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

The person in front was holding a magical artifact that resembled a compass, and the pointer on the artifact was frantically pointing to my location.

"Who goes there? Don't move! This is a routine check by the Folklore Bureau!"

A low shout came from the other side, carrying an air of official authority.

Upon hearing this voice, I wasn't nervous at all; instead, it sounded somewhat familiar.

I stood still, without adopting any defensive stance, and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "It's me, Chen Yang."

The group of people opposite me were clearly taken aback when they heard my voice.

Several beams of tactical flashlights immediately shone at my feet, but not directly at my face.

This is the basic quality of special agents when confirming that the target is not hostile.

The leader quickly stepped forward.

After seeing my face clearly, he immediately turned off his flashlight, and his previously tense face instantly showed surprise and respect.

"Consultant Chen? What are you doing here?"

The visitor was Fang He, a member of the special task force of the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau.

We fought side by side when breaking the "Hundred Ghosts Sealing the Door Formation" in Jinxiuyuan Community and when we fought to the death at the City God Temple.

They are very familiar old acquaintances.

Upon hearing this, the special operations team members behind Fang He also put down their guard equipment.

They stood up straight, their eyes filled with undisguised respect and awe as they looked at me.

Within the Jiangcheng Folklore Bureau, my achievements as an unofficial consultant have probably already become legendary within the special operations team.

"I couldn't sleep at night, so I went out for a walk."

I looked at Fang He, smiled, and said.

"What are you doing in this desolate place in the middle of the night?"

Fang He walked up to me, gave a wry smile, and explained, "It's Director Lu's order."

It is said that in order to prevent evil practitioners or unknown forces from infiltrating Jiangcheng, Director Lu ordered that nighttime patrols throughout the city be strengthened.

Cemeteries, places with a heavy yin energy, are a key focus of our investigation.

He glanced at the hollow behind me that had just calmed down, seemed to realize something, and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"We were patrolling around here when my magical artifact suddenly detected a very pure and powerful energy fluctuation here."

I thought it was some ignorant evil cultivator refining souls, so I quickly led my team to surround them.

I didn't expect it to be you here, Consultant Chen. Sorry to bother you.

"It's nothing, it's just my duty."

I waved my hand, not caring about his misunderstanding.

"I just sent a lost soul to reincarnation, I didn't expect it to disturb you all."

Fang He's eyes flashed with admiration when he heard my nonchalant explanation.

After all, in the current folk customs world, there aren't many who can so casually perform rituals to help the souls of the dead.

"Advisor Chen, I heard you just returned from southern Xinjiang. Were you alright?"

At this moment, Fang He suddenly asked a question with concern.

"We have heard about Consultant Li's situation. The bureau has arranged the best resources for him, so please don't worry too much."

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

I nodded, and looking at Fang He's slightly tired but still resolute face, I also took the opportunity to ask him a question.

"The situation in Jiangcheng is relatively stable now, and the remnants of the Shadow Sect have been basically wiped out."

However, you should still pay attention to safety during your night patrols. If you encounter a situation you are unsure about, do not engage in a direct confrontation; instead, call for backup immediately.

"Understood! Thank you for the reminder, Consultant Chen."

Fang He straightened up and responded seriously.

"Alright, you guys continue your patrol, I should head back too."

I didn't linger any longer. I said goodbye to Fang He and the others, then turned around and walked back to where I had parked.

I got into the driver's seat of the Toyota Prado and started the car.

The headlights pierced the heavy darkness of the suburbs, and the roar of the engine sounded exceptionally clear on the quiet dirt road.

I held the steering wheel with one hand and gently rubbed my temples with the other.

Although the technique of sewing oneself is powerful, the process is extremely dangerous.

To be on the safe side, we shouldn't rush into this.

I need to gather a few more cool scents as a base.

It's getting late, and I have to go to the funeral home to cancel my leave tomorrow, so I'll call it a day for tonight.

Having made up my mind, I stepped on the gas, and the car smoothly entered the ring expressway, heading towards the old street.

When I got back to Tingyuxuan, it was almost 1 a.m.

The teahouse lobby on the first floor was dark, with a faint aroma of aged tea filling the air.

I went up the wooden stairs to the third floor and returned to my bedroom.

First, I went to the bathroom and took a nice hot shower to wash away the dew and mud I had picked up in the wilderness.

After drying my hair, I went to the jade box in the corner.

I lifted the lid and glanced at the blue snake egg inside. After confirming that its life force was still stable and strong, I left it alone.

After that, I lay down on the bed, cleared my mind, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the clear chirping of birds outside my window.

I opened my eyes to find sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains, filling half the room.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it; it was eight in the morning.

After getting up and washing up, I changed into a clean and refreshing set of casual clothes.

After grabbing a quick bowl of hot dry noodles at the entrance of the old street, I drove slowly towards Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

I took nearly a month off and experienced a life-or-death situation in southern Xinjiang.

I finally have time to cancel my fake ID and, by the way, return to my public identity as an "embalmer".

A little after nine o'clock, my car slowly drove into the gate of the funeral home.

As soon as I parked the car in the open-air parking lot and got out of the car, I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Chen?"

I turned my head and saw Uncle Qin, the gatekeeper, standing at the entrance of the security room, holding a chipped enamel mug and looking at me with a surprised expression.

He still had half a cigarette dangling from his mouth, oblivious to the ash almost falling onto his clothes.

I walked over with a peaceful smile and greeted him, "Good morning, Uncle Qin."

"What do you mean 'early'? It's already so late."

Grandpa Qin placed the teacup on the windowsill and looked me up and down several times, as if he didn't recognize me.

"You little rascal, I haven't seen you for over a month!"

I was just talking to Lao Zhang, saying, "Did you think this place was unlucky, so you quit and went off somewhere to make a fortune?"

I smiled and explained, "How could that be? What big fortune?"

There was a bit of an emergency back home recently, so I went back to help with some trivial matters, which took up some time.

"I just finished my work and rushed back to report."

"Oh, something happened back home? I really have to go back and visit. Filial piety is the most important virtue."

Grandpa Qin nodded in sudden realization, then lowered his voice and leaned closer mysteriously.

"Hurry up and go to the director's office. Old Wang doesn't seem to be in a good mood today. He's been looking sullen since early this morning."

"You'd better be smart when you go to report back from leave."