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

Li Qing didn't even look up, her eyes glued to her phone screen, but her mouth was still running:

"Old Chen, you're finally back."

That broken knife you left in the house is really causing trouble every day.

When I was taking a nap in the afternoon, I could feel waves of cold air coming out of the next room, so cold that I had to cover myself with two blankets.

The murderous aura emanating from that fierce soldier almost turned this third floor into a freezer.

I picked up the small cup of tea that Jin Wanliang handed me, smelled it, and chuckled softly:

"It absorbs the evil energy, so it's normal for it to be a bit fierce."

However, this is indeed a problem.

I took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and turned to look at Jin Wanliang:

"Old Jin, it's good that you're here today, so I don't have to make a special trip to find you."

That black knife is too ferocious. I'm afraid it will cause trouble if I leave it lying around in the room like this for too long.

And...it's not convenient for me to take it out normally.

Jin Wanliang stopped playing with the walnuts in his hands, moved slightly closer, and a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes:

"Brother Chen, do you mean... you want to find a suitable case for it?"

"right."

I nodded.

"It would be too much trouble to have Li Qing set up a feng shui formation in the house to suppress it, and it would only be a temporary solution."

I can't possibly carry a formation plate around everywhere I go, can I?

The only solution is to forge a special scabbard.

This scabbard must not only perfectly contain its overwhelming ferocity, but also be able to subdue it.

When I took it out, it looked like an ordinary object.

At this point, I paused, looking at Jin Wanliang:

"Old Jin, you know a lot of people from all walks of life, and you have many connections."

Are there any craftsmen in Jiangcheng who can take on this job?

Jin Wanliang stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

His smile faded slightly, and he looked somewhat serious.

"Brother Chen, Li Qing just told me about that knife of yours."

A ferocious beast of that level wouldn't even warrant a scabbard from an ordinary blacksmith shop.

The mere sight of that knife placed in the shop was enough to scare the blacksmith to death.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then said:

"If we're talking about a craftsman in Jiangcheng who has the ability and understands the rules of our circle, there's probably only one person at most."

Besides, you know this person, Brother Chen.

"Old Man Huo?"

The image of a thin, eccentric old man immediately came to mind.

"Yes, it's him."

Jin Wanliang nodded.

"His skills are absolutely top-notch in our Jiangcheng area."

Moreover, his ancestors had a tradition of this.

At this moment, Li Qing finally finished the game he was playing.

He tossed his phone onto the table and interrupted:

I think it's unlikely.

Old Chen's black knife last night could slice through solid steel pipes like it was tofu.

Moreover, the ferocity contained within it is far beyond what Old Chen's few willow-leaf knives can match.

Faced with such a formidable weapon, a force unseen in a century, my small frame couldn't possibly hold my own.

"What you say makes sense."

Jin Wanliang did not refute, but nodded in agreement.

"That's why I didn't dare to make any guarantees just now."

Whether Old Man Huo has the ability to subdue this knife remains to be seen; we'll have to let him see for himself.

Upon hearing this, I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers lightly on the edge of the tea tray, and quickly made a mental calculation.

Actually, even if Old Man Huo can't take this job, I have another backup option in mind.

That was Tiangong, a top expert from the General Administration.

Last time I went to the Beijing General Bureau, I was invited by Tian Gong to help him appraise a mysterious stone tablet engraved with a flawed soul-sewing technique.

Because of that incident, he not only gave me a lightning-struck wooden buckle, but also made it clear that he owed me a favor.

As a top master in this field, if Tiangong were to take action, it would be no small feat, let alone a scabbard for suppressing evil spirits.

Even if we were to forge a new scabbard for this black sword, that would be a piece of cake.

Asking him to make a scabbard for me now would be far from difficult; in fact, it would be a piece of cake.

However, Jiangcheng is a long way from Beijing, and going back and forth would be too much of a hassle.

More importantly, it was a favor done by a high-ranking official in the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television...

Using it only to make a scabbard feels like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Good steel should be used where it's most needed, and it's more worthwhile to save the favors and connections you've made for a more crucial time later.

Therefore, if Old Man Huo can resolve this issue, it would naturally be the best option.

"OK."

I stopped tapping on the table, stood up, and said crisply and decisively.

"Anyway, like Lao Jin said, we have nothing else to do, so let's just take a stroll."

I'll go get the knife right now, let's go try our luck with Old Man Huo together."

"Alright, I'll go get the car then. We can find a place to have a meal there tonight."

Jin Wanliang stood up with a smile and put the walnuts into his pocket.

Li Qing stretched and yawned: "Fine, I'll go. I'll just freeze inside anyway."

"Let's go, let's go meet that old man Huo."

I turned and went into the bedroom.

The temperature inside the room was indeed several degrees lower than outside, and the air was filled with a faint, sweet, fishy smell and a chilly atmosphere.

I walked to the corner of the wall, where the black knife stood silently.

Picking up the knife, I went into Li Qing's room and rummaged through a corner of his room for a guitar case that had been gathering dust for a long time, which I used to store the knife.

After securing the black knife in the guitar case, I slung it over my shoulder along with the guitar case and walked out of the room.

After going downstairs and walking out of the alley, Jin Wanliang had already started the car.

Li Qing and I opened the car door and got in.

The car started and smoothly glided into the night of Jiangcheng.

We headed north, passing through the bustling, neon-lit city center.

The surrounding buildings began to get lower and lower, and the streetlights gradually became sparse and dim.

After driving for about forty minutes, we arrived at a desolate, abandoned industrial area.

Jin Wanliang skillfully steered the car onto a narrow road filled with coal ash and broken bricks.

Finally, I stopped in front of that familiar red brick building.

"We've arrived. This old guy has a really strange temper. I'll sound him out first when we go in, so don't rush to pull out your weapons."

Jin Wanliang turned off the engine, turned to Li Qing and me and gave us some instructions, then got out of the car.

I carried my guitar bag and followed behind Li Qing.

Reaching the iron gate, Jin Wanliang raised his foot and kicked it three times at a specific spot below the gate, two hard and one light.

"Creak—"

With a screeching sound of metal scraping, the iron door was pulled open a crack from the inside.

A wave of heat, carrying a strong smell of burning and metal, instantly hit you, making you squint your eyes.