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

The upward movement was very smooth.

The low rumble of the crane motor gradually replaced the deathly silence at the bottom of the well.

The higher you go, the less intense the chilling sensation becomes, as if it could freeze you to the bone.

Instead, the cool evening breeze, unique to the summer nights of Jiangcheng, takes its place.

When I could finally see the wellhead clearly, the blinding white light from the high-powered searchlights erected around the construction site made me squint slightly.

"Chen Yang, give me your hand!"

As soon as they approached the well, Li Qing and Jin Wanliang leaned out.

They grabbed my industrial safety belt from both sides and pulled me up from the deep well.

"Phew...you finally made it up."

Jin Wanliang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked me up and down.

After confirming that I hadn't even broken a single skin pore, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

I reached out and unfastened the complicated safety buckles on my body, taking the long, jet-black sword in my hand.

Afterwards, I looked at the two of them and briefly told them what I had seen and heard at the bottom of the well, as well as my speculations about the seal and the mass grave.

Of course, to save time, I didn't describe it in too much detail, just briefly.

The main point was that this black sword was a talisman used to suppress mass graves.

After hearing my brief explanation, Li Qing and Jin Wanliang's expressions both became somewhat solemn.

While the three of us were talking in hushed tones, Boss Wang, who had been hiding in a safe area dozens of meters away, saw that I had returned to the ground unharmed and jogged over to me.

"Master Chen, Master Li, General Manager Jin, thank you for your hard work!"

Boss Wang had a big smile on his face, but his forehead was covered in sweat.

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with barely concealed trepidation and anticipation, and cautiously asked:

"Masters, I was watching from a distance just now, and it seems that the wellhead is no longer emitting that frighteningly cold air."

So, is this construction site... now considered clean?

I turned around, looked at the anxious-looking real estate developer, and nodded slightly:

"Boss Wang, don't worry."

I've found the source of the strange occurrences at the construction site and resolved it.

The thing in this well will no longer come out to cause trouble.

I didn't explain much to Boss Wang about how this ancient well was actually a sealing center, or that the black knife in my hand was a suppressing object.

He was, after all, just an ordinary businessman, not a monk like those in our circle.

Talking to him about feng shui formations and the backflow of yin energy will only increase his unnecessary panic and doubt.

For employers, they only care about the results; the process is not important.

"Oh! That's wonderful! Thank you so much, Master Chen!"

Upon hearing this, Boss Wang patted his chest with a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face instantly became much more genuine.

"I knew it! The person Mr. Jin recommends is absolutely infallible!"

Seeing his happy expression, I paused briefly before continuing:

"However, Mr. Wang, although the source has been solved, I found something else at the bottom of the well."

Below this well is a very large landfill pit.

It contained an astonishing number of skeletons; preliminary estimates suggest it was a mass grave.

Upon hearing the words "mass grave," Boss Wang's smile instantly froze, and his eyes widened like saucers.

I ignored his reaction and continued:

"Such a large-scale collection of remains involves many issues."

My advice is that you should report this to the relevant government departments as soon as possible.

It would be best to have them send professionals over to properly excavate and dispose of these remains.

However, upon hearing my suggestion, Boss Wang did not readily agree as he had before.

On the contrary, he showed very obvious hesitation and embarrassment.

At this moment, his face twitched slightly, his eyes began to dart around, and he stammered:

"This... Master Chen, reporting this to the authorities... isn't this making a bit too much of a fuss?"

You see, now that you've already solved that source of the problem...

Those bones have been buried underground for hundreds of years without any problems. Let's just pretend we didn't see them, fill the hole with soil, and build the building, right?

Looking at Boss Wang's expression, I knew very well what he was worried about.

For a real estate developer, time is money, and the construction period is life.

What they fear most is unearthing ancient tombs, cultural relics, or large-scale remains during the construction process.

Because once the matter is reported to the authorities, whether it's the cultural relics bureau or the public security bureau, the first thing they will do is to set up a cordon, seal off the site, and completely halt construction.

Such large-scale excavation and cleanup work can take anywhere from a few months to half a year or even longer.

During this period, the penalties for project delays, the interest on bank loans, and the lost wages for workers amounted to astronomical losses every day.

Many small and medium-sized developers have gone bankrupt because construction sites were halted after ancient tombs were unearthed.

This situation is undoubtedly contrary to the original intention of Boss Wang in paying us to come.

I looked at him, but I wasn't angry.

It's understandable that Mr. Wang would react this way.

But I've done what I was supposed to do.

The frequent accidents at this construction site all stem from that mass grave.

The malevolent energy in the mass grave was mostly absorbed by the black knife.

Now that I've taken the black knife, all the evil energy is gone, so naturally there won't be any more trouble at the construction site.

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

I've done what I need to do in my field of expertise.

As for reporting it to the authorities, that was indeed just a suggestion I made out of good intentions.

After all, this is just the method that leaves the least trouble from my perspective.

However, since they are the employers who are paying me, I naturally won't force them if they don't want to listen.

Just as I was about to say "whatever," Li Qing, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up.

He fiddled with the compass in his hand, took a step forward, stared sharply at Boss Wang, and spoke without any politeness:

"Boss Wang, you've got a pretty good plan, but you haven't even looked at the actual situation."

Li Qing pointed to the huge foundation pits around them, his tone serious:

"This is the foundation pit for a high-rise residential building. According to the blueprints, you need to dig the foundation several meters deeper, right?"

The bones buried below weren't very deep from the bottom of the pit.

Even if you fill this well tonight, tomorrow an excavator will dig up those bones again.

With such a large-scale mass grave and so many workers watching over it, do you think you can keep it a secret from anyone?