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

"That actress was also a woman of strong character; she would rather die than submit."

On the night the warlord sent men to abduct her, she put on her most beloved blue dress.

He sang his last performance of "Farewell My Concubine" on stage, and then swallowed gold in front of everyone...

Hearing this, I nodded slightly.

Suicide by swallowing gold was an extremely painful way to die in ancient times.

Gold is heavy, and if it falls into the intestines, it cannot be expelled and will rupture a person's internal organs.

People experience immense pain and despair before they die.

People who die under such circumstances usually harbor immense resentment.

Furthermore, she died wearing this costume, and all her resentment and pain before her death seeped into the threads of this garment.

With such deep resentment, it's no wonder that Mr. Ma could hear opera singing in the middle of the night.

"The resentment runs deep, and the obsession remains."

This is definitely not something an ordinary feng shui master can handle.

I said it casually.

Ordinary feng shui masters often use talismans or ritual implements to "drive away" evil spirits.

But this resentment has become one with the costume, and it will be difficult to eradicate unless the costume is burned.

But Boss Ma clearly couldn't bear to burn this priceless antique.

"That's right!" Jin Wanliang patted the steering wheel.

"That's why I thought of you, my little brother."

You corpse stitchers, aren't you our ancestors who specialize in dealing with these evil spirits and resentful energy?

This kind of thing is a piece of cake for you.

The car drove smoothly through the streets of Jiangcheng.

About half an hour later, we drove into a high-end villa area on the eastern outskirts of Jiangcheng.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of a rather large detached villa.

Jin Wanliang and I got off the car one after the other.

After getting off the car, I stood outside the villa's large iron gate, not in a hurry to go in.

Instead, he closed his eyes, slightly opened his five senses, and felt the atmosphere of the villa.

Under the sunlight, the overall feng shui layout of the villa is quite good.

It is a place where the wind can be contained and energy can be gathered, making it an auspicious place for wealth.

But within that vigorous vitality, I did indeed detect a very faint trace of resentment and malevolence.

The aura was like a thin spider silk, lingering faintly in a room on the second floor of the villa.

I opened my eyes, a smile playing on my lips.

It was indeed a small job.

This resentful aura is at most the lingering presence of a wandering ghost whose obsession has not yet subsided.

Not to mention me now, even when I first inherited my grandfather's mantle, I could have easily solved it.

"Let's go, Boss Jin, let's go in and meet this famous actor from the late Qing Dynasty."

With my hands in my pockets, I followed Jin Wanliang through the villa's gate.

As soon as I entered, a chubby man with a large bald head came to greet me.

The fat man was probably in his fifties and was wearing an expensive silk nightgown, but he looked extremely haggard at the moment.

He had dark circles under his eyes, puffy eye bags, and an unnatural sallow complexion.

It's obvious that he's been through a lot these past few days and hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep.

This must be Mr. Ma, the antique dealer.

"Oh, Mr. Jin, you've finally arrived!"

When Boss Ma saw Jin Wanliang, it was as if he had seen a savior.

He grabbed Jin Wanliang's hand, his voice trembling with tears:

"If you don't come soon, my old bones will die here."

Last night, that old lady not only sang opera, but she also walked back and forth by my bedside. I almost had a heart attack!

Jin Wanliang quickly patted Boss Ma's hand and comforted him, "Brother Ma, don't panic, don't panic."

"Haven't I brought the real Buddha to you?"

As he spoke, he stepped aside to make way for me and solemnly introduced me:

"This is Master Chen Yang."

Don't let Master Chen's youth fool you; he's a top expert in the folk culture circles of Jiangcheng.

"Your troublesome matter can be completely cured if Master Chen is willing to take action!"

Boss Ma looked me up and down.

Today I'm wearing casual clothes, and I've deliberately toned down my fierce aura, so I look like a well-mannered college student.

He doesn't look like a "master" who can exorcise demons at all.

Therefore, a clear hint of suspicion flashed in Boss Ma's eyes.

But he was also a seasoned veteran, and didn't show his emotions too obviously, only asking somewhat hesitantly:

"Boss Jin, is this young man Chen... really capable?"

The feng shui master I hired before, who carried a compass and a peach wood sword, still didn't work.

Seeing Boss Ma's still-shaken expression, I wasn't angry at his suspicion, but instead said:

"Boss Ma, your eyes are dark and your forehead is dull. These are signs of yin energy entering your body and yang energy being weak."

But don't worry, this yin energy isn't fatal; it's just slowly draining your spirit.

That costume should be in your easternmost guest room on the second floor, right?

When I was sensing outside the door, I had already located the position of that malevolent aura.

Upon hearing me accurately state the room where the costumes were stored, Boss Ma's initially skeptical gaze instantly changed.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened slightly:

"How...how did you know?"

After I got that dress back, I kept it locked in the guest room on the east side of the second floor, and I didn't tell anyone!

"Lead the way."

I didn't explain further, I just smiled faintly.

"The sooner this is resolved, the sooner you and your wife can get a good night's sleep."

Boss Ma was completely convinced and his attitude immediately became respectful.

He nodded and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, Master Chen, this way please, this way please!"

Led by Boss Ma, Jin Wanliang and I went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

As soon as I reached the door of the guest room on the east side, I could feel that the temperature around me was noticeably a few degrees lower than in other places.

Although it's broad daylight, standing here, you can still feel a faint chill seeping into your bones.

Boss Ma shakily pulled out his key, opened the guest room door, and then quickly retreated behind Jin Wanliang, refusing to take another step inside.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, making the room somewhat dim.

On the solid wood table in the center of the room, a rustic camphor wood chest sits quietly.

The box lid was open, and inside lay a neatly folded blue opera costume.

Even in the dim light, the Shu brocade on the costume still shimmered with a dark luster.

The cloud patterns and water ripples embroidered with gold thread are so lifelike that they seem ready to come to life at any moment.

But what I saw was more than just that.

In my view, a thin layer of gray-black mist was swirling around this exquisite costume.

In the mist, one could vaguely make out a woman's face struggling in pain.

Resentment enters the silk, and obsession transforms into evil.