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

Following the man into the inner room, which was draped with curtains, I found that the furnishings were very simple, even rudimentary.

The room was small, with an old, military-green cot placed against the wall.

In the middle was a peeling metal desk with an old-fashioned desk lamp on it, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

The air didn't smell like cheap jasmine tea from outside; instead, it had a faint smell of dry tobacco and engine oil.

"Please sit here for a while. The person you're waiting for will be here soon."

The boss pointed to a wooden chair in front of his desk, his voice still crisp and clear.

He didn't ask me a single question about me, turned around and walked out of the inner room, pulling the heavy curtain shut behind him.

I sat down on the wooden chair as instructed, placed my hands on my lap, and looked around at my surroundings.

This is clearly a temporary safe house.

The walls were covered with soundproof soft padding, and in the corners, you could even vaguely see several anti-eavesdropping jamming devices flashing a faint red light.

The wait wasn't long.

Less than half an hour later, a slight turning sound came from the wooden door hidden behind the curtain in the inner room.

I didn't turn around; I just sat there calmly.

With a slight creaking sound from the door hinges, a night breeze carrying the sultry heat of a summer night in Beijing rushed in.

Then came a series of steady, powerful footsteps.

"You're much faster than I expected."

A deep voice echoed in the room.

I turned around and stood up.

Standing at the door was Lei Zhenshan, a burly man wearing a dark gray jacket.

He locked the door behind him, and the scar on his face looked quite intimidating in the dim light.

But his eyes held an undisguised admiration.

"Uncle Lei".

I greeted him calmly and patiently.

"Since I promised to come to the capital as soon as I condensed the Demon Core, I naturally cannot delay for too long."

Lei Zhenshan strode over to the old boss's chair behind his desk and sat down, his gaze sweeping over me twice.

"When I arrived at the scene of the chaos in the underground of the City God Temple last time, you were already so battered that you were almost unrecognizable."

The sheer, violent aura emanating from that moment terrified even me.

Lei Zhenshan took out a pack of special-supply cigarettes without a label from his jacket pocket, lit one, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I originally thought that even if you were lucky enough to survive, you would have to stay in bed for at least two months to recover."

I never imagined that less than a month had passed, and not only were you standing right in front of me, full of life, but also…”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sensing my deliberately concealed aura.

"Your aura is very stable now, without the floating feeling you had when you first formed your core."

Instead, it exuded a kind of... indescribable pressure.

It seems that in that fierce battle beneath the City God Temple, you not only survived but thrived, reaping enormous benefits.

"I was just lucky. I escaped with my life by sheer chance and also got a bit of an opportunity along the way."

I pulled up a chair and sat down again, my voice remaining calm, showing no sign of arrogance at his praise.

The matter of the Dragon Soul's remaining essence being bestowed is too complex for me to easily reveal.

Lei Zhenshan nodded, not delving into the matter further.

In our line of work, everyone has their own trump cards and secrets. As long as the general direction is right, they won't pry too deeply.

"Alright, we can catch up later."

Since you've come here as agreed, it means you're prepared to be drawn into that vortex.

Lei Zhenshan stubbed out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of, his expression becoming unusually serious.

"Before that, let me tell you about the results of the General Administration's investigation into the sisters in Wandie Valley, which took place more than half a year ago in Jiangcheng, after the Zhou family's Gu case."

Upon hearing this, I straightened up slightly.

Jiang Ling's identity has always been a thorn in my side.

Lei Zhenshan took out a kraft paper file without a cover from his pocket and threw it directly in front of me.

"In the past six months, the General Administration dispatched its most elite investigation team to thoroughly investigate the background of that girl named Jiang Ling, including her ancestors for three generations."

He placed his hands on the table and said in a deep voice.

"After verification from multiple sources, it has been confirmed that Jiang Ling is indeed an ordinary person with no abnormalities in terms of household registration and secular identity."

Her parents were honest, ordinary people who had never been involved in any folk customs circles.

Moreover, based on genetics and bone age testing, her age is definitely in her early twenties.

There is absolutely no blood relation between her and the nearly thirty-year-old saintess of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley.

I opened the file folder, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and glanced at them.

The document contains detailed records of Jiang Ling's medical history, schooling, and even comments from her elementary school homeroom teacher.

It was indeed as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

The findings of the General Administration's investigation are exactly the same as those I obtained through a friend's inquiry.

But it is this report that makes things even more confusing.

"Since the age and bloodline don't match, why would the Holy Maiden of Wandie Valley call her 'sister'?"

Moreover, Jiang Ling subdued the Gu King of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley with her bare hands while she was in the underground water storage chamber.

I put down the file and asked the question in a calm tone.

"The only suspicious point in the whole matter is that it happened ten years ago."

Lei Zhenshan tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a tapping sound.

"The investigation team found that the only event in Jiang Ling's life over the past twenty years that could be described as 'turbulent' occurred when she was ten years old."

That was ten years ago.

"Ten years ago?"

A thought suddenly struck me, and I immediately thought of a certain point in time that Lei Zhenshan had mentioned before.

"The power struggle in Wandie Valley also occurred ten years ago."

"That's right, the timing is chillingly perfect."

Lei Zhenshan gave me an appreciative look and continued.

"Records show that on a summer night ten years ago, ten-year-old Jiang Ling suddenly developed a high fever without any warning."

The fever came on very suddenly, and the hospital even issued a critical condition notice.

Strangely, after being treated in the intensive care unit for three days and three nights, her fever suddenly broke on its own.

Moreover, all bodily functions quickly returned to normal, and he was discharged from the hospital as if nothing had happened.

Since then, she hasn't even caught a cold.

I frowned, and the image of Jiang Ling's quiet and well-behaved demeanor at the funeral home flashed through my mind.

And the complex look in her eyes when she looked at me before leaving the underground water storage room.

"You mean that the high fever ten years ago was actually a turning point?"

The true saintess of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley who "died" in the turmoil was the older sister of the current saintess.

Did they use some kind of secret technique we don't know to resurrect a body, or rather, possess Jiang Ling's body at that time?