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

"That won't work."

I shook my head, my expression turning serious.

"This needs to be kept out of sight, especially from sunlight and cameras."

I think it's best if you make an excuse that you're not feeling well and go backstage to rest during the memorial service.

I'll move Miss Lin's coffin to the observation room at the back, so you can handle things there yourself. Only then will the good fortune be firmly bestowed upon you. Do you think that's acceptable?

Li Hongmei hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and snatched the two copper coins from my hand.

"Alright! We'll do it your way! Master Chen, if this really works out, I'll reward you handsomely!"

As I watched her hurriedly stuff the coins into her pocket, the gentle smile on my face gradually faded.

Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant.

Those two coins, meant to be pressed down with tongues, didn't contain any good fortune; instead, they contained a talisman I personally poured into them last night.

As long as she carries the money with her and tries to contact the person behind her, I can follow the trail and expose that scoundrel hiding in the shadows.

I was betting that she wouldn't completely trust me and would take the coin to the "master" to verify its authenticity.

I straightened my collar and glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:30.

The funeral music has already started playing outside, and those internet celebrities and media outlets who came for traffic have probably already set up their cameras and microphones.

I walked out from backstage and through the corridor, and found Director Wang standing at the entrance of the lobby, sweating profusely as he directed the security guards to maintain order.

"Xiao Chen? What are you doing here? Quick, get Miss Lin's coffin ready. The family is about to hold their first farewell ceremony!"

"Understood, Director."

I responded and walked towards the morgue.

After pushing Lin Tiantian's coffin into the farewell hall, I stepped aside and quietly minimized my presence.

Watching Li Hongmei suffer in front of the camera, even fainting several times in her assistant's arms, I felt a sense of absurdity.

This woman is quite a good actress. If I didn't know her true colors, I would probably have been fooled by her act of "losing her beloved daughter".

Halfway through the ceremony, Li Hongmei, as expected, used the excuse of being overwhelmed with grief and feeling unwell to retreat backstage with the help of her assistant.

By the time I pushed the coffin into the observation room, Li Hongmei had already sent her assistant away.

At this moment, she was bending over and carefully taking out the two coins from her pocket.

Hearing the door open, she was so startled that her hand trembled. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was me.

Then, somewhat anxiously, she said, "Master Chen, come and take a look. The red glow on this money seems to be fading."

I walked over and glanced down.

The red light will naturally fade, because the malevolent energy I injected is gradually invading her aura.

"Ms. Li, this is normal."

I explained softly, "It takes time for wealth to enter the body."

After hearing my explanation, Li Hongmei nodded with some doubt, but she continued to stick copper coins to her hands.

The timing is almost right; her current state is what I most want to see.

They are still wary of me, yet reluctant to part with the so-called "wealth."

Staying any longer would be unpleasant.

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

I bowed slightly and left the observation room. "I need to go to the crematorium to get a number. After the ceremony, Miss Lin will be on her way."

I followed the process flawlessly from the beginning.

Encoffining, farewell, departure of the spirit.

After the ceremony, Li Hongmei hurriedly got into a black Mercedes-Benz van without even waiting for cremation.

As I watched the car disappear into the funeral home, I stood on the steps and made a simple incantation with my fingers.

In my mind, two faint but clear red lights were rapidly moving towards the old city area to the north of Jiangcheng.

That was the feedback I received from the tracking demon.

"Director Wang, I'd like to ask for leave this afternoon."

I turned to Director Wang, who was counting the money gifts with a wide grin, and said, "I've been busy for two days, I want to go back and catch up on some sleep."

"Go on, go on! Get some rest!"

Director Wang waved his hand without looking up.

This time, I didn't choose to drive. Instead, I walked out of the funeral home and hailed a taxi.

After getting on the bus, I gave the name of a place not far from Li Hongmei's destination and then closed my eyes to rest.

If I'm not mistaken, the person Li Hongmei is looking for should be the one behind the two-faced man.

The fact that they can teach people to cultivate the Heart-Piercing Fiend and control so many puppets shows that their strength is clearly extraordinary.

If you act rashly against such an opponent without first understanding their strengths and weaknesses, you could easily end up getting yourself killed as well.

Shortly after, the car stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley in the old town.

After I got off the bus, I walked into the alley.

The sense of the lurking evil grew stronger and stronger, eventually pointing to a small courtyard hidden deep inside.

The gate to the courtyard was vermilion, and there was no sign hanging at the entrance, but a faint smell of sandalwood and rotting flesh wafted in the air.

I'm very familiar with this taste.

It's the strange smell produced when a large number of inferior incense sticks and candles are forcibly lit in an attempt to mask the aura of evil spirits.

Looking up, I saw that the Mercedes-Benz van was already parked at the gate of the courtyard.

I frowned as I looked at the tightly closed courtyard gate.

This place looks eerie, let alone being the lair of an evil cultivator.

Neither forcing their way in nor sneaking in is a good idea.

However, now that we know the exact location, and that it's within Jiangcheng, things will be much easier.

I reached into my phone and found Jin Wanliang's number.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

There was a burst of background noise on the other end, followed by Jin Wan's voice: "Hey? Brother Chen? What brings you here today? I heard there was a big funeral going on at your place. Aren't you busy?"

I brought the phone closer to my ear: "Boss Jin, let's not talk about this."

I have an urgent question for you. I'm currently in the old town, near Huai Shu Li, and there's a courtyard with a large red gate. Since you have connections, could you help me find out which powerful figure lives in that courtyard?

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

The noisy background noise suddenly disappeared, leaving only Jin Wanliang's heavy breathing.

After about five seconds, he lowered his voice, his tone becoming serious: "Inside the locust tree... the red gate? Brother Chen, are you sure it's there?"

"I'm sure." I looked at the door not far away and said softly, "The doorway is blood red, and the incense burning in the courtyard smells nauseating."

"Hold……"

Jin Wanliang muttered a curse under his breath.

"Brother Chen, you should retreat first, get away from there. That place is a no-go zone in our Jiangcheng business."

The people living there call themselves "Locust Elder," but no one knows exactly what their background is.

But a few years ago, a ruthless guy who wanted to collect debts there was found hanged from a crooked tree at the alley entrance the next day. His skin had been completely peeled off, and a large hole had been ripped out of his chest.

I raised an eyebrow: "You ripped out your heart?"

"Yes, they took out the heart."

Jin Wanliang's voice was deep, "From then on, everyone in Jiangcheng knew that the big red door in the locust tree was a death trap."

Brother Chen, listen to your brother's advice: no matter what happens, if this person gets involved, you should stop immediately.

You can never earn enough money, but you only have one life.