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

I picked up the scalpel and skillfully removed the precarious stitches from the corpse's chest.

Then, I carefully placed the heart back into my chest cavity and adjusted its position.

Although the dead cannot be brought back to life and blood no longer flows, for the sake of maintaining dignity, the return of the five internal organs to their proper places is essential.

This is called a complete corpse.

After I finished all that, I threaded the needle again.

This time, I didn't use ordinary sheep gut thread, but a special thread that had been soaked in black dog blood and cinnabar.

"One needle opens the Heavenly Gate, two needles close the Earthly Gate, three needles prolong life, four needles make ghosts disappear..."

I muttered the incantation for sewing up a corpse under my breath, as the needle and thread moved between the skin and flesh.

With each needle, I infused a trace of my own malevolent energy.

After half an hour.

I cut the last thread.

Looking at the body that had finally been restored to its original state, I gently patted her shoulder.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Your heart has returned; rest in peace on your journey."

Pushing open the heavy door of the morgue, I took off my mask and walked up to Director Wang.

"Director, it's done."

I said softly, my voice revealing an undeniable weariness.

The repeated use of spells, coupled with a major battle, has left me somewhat dispirited.

"The body has been completely stitched up, and there will be no problem with tomorrow's memorial service."

"Hey! I knew you'd be reliable!"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's eyes widened instantly, and his face broke into a wide smile.

"Hey... Chen Yang, you really did a great job this time! Of everyone in this place, you're the most reliable one!"

"No, no..."

I nodded in agreement as I listened to Director Wang's flattering words.

Then, changing the subject, he said, "However, I've spent a lot of time and energy on this body, and now I'm a little dizzy. I'd like to go to the lounge for a nap."

As for the family, I'll leave it to you, Director, to handle things carefully. After all, you're the pillar of our institution.

This compliment made Director Wang feel completely at ease.

"Alright, alright! Go and rest! Your health is the most important thing!"

Director Wang thumped his chest loudly.

"Leave the rest to me, I'll make sure the family is completely obedient! Don't worry about the bonus, you'll get yours!"

Watching Director Wang's excited departure, the smile on my lips faded slightly.

He turned and walked towards the staff break room at the end of the corridor.

……

The lounge was empty. I lay on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

I took out my phone, and several unread text messages were displayed on the screen.

I didn't rush to look at it. Instead, I opened the mobile banking app and entered Jin Wanliang's account number.

Twenty thousand yuan.

For me now, this is not a small amount; it's almost half a year's basic salary.

But I don't feel bad about it, because the money was well spent.

If it weren't for the information provided by Jin Wanliang, I would probably still be wandering around like a headless fly, let alone be able to get to Guiyun Temple in time to retrieve the heart.

"Transfer successful."

Seeing the notification on the screen, I casually sent a text message: "Final payment settled, please check."

Less than ten seconds later, Jin Wanliang called.

I hung up immediately.

Immediately following was a text message: "[Hehe, Brother Chen is indeed straightforward! If there's any business like this in the future, feel free to look after me! Also, a bonus message: Although the 'fire' at Guiyun Temple has been extinguished, it caused quite a stir. There might be a crackdown in the south of the city recently, so be careful of your tracks.]"

I turned off the screen, tossed my phone aside, closed my eyes, and instinctively tapped my fingers lightly on my knee.

Tail……

The words "My master will not let you go" spoken by Yin Yang-face before he died are like a thorn stuck in my heart.

Although that yin-yang face was ruthless and knew how to raise corpse puppets and refine the Heart-Pointed Evil, he was at most a second-rate evil cultivator.

However, someone who can make someone like him willingly call "master" and even risk self-destruction to protect them is definitely not a kind person.

Sitting idly by and waiting to die has never been the style of a corpse sculptor.

Since the feud has already started, we must nip it in the bud.

I began to mentally reconstruct the whole incident.

Lin Tiantian's luck suddenly changed half a year ago, her personality changed drastically, and then she died mysteriously. Her heart was stolen to practice magic.

Behind all of this, there is clearly a huge chain of interests.

The man with the two-faced face is dead. Has the trail gone cold?

No.

The image of the middle-aged woman in the mink coat flashed into my mind—Li Hongmei, Lin Tiantian's mother.

Yesterday, in the morgue, when I returned the expired amulet to her, her reaction was very unusual.

Moreover, the Buddhist prayer beads she wore on her wrist were no ordinary item.

If I'm not mistaken, it was a string of Buddhist prayer beads made from a coffin.

Moreover, judging from its condition, it is a coffin that has been buried underground for many years.

In other words, it's coffin wood that has contained dead people.

This type of wood is extremely yin in nature, and normal people would avoid it at all costs.

Not to mention using it to make Buddhist prayer beads, which are worn close to the body.

Only those who raise ghost children or worship evil spirits would wear it as a precious item...

Most importantly, the aura of that string of Buddhist beads was exactly the same as that of the person with the yin-yang face.

Lin Tiantian's "luck-changing" ritual, the "refining method" of the man with the two-faced appearance, and Li Hongmei's "coffin prayer beads"...

There are definitely intricate connections between these three.

Instead of aimlessly searching for that mysterious "master," it's better to start by finding a breakthrough through Li Hongmei.

Thinking of this, I suddenly opened my eyes.

The memorial service will be held tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.

That was a perfect opportunity to get close to Li Hongmei.

As I pondered, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

I slept very soundly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already completely dark outside the window.

Looking up, I saw that the old clock in the lounge was pointing to 6:30.

I got up and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, and my eyes became clear and gentle again.

As I pushed open the door, I bumped into Director Wang carrying a stack of documents as he hurried past from the other side of the hall, his face bearing a strange expression that was both tired and excited.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Director Wang stopped and stuffed a flyer into my arms, marveling, "Chen Yang, you have no idea how much trouble this Li Hongmei can cause."

For tomorrow's memorial service, she not only invited all the media in the city, but also organized some kind of online cloud memorial service, where you could send an electronic wreath by sending gifts in the live broadcast room.

This wave of gifts alone will probably bring in a million or two.

I glanced down at the form in my hand. It was printed with Lin Tiantian's beautifully edited photos from before her death, and next to it was a line of emotionally charged text: "[Angel with broken wings, disqualified from being human - Farewell to the most beautiful girl Lin Tiantian]".

In an inconspicuous corner, there were the logos of several sponsors, and even a guy from a plastic surgery hospital.

"Business is really booming."