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

I slept very soundly and didn't have a single dream.

The next morning, I was awakened by a loud scream.

"Holy crap!! What is this thing?!"

The voice was very familiar, with a noticeable crack, and it was extremely penetrating, pulling me directly back from a deep sleep.

I opened my eyes and glanced out the window. It was already bright outside, and sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

I threw back the covers, wearing loose pajamas and slippers, and slowly walked to the door, reaching out to turn the doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Jin Wanliang sprawled out on the wooden floor of the corridor.

He was still carrying several packed breakfast bags, some of the soy milk of which had spilled out.

His face was pale, his finger trembled as he pointed to the top of my door frame, his small eyes wide open.

"Brother Chen... there's something on your door!"

Jin Wanliang swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

I looked up in the direction he was pointing.

The six-winged golden centipede was still lying obediently in the same spot as last night.

The golden carapace shimmered with a metallic luster under the corridor lights.

Although it was only the size of a palm, its fierce aura as a Gu King, coupled with its unique appearance, made it clear that it was no ordinary poisonous insect.

Jin Wanliang had already suffered a major setback in the Zhou family's witchcraft case, and had just escaped from the vortex of the Southern Frontier.

This is precisely the time to be overly suspicious and prone to misinterpreting things.

Seeing the Gu King perched on my doorframe, he probably thought the pursuers from the Southern Frontier had caught up with me in Jiangcheng overnight.

Seeing Jin Wanliang looking so terrified, I smiled helplessly.

"Don't be afraid, Lao Jin, it's yourself... a bug."

As I spoke, I naturally stretched out my right hand and reached towards the top of the door frame.

Seeing my movement, Jin Wanliang quickly shrank back in fright, afraid that the golden insect would suddenly attack and hurt him.

However, at this moment, when this Gu King faced my palm, it did not show the resistance it had shown the night before.

With a gentle pinch of two fingers, I grasped the edge of its hard shell and removed it from the door frame.

It obediently folded its six transparent wings, like an exquisite piece of gold art, and let me stuff it into my pajama pocket.

"The little thing I brought back from the Lan family is shy around strangers."

I looked at Jin Wanliang, who was still sitting on the ground, explained something, and then stretched out a hand.

"Why did you come so early? Have you made all the arrangements with Li Qing?"

Jin Wanliang watched as I put the Gu King into my pocket, and his eyes twitched violently twice.

He used my hand to get up from the ground, patted the dust off his bottom, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why are you playing with this stuff now? I thought the people from the southern border were attacking again."

Jin Wanliang muttered something.

Afterwards, he composed himself and handed me the breakfast that was still in relatively good condition.

"I've spent a lot of money to hire two top-notch, 24/7 caregivers to keep an eye on Li Qing, and there are also special agents from the bureau guarding the area outside, so it's very safe."

I was worried you'd be exhausted these past few days and wouldn't be able to get up for breakfast, so I specially went to the old street corner to buy my favorite pan-fried buns and soy milk and brought them to you.

"Thank you for your trouble."

I took the breakfast, thanked them, and then stepped aside.

"Come in and have a seat."

Jin Wanliang peeked into my room and his gaze lingered on the jade box for a second.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

"No, no, I have a lot of mess to deal with."

Although the goods in Luohua Town have been recovered, there are still a lot of things to deal with afterwards.

Jin Wanliang waved his hand, reverting to his usual capable businessman demeanor.

"Take a good rest, and call me anytime if you need anything."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the stairwell, his back view clearly showing a sense of fleeing in panic.

I watched him disappear around the corner of the stairs, shook my head, then turned and went back to my room, closing the door behind me.

Jin Wanliang's slightly flustered footsteps gradually faded away in the stairwell until they were completely inaudible before I slowly walked to the table.

Upon opening the plastic bag he delivered, the unique aroma of pan-fried buns immediately filled the room.

I took a bite; the outer skin was crispy, and the meat was juicy.

With a sip of rich, freshly ground soy milk, the warmth rising from my stomach made me feel like I had finally returned to the everyday life of Jiangcheng.

After breakfast, I went into the bathroom to wash up quickly.

After that, I picked up my phone and checked the time; it was just past nine o'clock.

Thinking about it carefully, I haven't spent more than a few days at the funeral home since the City God Temple incident.

Logically, now that I'm back, I should go and report back to the director to cancel my leave.

But recalling those past few days of non-stop, nerve-wracking life-or-death struggles in the mountains of southern Xinjiang...

After thinking it over, I decided to give myself another day off.

"Forget it, I'll report it tomorrow. Anyway, the director will definitely call and urge me if the office can't handle it."

I muttered something to myself in front of the mirror, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Upon arriving at the spacious hall on the third floor of Tingyuxuan, I immediately collapsed onto the large mahogany sofa.

Sunlight streamed through the carved wooden windows, casting dappled patterns on the floor. Tiny dust particles floated in the air, and everything seemed so peaceful.

I did nothing all morning, I even put my phone on silent.

I lay sprawled out on the sofa, staring at the intricate wood carvings on the ceiling, completely emptying my mind.

There was no poison, no pursuit.

There were no complicated conspiracies or intrigues, only the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.

The feeling of relaxation from lying around all morning is an invaluable pleasure for someone who has just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Around noon, I ordered takeout, ate a few bites, grabbed my car keys, and went downstairs.

Driving the Toyota Prado parked at the entrance of the old street, I drove smoothly all the way to the First Municipal Hospital.

Although Jin Wanliang said he had made all the arrangements, his personality made him...

I wouldn't feel at ease unless I went to see Li Qing in person.

Upon arriving at the special department of the First Municipal Hospital, as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw two special agents from the Folklore Bureau, dressed in plain clothes but standing ramrod straight, guarding the entrance to the corridor.

When they saw me, they immediately recognized me as an unofficial consultant who was already well-known in the Jiangcheng branch.

He nodded very politely to me and then let me pass.

I walked all the way to the door of the special intensive care unit where Li Qing was located.

Through the large glass window, I saw Li Qing lying quietly on the hospital bed.

He was connected to various advanced medical instruments, and although the wave line on the electrocardiogram monitor was a little weak, it beat very steadily.