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

I took out my phone, found Jin Wanliang's number, and dialed it.

"Beep...beep..."

The phone was answered after two rings, and Jin Wanliang's signature laughter came from the other end:

"Oh, isn't this Master Chen? What a rare guest! I heard from Manager Yuxuan that Master Li was dragged back to his sect after going out with you?"

"What, do you have some inside information to reveal?"

The Master Li that Jin Wanliang mentioned was clearly Li Qing.

As an intelligence broker, Jin Wanliang not only sells intelligence but also collects it.

Of course, buying and selling are not the same thing at one price.

But I'm not looking for him now for that kind of thing.

"Boss Jin is joking. You wouldn't come here without a reason."

I spoke calmly, "I'd like to ask you about a place. In the south of the city, is there any extremely yin place, or have any unfamiliar sorcerers been gathering there recently?"

"South of the city?"

Jin Wanliang paused for a moment, as if flipping through the ledger in his mind, then lowered his voice, "Master Chen, your nose is really sharp. Things are indeed not peaceful in the south of the city."

You know the original Guiyun Temple, right?

"Guiyun Temple?"

I searched my memory.

"That temple built during the Republic of China era, which was later destroyed by fire that killed more than a dozen monks and then remained abandoned?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Jin Wanliang said with certainty, "That place is inherently evil, and it is always filled with yin energy that never dissipates."

Recently, some of my underlings complained to me that a strange man in a black robe came over, took over the temple, and even set up a maze around it.

They even spend exorbitant prices to collect insidious things like the blood from a child's forehead or the flesh of a person who has died a violent death.

At this point, Jin Wanliang paused, then tentatively asked, "Master Chen, you're asking about this because that person hasn't offended you, has he?"

I guess so.

I replied casually, "I'm not asking for nothing. I know the rules. I'll transfer the information fee to you later."

"Oh, Master Chen, you're too kind! We're practically family... But since you insist, I'll gladly accept, hehe."

After hanging up the phone, the chill in my eyes intensified.

Guiyun Temple, the man in black robes, collects the flesh of those who have died violently.

All the clues match up.

I hung up the phone, picked up my toolbox, and drove out of the funeral home.

……

Guiyun Temple, south of the city.

This is a dilapidated ancient temple hidden halfway up the mountain.

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, making the temple, nestled among the withered trees, appear even more eerie and sinister.

I parked my car at the foot of the mountain, held up a black umbrella, and walked step by step up the moss-covered stone steps.

The higher you go, the more agitated the malevolent energy within your body becomes.

The yin energy here is so heavy that it's practically a natural morgue.

Moreover, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, mixed with the smell of cheap incense.

"Creak—"

The sound of a dead branch snapping underfoot was particularly jarring in the silent mountain forest.

I stopped and looked up.

The vermilion gate of Guiyun Temple was half-closed, its paint peeling. The plaque hanging on the lintel was broken in half, leaving only the two characters "Yun Temple" hanging precariously.

On the stone lions on either side of the gate, two strange talismans were drawn in blood, as if to warn strangers not to approach.

"Playing tricks."

I gave a soft snort, put away my umbrella, and used it as a walking stick, leaning on the ground.

The malevolent energy within his body quietly circulated, blocking all the yin energy that was encroaching from the surroundings.

I had no intention of hiding my whereabouts.

Since the other party dared to steal my client's "things," I'll let them know that some things come at a price.

"Bang!"

I raised my foot and kicked open the half-closed temple door.

Suddenly, the wooden door slammed heavily against the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The temple courtyard was overgrown with weeds, but the main hall, which originally housed the Buddha, was now flickering with a ghostly green candlelight.

A figure dressed in a black robe, with his back to me, was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center of the hall.

On the altar in front of him, there was a glass jar.

Inside the jar, a bright red heart is slowly beating, driven by some force.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The heartbeat was deep and powerful, echoing through the deathly silent temple. With each beat, the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

"Since you're here, why not come in and have a chat?"

A hoarse voice came from inside the main hall.

The man in black robes did not turn around.

But the chilling aura emanating from him locked onto me.

Carrying my toolbox, I stepped across the threshold and into the main hall with a blank expression.

Give me back my things.

I watched that figure's retreating figure, my tone calm, as if I were asking a neighbor for the soy sauce they borrowed: "That's a dead person's stuff. If a living person takes it, it will shorten their lifespan."

Before I could finish speaking, I had already applied force to my wrist.

There's absolutely no need for any extra opening remarks, and there's no need to wait for the villain to turn around and say something harsh, like in TV dramas.

Now that it's been confirmed that he's the one behind this, he's the enemy.

I never show mercy when dealing with enemies.

"call out--!"

A cold light flashed.

That was the willow-leaf dagger I always carried with me, and now I had infused it with all my killing intent.

It was like a bullet fired from a gun, heading straight for the glass jar on the altar.

However, the black-robed man's reaction was remarkably swift.

Almost the instant I raised my hand, his body, which had been sitting cross-legged, twisted to the side in an extremely bizarre posture.

At the same time, he suddenly waved his wide sleeves, and a black, sinister wind howled out, trying to catch the willow-leaf knife.

But he underestimated the mortician's knife.

They also underestimated my murderous aura.

"Ding!"

The scalpel easily sliced ​​through the eerie wind. Although it deviated slightly from its trajectory and failed to pierce the heart directly, it struck the bottom of the glass jar with precision.

"Splash—!!!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out inside the hall.

The specially made glass jar shattered instantly, and the viscous, dark red liquid inside spilled all over the table.

The heart, now freed from its container, slammed onto the offering table with a thud, convulsing violently twice.

At the same time, the eerie green light on the surface of the heart dimmed instantly.

"puff--!"

The ritual was forcibly interrupted, and the backlash came immediately.

The man in black robes shuddered violently, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He staggered forward and nearly crashed into the offering table.

"You bastard! I'll tear you to pieces!"

A roar filled with resentment and rage rang out.

The man in black robes suddenly turned around.

By the flickering candlelight, I finally saw his face clearly.

It was an extremely terrifying face.

Half of his face looked like it had been burned; the skin was shrunken and charred black.

The other half of his face, however, was unusually pale and delicate, even covered with a thick layer of makeup.

Two-toned face?

What kind of weird kung fu does this guy practice to make himself look like this, neither human nor ghost?