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

Seeing that Zhang Xuanqing insisted, Lu Yan did not force him any further, but simply told him to be more careful.

The meal lasted until after 6 p.m., when it was already getting dark outside, before the welcoming dinner finally came to an end.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Lu Yan offered to drive Zhang Xuanqing and Zhou Ming to the branch office's guesthouse to settle them in, and asked if I wanted to come along.

"You guys go ahead, I won't join in the fun."

I waved my hand and said.

"I'm going back to Tingyuxuan, and I'll check if Li Qing is there."

"Okay, then take care on your journey. Call me anytime if anything happens."

Lu Yan didn't insist. After giving a few words of advice, she led Zhang Xuanqing and his apprentice into the car.

As I watched their taillights disappear around the street corner, I turned around and hailed a taxi, giving them the address of Tingyuxuan.

As dusk settles, the nights in Wuhan always possess a unique vibrancy and energy.

The reflections of neon lights shimmered on the slightly damp pavement, and all sorts of pedestrians flashed past the car window.

I leaned back in the seat, looking at the bustling city, and felt a long-lost sense of peace.

More than half an hour later, the taxi stopped on the street next to the Tingyuxuan Teahouse.

I paid the fare and got out of the car.

The teahouse on the first floor was doing good business, with several waiters busy attending to customers.

I didn't stay on the first floor, but went straight up to the third floor via the special staircase.

When I reached the familiar door, I took out my key and opened it.

The room was pitch black and very quiet.

I pressed the switch on the wall, and soft light instantly illuminated the room.

I didn't hear the familiar keyboard clicks, nor the electronic sound effects from the game.

The sofa in the room was neatly arranged, and the coffee table was also clean and tidy.

I changed into slippers and walked to the corner that Li Qing usually liked to hang out in.

His high-spec computer screen was black, and there were several empty cans of soda next to it, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I took out my phone and opened the WeChat message chat with Li Qing.

"I'm getting ready to go back to Jiangcheng, where have you been?"

This was the last message I sent to Li Qing before I boarded the plane, but I still haven't received a reply.

I sighed softly and put my phone back in my pocket.

It seems that Li Qing has indeed left.

However, I didn't take it too seriously. The path of cultivation is inherently a solitary journey.

Although we are sworn brothers, each of us has our own path to walk.

Gathering and parting are normal occurrences.

I walked to the coffee table, poured a glass of warm water, and held it in my hands.

Although the room was empty, I could feel a faint fluctuation of energy in the surrounding air.

That must have been a protective formation that Li Qing had thoroughly stabilized before he left. Even if a Dan Realm expert tried to force his way in, it could hold them off for a while.

This guy, although he seems carefree and easygoing, is always so reliable when it comes to getting things done.

After finishing my water, I locked the door, turned around, and went into my room.

The bedroom was simply furnished, with the most eye-catching item being a jade box in the corner.

I walked over and gently opened the lid of the box.

A warm, gentle scent wafted towards me.

The snake egg in the center of the box was lying quietly on the soft cushion.

I stretched out my right hand, gathered the baleful energy with a hint of jade-like luster at my fingertips, and gently placed it on the blue eggshell.

In that instant, I could clearly feel the rhythm coming from inside the eggshell.

It was a powerful, vibrant pulse, like the beating of a heart.

The demonic energy inside the egg is circulating in a very healthy and perfect cycle.

The vitality emanating from within seemed even more vigorous and stable than before I left Jiangcheng for the capital.

It seems that its inherently damaged foundation has been completely repaired by that massive ancient blood and energy.

I smiled gently and withdrew my finger.

If this trend continues, the little guy might hatch in less than three years.

After closing the jade box again, I took my change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

After taking a nice, hot shower, I changed into comfortable pajamas and lay down on the soft bed.

I was originally thinking of sending Jin Wanliang a message to tell him that I was back.

But when I checked the time, it was already past seven o'clock, almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Old Jin is a very busy man. At this hour, he's probably entertaining guests at some event or planning some business deal.

After thinking about it, I put down my phone and decided not to bother him for the time being.

I closed my eyes and focused my consciousness into my lower abdomen.

The evil pill slowly rotated, its golden light appearing and disappearing amidst the jade-colored evil aura, while the cool aura between its brows was as tranquil as a calm lake.

Not long after, I fell into a deep sleep.

……

I was awakened early the next morning by the chirping of birds outside my window.

Although the weather was a bit gloomy this morning, the air was very fresh.

After I got up, washed up, changed into clean clothes, grabbed my car keys, and left Tingyuxuan.

The modified Toyota Prado was parked in a nearby parking lot.

I got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove smoothly into the morning rush hour traffic.

More than half an hour later, the car drove into the gate of Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Although I am now an A-level external consultant of the Folklore Bureau, with hundreds of thousands of merit points and tens of millions of savings in my account, I have no intention of quitting this job.

The lineage of corpse sculptors not only cultivates malevolent energy, but also comprehends the principles of Yin and Yang in the face of life and death.

For me, the funeral home, a place where yin energy gathers and life and death are played out every day, is the best place for spiritual practice.

I parked the car and walked straight to the office building.

Looking at that gray-white main building, I felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

After entering the main building, I quickly walked to Director Wang's office door, knocked, and went inside.

At this moment, Director Wang was sitting behind his desk, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

When he saw me come in, he was taken aback for a moment, then put down his newspaper and said to me with a smile, "Oh, Xiao Chen is back."

Is your relative feeling better this time?

Every time I asked for leave, I used a very awkward excuse. The director knew exactly what was going on, but he never pointed it out.

Hearing the director's slightly teasing concern, I twitched the corner of my mouth.

However, I quickly recovered and, still shamelessly, said:

"I'm much better now, thank you for your concern."

I'm just checking in to report back from work; I can go back to work today.

"Okay, it's good that you're back."

The director nodded and made a mark on the attendance sheet.

"Go to the changing room and change your clothes first."

The museum has been relatively calm these past two days, with nothing particularly difficult to handle.

Go to the cosmetic surgery department and see if they need any help.

I thanked them, turned and walked out of the office, heading to the familiar changing room.

He opened his closet and took out his clean white work uniform.

I took off my coat, tidied up the pocket containing the black bone needles, and then put on my white coat, carefully fastening each button.

Looking at the young man in the white coat with a gentle expression in the locker room mirror, I let out a soft breath.

Chen Yang, the corpse stitcher, has officially returned.