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

No one has come to this unfinished building area for months, so there's no rush to deal with it right now.

Li Qing's tone was off; it was obvious that something urgent had happened.

I decided to go to Tingyuxuan first to see what was going on there, and then contact the Folklore Bureau to come and handle it.

I put the bone needles away, turned around, and got into the car.

Turning the car key, the engine roared again.

I turned the steering wheel all the way, reversed the car, and followed the road I came from, leaving this blood-stained dead end behind.

Twenty minutes later.

My SUV came to a smooth stop on the roadside outside Tingyuxuan.

When I pushed open the door to the private room that Li Qing had sent me, I found Li Qing and Jin Wanliang sitting by the coffee table, their faces extremely grim.

"I'm late. I took care of a few scoundrels who were trying to freeload on the way."

I pulled out a chair, sat down, and poured myself a cup of hot tea.

"Li Qing, what happened? Why do you both look like you've seen a ghost?"

However, Li Qing did not answer me immediately.

He fell silent for a moment, which was uncharacteristic of him.

The private room was so quiet that the only sound could be the "click-clack" of the pair of walnuts in Jin Wanliang's hands rubbing together.

Although I was a little confused, I didn't urge them and picked up my teacup to take a sip.

The tea was a little hot, but as it flowed down my throat and into my stomach, it just suppressed the slight smell of blood I had picked up in the unfinished building.

At this moment, Li Qing finally spoke.

He placed his hands on the table, crossed them, and leaned forward slightly.

That face, which usually carried a hint of frivolity, was now filled with an unusual solemnity and a trace of barely perceptible guilt.

"Chen Yang, just before I called Fatty Jin, my old man... who is also my master, sent me a message."

Li Qing's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just smoked too much.

I raised my eyebrows slightly.

I've only heard Li Qing, that elusive geomancer, mention me a handful of times.

But every time Li Qing brought it up, it was no small matter.

"The old man used the most labor-intensive method in our lineage, the Heavenly Oracle."

Li Qing took a deep breath, a flicker of excitement crossing his eyes.

He said that Jiangcheng would soon experience a major upheaval.

"What exactly is this upheaval?"

I put down my teacup and asked with a somewhat serious expression.

Li Qing shook his head with a wry smile: "The old man didn't say."

He said that the secrets of heaven were obscured by an extremely large amount of resentment and karma. He could not see the whole picture and could not speak recklessly, otherwise he would immediately suffer a backlash.

But he was right about one thing…”

At this point, Li Qing paused for a moment, looking directly at me.

"The old man said that I am caught up in the turmoil in Jiangcheng this time, and I cannot avoid it."

If I force myself to leave Jiangcheng, there will surely be bloodshed; I will die a violent death in the streets.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Jin Wanliang stopped eating the walnuts in his hands, and his fat face was full of solemnity.

"But the old man showed me a way out."

Li Qing swallowed hard, his tone becoming somewhat unnatural.

"He told me to call that 'tough guy who sews corpses' from Jiangcheng, which is you."

Staying close to you and facing this turmoil together might just turn misfortune into good fortune.

Li Qing lowered his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, but did not light it.

He seemed hesitant to look me in the eye, his voice becoming very low, tinged with embarrassment.

"Chen Yang, do you remember the first time we met here at Tingyu Pavilion?"

As I looked at him, the memory of that night more than half a year ago involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

At that time, in order to break the ominous situation following my grandfather's death, I found him through Jin Wanliang.

He looked at me like I was a rare animal and asked for 200,000 yuan right off the bat.

"I remember." I smiled.

"You held up two fingers and said you wanted 200,000. And after it was done, I would owe you a favor."

"Yeah." Li Qing chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Then, Li Qing raised her head and looked at me with complicated eyes: "Chen Yang, I really just said it offhand at the time, to leave myself a way out."

But I didn't expect this big trouble to come so quickly and so fiercely.

My master's meaning is very clear: I can't handle this calamity alone; I have to drag you down with me to survive.

I……"

He was interrupted by Jin Wanliang when he got to this point.

"This kid wasn't planning to tell you, but I, Lao Jin, persuaded him to."

I said, "If you really die in Jiangcheng, that would truly be treating Brother Chen like an outsider."

Jin Wanliang shook his head and said.

Upon hearing this, I nodded subconsciously.

Then, I turned my head and looked at Li Qing, who looked deeply guilty for dragging his brother into a deadly situation, and couldn't help but shake my head.

I picked up the lighter from the table, lit it with a "click," and leaned over to light the cigarette in his mouth for him.

"Li Qing, Li Qing, where did your usual carefree and unrestrained self go?"

I sat up straight, without a trace of anger or resentment, and calmly asked him a question in return.

"Our story begins with the night we fought side by side against the assassins from Wandie Valley at Huilong Village, and then you emerged from the underground palace in the ancient town to save my life and Lu Yan's life."

Then we'll join forces in Guanjiatun in Northeast China to kill the Black Wind Immortal...

Every single time, wasn't it risking their lives?

I patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Our relationship now is way past the stage of calculating who owes whom a favor."

To put it bluntly, since my grandfather died, I, Chen Yang, have been an orphan with no ties in Jiangcheng.

Besides Lu Yan, only you and Lao Jin are the two people I can trust with my back.

If we're in trouble, we'll face it together; let's not talk about personal feelings.

Besides…

I paused, a sharp glint flashing in my eyes: "Even if you hadn't come looking for me, I'd already been drawn into this turmoil."

Li Qing abruptly raised his head, his fingers holding the cigarette pausing slightly: "What do you mean?"

Jin Wanliang also widened his shrewd little eyes and pricked up his ears.

"Just now, on my way to Tingyuxuan."

I picked up my teacup and continued.

There were two cars and five people following me all the way.

They carried a heavy aura of bloodlust, the kind of evil cultivators whose hands were stained with many lives.

"What?!"

Jin Wanliang stood up abruptly, his tone somewhat incredulous.

"Someone actually dares to openly follow you in Jiangcheng territory?"

Everyone in Jiangcheng's underworld knows that the Corpse-Stitching Man is not to be trifled with!

At this point, Jin Wanliang paused, then said with certainty:

"Either these people are still living in the Qing Dynasty, or they are a group of heretical cultivators who have wandered in from other places."

"I don't know about that."

I shook my head and continued, "I lured them to that unfinished building area in the south of the city and took care of them all."

"It's been dealt with?" Jin Wanliang gasped.

"Five evil cultivators, and you alone, so fast?"