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

It's clear that someone doesn't want this corpse to rest in peace, and even less does they want me to quell this resentment!

"Chief, where are the surveillance cameras?"

I turned to ask, my tone calm, but a hint of murderous intent flashing in my eyes, "Did anyone come in last night?"

"No...no!"

Director Wang stammered, "Only Lao Li and I have the keys to this second basement level. I've checked the security footage, and there wasn't a soul in sight last night... Wait a minute!"

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression turned even more grim. "The surveillance footage... it seems the screen went black for five minutes around 3 a.m...."

Three o'clock in the morning.

The hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

This is the time when yin energy is at its strongest.

"It seems something unclean has gotten into our funeral home."

I sneered, and the murderous aura within me surged instantly.

For a mortician, the worst thing is for the sewn corpse to be damaged again.

If a stitch breaks, the King of Hell will deduct your merits from your body.

This feud has really gotten out of hand!

I didn't want to get involved in other people's business, but since they've gone so far as to bully me, they're forcing me to find out who's behind this!

"Director, stop howling."

I interrupted Director Wang's rambling, my voice calm, "Go get the makeup case, and also get me two packs of medical cotton padding, quickly."

Director Wang paused for a moment, then looked at my calm eyes, as if he had found his pillar of support. He scrambled towards the locker, yelling, "Okay! Okay! Right away!"

While he turned around, I took a deep breath, and the murderous aura within me instantly gathered at my fingertips.

Faced with this charred and mangled corpse, ordinary needlework was futile.

The flesh around the wounds was necrotic and couldn't hold the stitches up properly; it would fall off like mud with the slightest pressure.

That's the only option we can use.

I closed my eyes, and the image of a shady technique recorded in the "Heavenly Garment Strategy" came to mind—"Flesh and Skin Connected."

This is not a traditional mortuary stitching technique, but rather a kind of emergency treatment that is almost a smokescreen.

Using its own malevolent energy as glue, it forcibly binds the skin and flesh together. Although it cannot last long, it is more than enough to survive the farewell ceremony.

"The stuff has arrived!"

Director Wang came running back, panting, carrying a large pile of things in his arms.

"Close the door tightly and don't let anyone in."

I took the items and quickly put on my gloves.

First, I quickly scraped away the flesh around the wound with a scalpel. Then, I grabbed a large wad of stuffing and stuffed it into the empty chest cavity.

To make my breasts look naturally full, I used my memory to shape the cotton into the approximate shapes of a heart and lungs, filling them in layer by layer.

"Is this...is this going to work?" Director Wang watched with bated breath.

"Just watch."

I gave a low shout and picked up a specially made catgut suture from the toolbox with my fingers.

My fingertips are now slightly white, which is a sign of the gathering of malevolent energy.

At this point, instead of threading the needle, I pressed the thread directly onto the cracked skin.

"combine!"

As I silently recited the incantation, the malevolent energy at my fingertips instantly erupted, burrowing into the corpse's flesh along the sheep intestine thread.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The torn flesh, as if drawn by some force, began to wriggle slightly and then quickly moved towards the center.

The catgut seemed to melt, seeping into the skin's texture and tightly "biting" the tear shut.

I kept moving my fingers from my neck to my abdomen.

The grotesque cracks healed at a visible speed, leaving only faint red marks, like freshly healed scratches.

Ten minutes later.

I lowered my hand, and a fine layer of sweat had already seeped out on my forehead.

Looking at the autopsy table again, Lin Tiantian's body had been restored to its original state.

Although her face was still as pale as paper, after I carefully touched up her makeup, the eerie deathly aura was concealed, and she looked as if she were asleep.

"Amazing...absolutely amazing!"

Director Wang's eyes widened, and he clicked his tongue in amazement, "Xiao Chen, your skills are simply amazing! Even plastic surgery on a living person wouldn't be this fast!"

"It's just superficially glamorous."

I took off my blood-stained gloves and threw them into the trash can. My voice was tired as I said, "Tell the family that the body has undergone special preservation treatment. They must not touch it, and it must not be exposed to strong light for a long time, otherwise it will dehydrate and deform."

"Understood! Understood! I'll arrange it right away!"

Director Wang looked relieved, and the way he looked at me was as if I were his second parent. He grabbed his makeup case and rushed out to deal with the approaching family members.

The morgue door closed again.

The air fell silent again.

I turned around and stared sharply at the hollow corpse.

"Now that you're here, you think you can just take the things and leave?"

I sneered and took out a copper coin from a hidden compartment in the toolbox.

This thing is called a "direction money" (or "asking for directions").

I walked to the head of the corpse, stretched out my finger, and pressed hard on Lin Tiantian's forehead.

Although there are no longer any souls there, the lingering resentment is the strongest.

"Use this body as the medium, and resentment as the catalyst."

I chanted softly, then dipped my finger in the black corpse oil that had seeped from between Lin Tiantian's eyebrows and smeared it on the copper coin.

"Find the evil spirit!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly tossed the copper coin into the air.

"bite--"

The copper coin spun rapidly in mid-air, emitting a crisp ringing sound.

Immediately afterwards, it did not land directly, but was suspended above the dissection table for a moment as if it were being supported by an invisible hand.

At that moment, I clearly saw a very faint wisp of black smoke rising from the corpse's chest, like a thin thread wrapped around the copper coin.

That was the last causal connection between the heart and the body.

"Clatter".

The copper coin landed on the ground.

It didn't lie flat, but rolled several meters vertically, finally stopping in a corner near the south wall, with the four characters "Qianlong Tongbao" on it facing due south.

Due south.

The direction is south of the city!

At this moment, the wisp of black smoke, after pointing the way, did not dissipate, but instead extended faintly beyond the wall, as if summoning something.

I stepped forward and picked up the copper coin; a chill ran through me.

This indicates that the heart is currently in an extremely yin place.

An extremely yin place!

It seems that the other party not only stole the heart, but is also using it to do even more malicious things.

"What a vicious method! They devoured people's life essence and blood while alive, and even stole their hearts after death."

In Lin Tiantian's memories before her death, the figure of that black-robed master flashed through my mind.

I gripped the copper coin tightly in my hand, my knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

After letting out a long breath, I walked out of the basement and stood on the steps at the entrance of the funeral home.

The general location has been determined, so there's nothing to hesitate about.

I want to see just how many heads this ruthless "master" has to dare to act so viciously!