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

I strained my eyes to try and glean some clues from Jiang Ling.

As a corpse sewer, I have come into contact with far too many corpses and evil spirits.

But I can be sure that Jiang Ling in front of me is breathing, has a heartbeat, and has a shadow beneath her feet.

She is a living, breathing person.

How could someone who was presumed dead ten years ago, and even thrown into a Gu pool, possibly be alive and well now, and even become an ordinary assistant at the Jiangcheng Funeral Home?

Jiang Ling did not refute the saintess's madness; she simply stood there quietly, a complex sadness flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, that person from ten years ago is indeed dead."

Jiang Ling murmured something softly, as if answering the Holy Maiden, or perhaps talking to herself.

She ignored the distraught saintess and turned around, preparing to leave with the Gu King.

"I'm taking this Gu King with me."

It has been stained with the blood of too many innocent people and should no longer remain in the world to commit evil.

"Stop right there! Give me back the Gu King! It's my life!"

The saintess screamed, but she didn't even have the strength to crawl towards Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling was about to disappear into the shadows of the passage.

Just then, Lu Yan, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

I don't know where she gets her strength from.

But from her body, an extremely powerful and pure Zhengyi True Qi suddenly erupted once again.

"Thirty-six lives lost... You think you can just take the evidence away like this..."

What do they take the Folklore Bureau for?!

Lu Yan's voice was hoarse and resolute.

She suddenly bit her middle finger, using it as a pen to rapidly draw an extremely complex blood-red talisman in the air.

"A net of heaven and earth, lock it!"

With a loud shout, the blood-red talisman exploded instantly.

The talisman transformed into a purple lightning net, which swiftly enveloped the Gu King in Jiang Ling's hand.

Jiang Ling clearly hadn't expected that Lu Yan, in such a desperate situation, could still unleash such a powerful attack.

She frowned slightly, and to avoid being hurt by the lightning net, she instinctively let go of her hand and took half a step back.

"Crack!"

The purple lightning net instantly closed in, tightly enveloping the dark red Gu King within it.

The power of lightning is extremely strong and yang, making it the nemesis of Gu worms.

The Gu King let out a shrill scream within the lightning net, its dark red light scattered in all directions by the electricity, and it crashed heavily into the muddy water beside it, convulsing continuously.

After unleashing this attack, Lu Yan completely exhausted the last bit of potential in her body.

She couldn't utter another word before her body went limp and she collapsed into the muddy water with a thud, completely losing consciousness.

"Lu Yan!" I growled.

I wanted to crawl over to see her, but I couldn't muster any strength.

Jiang Ling looked at the Gu King trapped by the lightning net, then glanced at Lu Yan lying on the ground, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Just as she hesitated whether to forcibly break through the lightning net and take the Gu King, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the entrance not far away.

"Quick! There's a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy inside!"

"Team One, block the exit! Team Two, follow me!"

"Turn on your tactical flashlight, beware of poison!"

Accompanied by stern tactical instructions, several powerful beams of tactical flashlights swept in from the huge pipe opening we had come from.

The special task force from the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau finally arrived.

Jiang Ling's expression changed slightly.

She knew very well that if she forcibly broke through the minefield now, she would inevitably have a direct confrontation with the official special operations team.

Given her current status, this is definitely not a wise choice.

She stopped and turned around.

Just a second before the flashlight beam completely illuminated the area, her gaze pierced through the dim space and landed precisely on me.

That was an extremely complex look in his eyes.

There is helplessness, there is profound meaning, and it seems to contain a hint of warning and expectation.

I lay in the mud, staring intently at her, trying to read something from her eyes.

But she did not stop.

"Chen Yang, we will meet again."

A whispered message, audible only to me, reached my ears.

The next second, Jiang Ling's figure suddenly retreated, her whole body disappearing into the depths of the abandoned passage as if she had merged into a drop of ink in the darkness.

"Don't move! This is an investigation by the Bureau of Folklore!"

"Target spotted! Quick, medic! There's a seriously wounded soldier here!"

"Control that Miao woman! Don't let her commit suicide!"

The special operations team members descended like divine warriors and quickly brought the scene under control.

The blinding flashlight beam made it impossible for me to open my eyes, and the chaotic footsteps and shouts echoed in my ears.

Someone rushed to my side, roughly but professionally ripped open my tattered clothes, and applied hemostatic spray and first aid to my wounds.

I felt someone flipping my eyelids, and someone checking Lu Yan's breathing.

Meanwhile, the arrogant Holy Maiden of Ten Thousand Butterflies Valley was being held down on the ground by several special operations team members using specially made spirit-binding locks.

She didn't resist, but stared intently at the entrance to the passage where Jiang Ling had disappeared, like a soulless puppet, muttering nervously to herself:

"Impossible...she's dead...she's been dead for a long time..."

I exhaled a long breath of foul air mixed with blood and slowly closed my eyes.

ended.

Zhou Yuanshan is dead, the Holy Maiden has been captured, and the Gu King has been detained.

But I felt no joy of victory whatsoever.

Who exactly is Jiang Ling? What happened at the Ten Thousand Gu Pool ten years ago?

She's lurking in Jiangcheng Funeral Home, lurking right next to me. What is her purpose?

Which one is the real her: the assistant who spends every day with me and blushes at my praise, or the unfathomable woman who can easily suppress the Gu King?

With these unanswerable questions in mind, I let my consciousness sink completely into the abyss of darkness.

……

Consciousness is like a fish that has been drowning in the deep sea for a long time, and finally, at some moment, it touches the faint light on the surface of the sea.

First, I smelled a odor.

It was a scent that blended medical alcohol, styrax, and a faint woody aroma.

This smell made my nerves, which had been tense for several days, relax slightly, and then my sense of touch began to return.

I felt soft, dry sheets beneath me, and the blanket covering me felt warm from being sun-dried.

After struggling to open my eyes, my vision was initially a blurry white before it slowly focused.

This is a single-occupancy hospital room.

The walls were snow-white, IV drip bottles hung from the ceiling, and the electrocardiogram monitor next to them emitted a rhythmic "beep-beep" sound.

But amidst all this modern medical equipment, I keenly sensed something unusual.

Golden talismans for warding off evil spirits were pasted in the four corners of the ward, and a small bronze incense burner was placed on the windowsill, with wisps of smoke rising from the tiger-head-shaped lid.

This is clearly not an ordinary hospital, but a special care ward of the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau.