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

But for me now, that's child's play.

I stood in front of that old camphor wood chest, with no intention of using bone needles or lancets.

He simply extended his right hand slowly, hovering it about an inch above the exquisite Shu brocade blue robe.

With a thought, the malevolent energy within his dantian surged through his meridians to his palms in an instant.

The wisp of extremely malevolent energy I exhaled from my palm directly attacked the layer of gray-black mist swirling around the costume.

The woman's face, which had been struggling and groaning in pain within the mist, couldn't even muster a decent resistance the moment it came into contact with my mercury-based evil energy.

It melted away completely in an instant, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the chill in the room vanished completely.

The costumes, which had initially looked somewhat eerie, now possessed the aged charm of a normal antique, devoid of any sinister aura.

I withdrew my hand and absorbed the malevolent energy into my body.

Turning to look at Boss Ma, who was hiding outside the door, he calmly said, "Boss Ma, the matter is resolved."

That obsession has dissipated. You can keep this outfit with peace of mind from now on; there won't be any more late-night opera performances.

Boss Ma peeked inside cautiously.

Although he doesn't have the ability to see ghosts, his body's instincts don't lie.

He could clearly feel that the air in the room was no longer so oppressive and stuffy.

However, he still had some doubts: "Master Chen, are you sure you can do this?"

That master said the same thing last time, and the result was...

Before I could even speak, Jin Wanliang beat me to it.

He patted his chest and said, "Old Chen... Master Chen said it's solved, so it must be solved."

Brother Ma, I guarantee this with a fortune.

If you keep having those nightmares, go and smash my "Golden Fortune" signboard!

Seeing that Jin Wanliang had already said all that, it was clear that Boss Ma was a shrewd person.

He immediately changed the subject:

"Oh, Mr. Jin, how could I not trust you!"

Master Chen is truly a master! He didn't even need to use any magical artifacts; he just waved his hand and sent this young lady away!

I, Old Ma, have truly had my eyes opened today!

After saying that, he immediately took out his phone: "Master Chen, I know the rules. Two hundred thousand, not a penny less, I'll transfer it to you right away!"

With a "ding" sound from the phone, 200,000 yuan was deposited into the account.

This money was earned so easily, without even breaking a sweat.

It was already afternoon when we left the Ma family villa.

I stretched as I sat in the passenger seat of the Mercedes.

As Jin Wanliang started the car, he turned to me with a smile and said, "Brother, you did a great job today."

Brother, I've benefited from your influence and gained some prestige.

It's almost lunchtime. Come on, it's my treat today. Let's go to Haiyanlou for a nice meal and treat you properly.

I was just out for a walk today to clear my head, and I didn't have anything else to do, so I nodded:

"Alright, then I'll let you spend the money, Lao Jin."

Half an hour later, we sat in an elegant private room at Haiyanlou Restaurant.

The table was laden with exquisite dishes, such as steamed grouper and premium Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, all emitting a delightful aroma.

Jin Wanliang knew I didn't usually drink alcohol, so he brewed two pots of the finest tea.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the atmosphere in the private room was very harmonious.

But I keenly sensed that although Jin Wanliang was all smiles today, there seemed to be something hidden deep in his eyes.

He held his teacup, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

I put down my chopsticks and wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Seeing his conflicted expression, I couldn't help but smile: "Old Jin, we've known each other for a long time."

You've spent most of the day introducing me to easy money-making jobs and treating me to this private meal that costs tens of thousands of dollars a table. Haven't you laid the groundwork enough?

"Just say what you have to say."

Jin Wanliang blushed slightly when I pointed it out.

He coughed twice, put down his wine glass, and the snobbish smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an extremely serious expression.

"Hehe, nothing can escape your eyes, little brother."

Jin Wanliang sighed and lowered his voice: "Brother, I'm here today to ask you a favor."

I wanted to ask... could you possibly spare some time lately to accompany me on a trip to southern Xinjiang?

Upon hearing the words "Southern Xinjiang," my hand holding the food paused slightly, and my eyebrows involuntarily twitched.

"To southern Xinjiang?"

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Why would you go to those remote mountains for no reason?"

That place is teeming with poisonous insects and miasma, not to mention the various sorcerers and witch doctors who are extremely xenophobic; it's hardly a good place for tourism or vacation.

Jin Wanliang gave a wry smile, reached out and rubbed his slightly chubby cheeks, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"Brother, do you think I want to go?"

I was forced into this situation; I had no choice but to go.

Jin Wanliang took a deep breath and looked at me.

"Do you remember when Zhou Yuanshan was poisoned by the Gu?"

I nodded.

Of course I remember. That incident not only involved Wandie Valley, but I almost lost my life in the underground water storage room.

"Didn't I spend a fortune to bring Master Lan from Miao territory overnight to save Zhou Yuanshan?"

Jin Wanliang's voice betrayed a hint of lingering fear.

He didn't need to say anything more; I already knew what had happened.

"I remember the Bureau of Folklore has already determined that Master Lan died at the hands of Wandie Valley."

I looked at Jin Wanliang and said slowly.

"Moreover, the Zhou family also paid a large sum of compensation at the time."

On the surface, this matter has nothing to do with you anymore, right?

"Brother, on the surface it seems like there's no problem, but in our line of work, it's all about cause and effect!"

Jin Wanliang slapped his thigh hard, his face full of helplessness.

"Master Lan died in Jiangcheng. Although he died at the hands of Wandie Valley, I was the one who invited him."

This thread of cause and effect is inextricably linked to me, Jin Wanliang.

"You don't understand the people in southern Xinjiang."

Jin Wan picked up his wine cup and took a big gulp, then continued, "The Lan family is a powerful force in the Miao villages of the Southern Frontier, a family with hundreds of years of Gu-style magic."

Their family is extremely protective of its own, and their methods are bizarre and ruthless; they don't care about modern laws or accidents at all.

"In their eyes, it was I, Jin Wanliang, who invited him out, but he didn't go back; he turned into a jar of ashes."

This debt shouldn't just be attributed to Wandie Valley; I, Old Jin, am also implicated!

Jin Wanliang leaned closer, his eyes filled with deep worry: "Brother, I'm a middleman, and my business relies on being shrewd and trustworthy."

If I don't handle this matter properly, not only will my access to southern Xinjiang be completely cut off in the future.

What if one day the Lan family sends a witch doctor to Jiangcheng and secretly casts a curse on me...?

With my hundred-odd pounds of fat, I probably won't even know how I died!