaving or being damaged.

"Strange." I withdrew my hand, my brows furrowing slightly.

Judging from his appearance and spirit, Zhou Yuanshan was not only not sick, but was actually excessively healthy.

But that's precisely the most abnormal part.

How can someone who has been in a coma for half a month maintain peak physical function?

Jin Wanliang watched me nervously from the side: "Brother Chen, how is it? Did you figure it out?"

I shook my head: "You can't tell with the naked eye. It'll take some effort."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and focused my mind on the space between my eyebrows.

That cool, refreshing scent, whose name I don't know, is currently lingering there.

When I returned from Fengtian, there was only a sliver of it left, but after my efforts to mend the soul these past few days, it has grown much stronger.

"Disperse." I whispered to myself.

That cool sensation exploded instantly, flowing into my eyes along my meridians.

As the cool breeze gradually dissipated, the world before my eyes instantly changed color.

The once luxurious room lost its color, turning into black, white, and gray lines, while Zhou Yuanshan's body became a semi-transparent outline in my eyes.

In that instant, I finally saw the terrifying truth hidden beneath the facade of perfect health.

Deep within Zhou Yuanshan's heart, there was a black worm, no bigger than a fingernail, curled up.

The insect was extremely ugly, with what looked like a crying face on its back. It was rhythmically swallowing and spitting out Zhou Yuanshan's essence blood in sync with its heartbeat.

Even more bizarrely, the tail of this Gu worm was connected to a red line that was completely invisible to the naked eye.

The red thread was extremely thin, yet crystal clear, as if it were formed from condensed blood and qi.

The red line pierced through Zhou Yuanshan's chest cavity, through the thick wall, and stretched all the way outside.

As I followed the trajectory of the red line, I noticed that it would tremble every now and then. With each tremor, a certain invisible aura emanating from Zhou Yuanshan would flow away along the red line.

That's...luck?!

He was being used as nourishment, continuously supplying wealth and destiny to the being on the other side of the red line!

The reason Zhou Yuanshan was unwilling to wake up was because his consciousness was completely enveloped by the hallucinogenic aura emitted by the Gu worm.

In his mind, a pink cloud of smoke was transforming into countless beautiful illusions, immersing him in a beautiful dream from which he would never awaken.

There, he might be the king of the world, or he might be enjoying endless wealth and glory.

But this "dream" is more deadly than any form of torture.

"call……"

I snapped my eyes shut, the cool sensation stopped dissipating, and my vision returned to normal.

A sharp pain shot through my eye, and when I touched it, I found a trace of blood.

"Brother Chen! Are you alright?"

Jin Wanliang was startled and quickly helped me up.

I waved my hand and said, "It's okay. I saw it clearly."

I turned around, walked to the window, and pushed open the heavy French doors.

I channeled my inner energy and forced my eyes to focus, looking in the direction the red line extended from my memory.

About two kilometers away from the Zhou family mansion, on a desolate hilltop, a dark shadow lurked in the mist.

The end of the red line is right there.

"Brother Chen, what exactly happened?" Jin Wanliang leaned closer, his voice extremely low.

"He's been bewitched."

I turned my head and looked at Jin Wanliang, my tone calm.

"Someone is using his life and luck to support something."

A red thread connects him to his heart; as long as the thread remains unbroken, he will never wake up, until he is drained of his life force and becomes a dried-up corpse.

Jin Wanliang gasped, "Then... can it be cured?"

I paused for a moment, then shook my head: "I know nothing about Gu magic."

This Gu is extremely well hidden, and it's fused with his heart meridian. If I forcefully kill it with my malevolent energy, Zhou Yuanshan's heart will explode on the spot, killing him instantly.

This kind of work involving using poison is not the forte of corpse sculptors.

"What should we do then?" Jin Wanliang asked anxiously, wringing his hands.

"Just watch him die here?"

I looked out the window toward the mountain and said, "I can't undo the curse, but I can remove the person who cast it."

The other end of the red line is on that mountain peak.

I turned around and patted Jin Wanliang on the shoulder: "Old Jin, you stay here and keep watch."

"Don't let anyone get close to Zhou Yuanshan. I'm going to check that place."

"Oh? You're going alone?" Jin Wanliang asked, somewhat worried.

"Should I call Director Lu? It's safest to have her lead a team to surround the mountain for something like this."

"Too late." I shook my head.

"Since the other party can use such a Gu, they must be very sensitive to the surrounding noise."

A large-scale operation would alert him, and if he were to sever the red line directly, the trail would be completely cut off.