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

"Covered in resentment, yet the corpse does not stiffen."

I narrowed my eyes, my gaze falling on the deceased's tightly clenched left hand.

Her fingers dug so hard into her palms that several of her nails broke off.

It took me a lot of effort to pry those stiff fingers apart one by one.

In the palm of his hand, he held a pendant the size of a fingernail, resembling some kind of amber insect.

But what was sealed inside the pendant wasn't an insect, but a drop of blood?

"This is……"

My pupils suddenly contracted.

Although I've never seen the real thing, I've seen similar descriptions in my grandfather's notes.

Blood Curse Amulets from Southeast Asian Black Magic?

No, that's not right. This thing looks more like some kind of evil object used for "borrowing luck" or "beauty enhancement".

"It seems this deceased person went to great lengths to become more beautiful."

As I thought about it, I carefully took the pendant off and put it into the sealed bag.

As the pendant left the body, the swirling black mist around the corpse seemed to fade a bit, but the black fog in the throat became even more restless, as if it had lost its suppression and was about to burst out at any moment.

"Since I've taken on this job, I have to sew it beautifully for you."

I took out the scalpel that had been with me for many years from the toolbox, and gently flicked the blade with my fingertip, making a crisp sound.

"But before we sew up the skin, we need to let you vent your anger first."

I said softly, my eyes instantly turning sharp.

I twirled the willow-leaf knife in my hand with my fingertips, and without hesitation, I plunged the tip of the knife directly into the Tian Tu acupoint below her Adam's apple.

"laugh--!"

Instantly, a foul-smelling black fumes gushed out from the blade, spraying directly into my face.

I snorted coldly, and the murderous energy within my body circulated, flowing down my arm and into the blade.

The scalpel emitted a soft hum, and a flash of cold light instantly pulverized the black mist.

As the black mist dissipated, the previously tense and twisted facial muscles of the corpse visibly relaxed, and the chilling feeling also subsided considerably.

With the resentment gone, it's time to mend things.

I put down the scalpel, took a curved needle from the toolbox, and threaded it with catgut that had been soaked in corpse oil.

The skull of the corpse was severely fractured. If it were an ordinary mortician, they could only fill it with plaster and then cover it with heavy makeup.

But in my hands, even broken bones can be pieced together.

My fingers flew across the shattered bone fragments, their sinister energy like silk threads, guiding each bone back to its original position.

Each stitch is not just about sewing up the flesh, but also about calming the chaotic energy of the deceased.

However, as I stitched her cheek, a sudden chill ran through my fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, the scene before my eyes blurred, and the surrounding shadowless lights went out instantly.

When the light returned, the scene before my eyes had completely changed.

The image is shaky and the lighting is dim.

Judging from the environment, it looks like a private club room.

"Master, I'll do anything for fame and beauty!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw "myself" kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing.

Opposite me sat a person completely shrouded in a black robe.

Are these the deceased's memories from before their death?

The man extended a withered hand, like a chicken claw, and handed over the pendant containing a drop of blood.

"This is the essence of the Blood Mantra. Wear it, and you will possess a charm that will drive all men crazy..."

But remember, every night at midnight, feed it a drop of blood from your fingertip. Stop feeding it for one day, and you'll be responsible for the consequences...

Then, the scene changes.

The night wind howled on the balcony of the luxury apartment.

The "me" in the mirror was stunningly beautiful, with skin so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

But I stared wide-eyed in horror, for I saw my reflection in the mirror giving me a sinister, menacing grin.

The reflected face began to fester, and countless tiny insects crawled out of its pores.

"Ah!!! Get away! Get away!"

I frantically scratched my face, the pain penetrating to my very bones.

Suddenly, an invisible force gave "me" a hard push.

My body was lifted into the air, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

In my final moments before falling, I saw a tiny, blood-red infant, no bigger than a palm, crouching on the balcony railing, tilting its head and coldly staring at me…

……

"call!"

I suddenly opened my eyes, gasping for breath, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on my forehead.

The scene before me has returned to the cold morgue.

The feeling of weightlessness and fear I experienced just now was so real, as if I had jumped off a building myself.

"As expected, raising a ghost child has backfired."

I looked at the face my subordinate had already stitched up most of, my gaze becoming complicated. "Was it worth risking your life for that fleeting fame and fortune?"

Without stopping, the last stitch was made, a knot was tied, and the thread was cut.

The once shattered skull has now been restored to its original state.

Although his face is still covered with centipede-like sutures, the outline of his bones has been restored.

After a while, we'll put on makeup and a wig, which will be enough to allow her to pass away with dignity.

"alright."

I took off my gloves and started cleaning the tools, and the restlessness in my heart was slowly washed away by the water.

Just then, the blood curse pendant that I had placed in the sealed bag suddenly cracked open, and the blood droplets inside dried instantly, turning into a smear of black ash.

At the same time, a shout from Director Wang came from outside the morgue, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps in high heels.

"Oh dear, Xiao Chen is performing some kind of ritual inside... oh no, I mean, he's working! You can't just barge in!"

"Get out of my way! I want to see my daughter! If you ruin her face, I'll make you pay until you're broke!"

A sharp female voice rang out, followed by the morgue door being shoved open.

I put away the needle and thread, placed them in the toolbox, and looked up.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged woman wearing a mink coat and with big, wavy hair.

At that moment, she was pointing her finger at Director Wang and cursing him.

"What do you mean I can't come in? I'm her mother! And her agent! I have the right to know how you're handling my daughter's body!"

The woman's shrill voice echoed in the morgue, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"I'm telling you, if you dare to damage my daughter's face even a little bit, I'll sue your lousy funeral home until it goes bankrupt!"

Although Director Wang was severely scolded, he just wiped his sweat and smiled apologetically, saying, "Oh, Ms. Li, please calm down... Xiao Chen is handling it right now..."

"Deal with what?! How many days has this been going on? If you still can't get this sorted out by today, you can expect a lawsuit!"

The woman shoved Director Wang aside and, in her high heels, headed straight for the dissection table.

However, I neither spoke nor stopped them.

He simply turned his body slightly to avoid the view blocking his back.