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

So this guy rushed over early this morning, seemingly to confront Li Qing and demand an explanation.

But actually, their real intention wasn't what they seemed; they were specifically targeting me.

Moreover, I do have a bit of PTSD now regarding the "small job" that Jin Wanliang mentioned.

Since I met him, nothing I've encountered has been small.

When the Lin Yue incident happened, I thought the biggest thing was the "Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes" incident, but it turned out to involve the century-old tomb of the Left General from the late Ming Dynasty, which led to the discovery of the guardian of the tripod, who almost lost his life there.

Later, the Red Phoenix Curse incident was supposedly a simple matter of dealing with a corpse, but it turned out to be a trap set by the Shadow Sect.

Then came the Zhou family's witchcraft case, which claimed that a wealthy merchant was ill, but the mastermind behind it all was actually the Holy Maiden of Wandie Valley.

Every time he describes something as trivial and lucrative, it almost always ends up revealing a whole host of serious problems.

I picked up my teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and continued to stare at him with that suspicious look.

"Old Jin, are you sure this is really a small job?"

I looked at him with a half-smile, my voice gentle, but the meaning behind my words was very clear.

"You didn't come here specifically to have me clean up your mess because you couldn't handle it, did you?"

When I stared at him like that, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Jin Wanliang's round, chubby face.

He clearly remembered his previous "criminal record," coughed twice guiltily, and his eyes darted away slightly.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran who had been navigating the world for many years, and his skin was incredibly thick.

In just a moment, he regained his confident demeanor and patted his broad chest vigorously.

"Brother Chen, what are you saying? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would betray my brothers?"

Jin Wanliang spoke with righteous indignation.

"I assure you this time, it's absolutely a 100% small job!"

It's just going to a place on the outskirts of the city to help a small business owner fix some minor, unsavory feng shui issues, and incidentally, to maintain order.

With your current strength, if you just stand there, what kind of monsters and demons wouldn't have to back down?

"That was a piece of cake!"

Seeing his confident demeanor, my doubts lessened somewhat.

Anyway, nothing major has happened these past few days, and since he's already put it that way, there's no harm in going out for a trip.

"Alright."

I nodded and agreed, then glanced at the clock on the wall.

"For a small job, there's no rush, right?"

I have to go to work first, and we'll talk about it when I get back this afternoon.

When I said that, I was actually testing Jin Wanliang a bit.

"Absolutely no problem!"

When Jin Wanliang saw that I was about to agree, he immediately beamed with joy, and the fat on his face squeezed together.

"This job was originally scheduled for the evening, so it wouldn't be appropriate to go during the day."

"Go to work and relax, we'll talk more tonight."

"OK."

Seeing Jin Wanliang's reaction, I was completely relieved.

Immediately, I stood up and grabbed my car keys.

Ignoring Li Qing and Jin Wanliang's continued bickering in the hall, I pushed open the wooden door and drove slowly towards Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

The streets of Jiangcheng were already bustling with activity in the early morning, with a constant flow of traffic.

I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the morning breeze seeping in through the cracks in the car window, and felt completely at peace.

Upon arriving at the funeral home, we checked in, changed clothes, and everything seemed so orderly and routine.

Director Wang seemed to be in a very good mood today. When he saw me walk in, his round face immediately lit up with a smile, and he greeted me warmly.

"Oh, Xiao Chen is here."

Director Wang patted my shoulder, his tone revealing undisguised reliance on me.

"Today the museum took on a rather tricky job, involving a young worker who had an accident on a construction site."

The family members are very emotional and insist on leaving the deceased with a complete body.

Old Zhang and the others shook their heads when they saw this; it really is you who has to take on this major responsibility.

"No problem, Director, leave it to me."

I smiled and nodded, agreeing.

After putting on a white coat, gloves, and a mask, I entered the cosmetology room and stood in front of the mutilated body.

This was indeed a gruesome remains, with huge wounds tearing open the chest and abdomen, and the flesh turned inside out.

But as I watched all of this, I felt no emotion whatsoever.

After that, I picked up a regular suture needle, threaded on special sutures, and began the repair work, stitch by stitch.

Throughout the entire stitching process, I did not use any evil energy or any magic.

I am simply using the suturing techniques my grandfather taught me, along with my profound understanding of human anatomy, to perform the purest form of physical suturing.

However, during this process, I truly experienced the immense benefits brought about by the breakthrough in my self-sewage technique last night.

Because the meridians in my arms were completely opened, my control over the muscles in my upper body reached an incredible level.

My hands were as steady as a mountain as I stitched, without the slightest tremor.

The force and angle of each needle insertion were extremely precise.

Moreover, even without using any evil energy, the sense of endless vitality makes me feel no fatigue at all during long hours of high-intensity work.

Half an hour later, when the last injection was administered, the body, which had been in pieces, was restored to its original state of wholeness.

When the family saw the body, their heart-wrenching cries were tinged with gratitude.

Director Wang praised me highly, repeatedly complimenting my improved skills.

Faced with this, I simply smiled gently, quietly packed up my tools, and left the cosmetic surgery room.

The day passed quickly in this busy yet peaceful rhythm.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the funeral home building in a soft golden hue.

I clocked out of get off work, took off my white coat, washed my hands, and drove back to the old street.

When I parked my car outside Tingyuxuan and went inside, there were only a few tea drinkers and waiters in the lobby on the first floor. I didn't see Li Qing or Jin Wanliang.

I walked up the wooden stairs to the third floor.

When I got to the third floor and looked up, I realized that these two guys were already waiting for me there.

At this moment, Jin Wanliang was sitting in a grand chair, holding a purple clay teapot, slowly sipping his tea.

And Li Qing, that kid, still hadn't changed out of his hospital gown.

He was sitting cross-legged opposite Jin Wanliang, holding a mobile phone and looking at some information.

Seeing me push the door open and come in, Jin Wanliang immediately put down the purple clay teapot in his hand and stood up with a smile.

"Brother Chen, time to get off work."

Jin Wanliang rubbed his hands together.

"You've had a long day. Come on, sit down and rest for a bit."

Now, let's have a good chat about that easy, high-paying job tonight.

Looking at his impatient expression, and then at Li Qing who was clearly listening intently even though he hadn't said anything, I shook my head helplessly.

It seems tonight is destined to be another turbulent night.

I sat down next to Li Qing, my gaze falling on Jin Wanliang.

"Speak, what is it?"