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

Without waiting for Jin Wanliang to persuade me again, I flipped over and jumped out of the window.

For my current physical condition, the height of the third floor is no different from that of flat ground.

I landed lightly on the lawn, and in a flash, I disappeared into the dark jungle.

I suppressed the malevolent energy within my body to its limit, and my entire being flew like a shadow close to the ground, speeding along the direction I had locked onto by the window.

Although I am not a professional investigator, since breaking through to the state of condensed evil energy, my five senses have long surpassed those of ordinary people.

The cool sensation between my brows kept pulsating, filtering out the distractions of the surrounding wind and pointing straight to the end of that red line.

The higher you go up the mountain, the thicker the fog becomes in the forest.

The mist had a sweet, cloying smell, like some kind of pollen, or like rotting fruit.

I held my breath, circulating my inner energy within my body; this level of miasma was no match for me.

About ten minutes later, I stopped in front of a steep rock face.

The red line disappears here.

I reached out and felt my fingertips on the wet rock face.

Soon, I discovered several signs that had been pried open.

Although it was well concealed, I could sense that the magnetic field there was significantly more disordered than the surrounding area.

I activated my Qi Control Technique, and black bone needles flew silently from my sleeve, darting swiftly through the crevices in the rock wall.

"Click".

A very faint clicking sound of a mechanism engaging was heard.

A huge rock covered in vines slowly slid to the side, revealing the entrance to a deep cave.

I gripped the scalpel tightly, bent down, and went inside.

The cave was unusually dry, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and fish.

The cave walls were covered with crooked runes, like totems of some primitive tribe, exuding a savage and eerie aura.

After walking about fifty meters, the space suddenly opened up.

This is a stone chamber that was carved out by human hands in an unknown era.

In the center of the stone chamber stood a makeshift altar made of bones, on which sat a black earthenware pot, from which black smoke continuously billowed.

Looking at the scene before me, I frowned.

The stone chamber was empty; there were no evil cultivators or Gu masters as I had imagined.

I did not approach the altar rashly.

This place has an eerie atmosphere; who knows if there are any trigger traps?

I used the bone needle to quickly circle the stone chamber, and only after confirming that there were no living creatures did I slowly walk to the altar.

The bones on the altar were very new, even still bearing traces of blood that hadn't been cleaned properly. Judging from their shape, they were likely the bones of a dog or a pig.

The earthenware jar was filled with a dark red liquid that emitted a foul stench, and several half-dead poisonous insects could be vaguely seen tearing at each other inside.

This is the core of the spell.

I carefully examined the stone chamber, trying to find some objects that could prove the identity of the caster.

In the corner of the stone wall, there were some discarded herbs and broken porcelain bottles, all of which looked like common, ordinary items.

Just as I was about to leave to explore deeper, my gaze was suddenly drawn to an inconspicuous corner below the altar.

There was a silvery reflection there.

I bent down and used the tip of my scalpel to lift it up.

It was a pure silver butterfly hair accessory.

The hair accessory was exquisitely made, shimmering with a faint glow in the dim light of the flashlight.

I frowned as I looked at this hair accessory.

This hair accessory...it looks so familiar.

Just this afternoon, in the mortuary's cosmetic surgery room, Jiang Ling was still wearing it.

I stared at the silver butterfly in my palm, and Jiang Ling's smiling face with its dimples flashed through my mind.

Lively, innocent, and hardworking.

That's how she presented herself to me.

But now, this hair ornament has appeared next to an evil altar that absorbs the fortune of wealthy merchants.

I clenched my fist, and the sharp edges of the silver butterfly pricked my palm slightly.

Is it her?

If it's her, then her acting skills are simply terrifying.

A girl in her early twenties managed to stay under my nose for three days without giving herself away.

They even managed to hide the background checks on Lu Yan and Jin Wanliang.

Unless, she has an unimaginably powerful force behind her, or she herself is an extremely dangerous Gu technique genius.

I took a deep breath, put the silver butterfly into my pocket, and temporarily suppressed my doubts.

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

Zhou Yuanshan's life was still hanging by a thread. Since the people in the stone chamber had already left, it meant that they had noticed my arrival, or that this was originally a trap.

I did not destroy the altar; such evil magic is often closely linked to the practitioner.

If I were to rashly break the earthenware pot, Zhou Yuanshan's heart might explode instantly.

I left the cave, resealed the entrance, and disappeared back into the night.

It was already 2 a.m. when they returned to the Zhou family villa.

Jin Wanliang was pacing anxiously in the living room when he saw me climb in through the window. He rushed forward and almost knocked over the antique vase next to him.

"Brother Chen! How's it going? Did you catch him?"

He lowered his voice, his face full of anticipation.

I walked over to the sofa, sat down, picked up the cold tea, took a sip, and shook my head: "I'm too late."

There's a cave on the hilltop with an altar inside, but the people there are gone, and the trail has gone cold.

Jin Wanliang's face instantly fell, and he slumped onto the sofa with a thud: "What... what are we going to do?"

I looked at him and said calmly, "Old Jin, don't rush."

Although the person wasn't caught, at least the cause of the illness has been identified.

I paused for a moment, then continued, "Your only option now is to use your connections to find a master of Gu magic as quickly as possible."

We need a legitimate successor who can wield the knife and recognize the secrets of poison.

"Once the Gu worm can be removed from his heart, Zhou Yuanshan will naturally wake up."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang's brows furrowed into a knot: "Master of Gu magic... These days, those who practice Gu magic hide in deep mountains and forests, or they are those evil cultivators from Southeast Asia."

Where can I find the authentic one?

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's it! Director Lu! The Folklore Bureau must have someone with expertise in this area!"

I shook my head: "Most of the people on Lu Yan's side are from the Taoist sect, and they deal with ghosts and zombies."

They might not be much better than me at using unorthodox methods like Gu poison.

Moreover, Zhou Yuanshan's matter involves destiny; with official intervention, are you sure the Zhou family is willing to accept it?

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang fell silent; he knew I was telling the truth.

Most of these wealthy individuals have questionable backgrounds and are most afraid of being watched by the authorities.

They prefer to resolve such private matters privately.

"Okay, I understand."

Jin Wanliang gritted his teeth, his eyes turning fierce.

"After all these years, I, Lao Jin, still have a few secret ways to contact you."

I'll go and gather people right now. Even if I have to turn the mountains of Yunnan upside down, I'll find one of my ancestors.