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

They come, the security.

Moreover, I can use this safe environment to recover my condition.

But before that, I need to see what this masked man has left behind.

I drew the curtains, making sure there were no cameras that could capture any blind spots, before carefully taking the black bone needle out of my pocket.

Under the light, the needle looked even more eerie.

It is jet black, but its surface is not polished smooth; instead, it retains the unique texture of bones.

At the end of the needle, an extremely tiny pattern is engraved.

I leaned closer to take a closer look.

It was a closed eye.

As I gazed at that eye, I suddenly felt a slight stinging sensation in my mind. Immediately afterward, a piece of obscure and difficult-to-understand information, like an electric current, pierced directly into my brain from my fingertips.

Is this... a technique?

As I carefully read this information, I discovered that it was actually a profound folk art of how to stitch together spirits and repair shattered souls.

Its name is... Ghost Needle.

The method of sewing corpses that my grandfather passed down to me was exquisite, but it only covered how to sew up various corpses and never involved the soul.

Even the Heavenly Garment Strategy does not record this kind of folk art of soul-body stitching.

After reading all the information, I frowned deeply.

Therefore, it seems that the bone needle was not left behind by the masked man at all, but was deliberately left there by him.

Is this... preaching?

What exactly does he want to do?

After much thought, I decided to stop dwelling on it.

After all, there is too little information available, and you can't come up with any results by just thinking about it on your own.

After putting away the bone needle, I sat down cross-legged and began to expel the evil energy from my body while practicing breathing exercises.

Half of it is waiting for what will happen, and the other half is recovering my own condition.

I thought someone would come to me soon to ask me all sorts of questions, but I didn't expect to wait for three days.

These past three days, I've felt like an old man who's retired early.

Every day, besides eating, I sleep, and occasionally I watch the guards in the yard from the balcony and count them.

The food delivered from the outpost was quite good, with meat and vegetables at every meal, and even fresh fruit.

However, I did do something, too.

Every night, I would turn off all the lights in the room, hide under the covers, and repeatedly stroke that black bone needle.

This thing is very strange. It not only contains the technique of using the Ghost Needle, but it is also a powerful magical artifact.

Whenever I try to move the evil energy according to the Qi circulation route of the Ghost Needle, the bone needles become scalding hot, as if they are sucking my blood.

But I could feel that the needle was slowly merging with the evil energy in my body, without any sign of repulsion.

In three days, I not only recovered from my previous overexertion, but the malevolent energy within me also became slightly stronger than before.

On the morning of the third day, familiar footsteps were heard outside the door.

It wasn't the stiff, monotonous sound of combat boots, but rather the light, rhythmic sound of leather shoes.

"Click".

The door lock was opened.

It's Lu Yan.

She stood in the doorway, backlit.

I looked up and saw that although her face was still a little pale, her eyes had regained their usual sharpness.

"Chen Yang, you're still not hairy enough?"

Seeing me sitting on the bed looking completely relaxed, she surprisingly cracked a joke at me.

I got out of bed and smiled. "If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll forget how to hold a needle and thread. Director Lu, is everything finished?"

Lu Yan walked in and closed the door behind her.

She looked around the room and, seeing that I was alright, her expression clearly relaxed a lot.

"The dust has settled."

She walked over to the sofa, sat down, poured herself a glass of water, and gulped down most of it.

"A major earthquake struck Jiangcheng Bureau. Director Zhang was taken away directly by the provincial bureau, along with his close associates; none of them escaped."

That ledger is real, and it involves... more people than I imagined.

Director Zhang?!

Unexpectedly, the person involved in this matter at the Jiangcheng branch was Lu Yan's direct superior. No wonder the folk customs bureau personnel dared to directly attack Lu Yan that night.

So it was this important figure who instigated it.

I sat down opposite her and listened to her recount the thrilling events of the past three days.

It turned out that after receiving the roster that day, mentor Qin Lan mobilized the provincial bureau's armed forces overnight to conduct a surprise inspection of the Jiangcheng branch.

Director Zhang originally wanted to put up a stubborn resistance and try to destroy the evidence, but Qin Lan suppressed him on the spot.

It is said that when Qin Lan made her move, the entire Jiangcheng Bureau building was shrouded in a thick layer of blue light, and even the sorcerers bribed by Director Zhang were unable to make a single move.

"Director Zhang has been classified as having committed 'serious violations of discipline and colluding with illegal overseas folk organizations,' and he'll probably never be able to get out of here for the rest of his life."

Lu Yan snorted coldly, her voice returning to its usual chilly tone, "Those other people on the bill won't escape either. The provincial bureau has already issued a document and is investigating them one by one."

As I listened to these official reports of victory, the image of the masked man came to mind.

"What about the one with the mask? Have you found him yet?" I asked casually.

Lu Yan shook her head, her brows furrowing.

"No, the mentor and his team searched the entire area within a ten-mile radius, but they didn't find a single hair."

That person seemed to have vanished into thin air. His supervisor was very wary of him and even went back to the provincial bureau to check his records.

But besides you, there are no other records about the "Corpse Weaver".

The records about you were uploaded to the database in Guizhou Province not long ago.

Guizhou Province...

If nothing unexpected happens, it was Lei Zhenshan who sent it up.

Lu Yan kept talking, then she looked up at me intently.

"Chen Yang, your mentor originally wanted to interrogate you personally."

But I told her that she was just an unofficial member whom I temporarily pulled in to take the fall, and that she had made great contributions in the battle.

"My maternal grandfather also put in a few words, and only then did my advisor agree to let you go."

"Grandpa?" I was taken aback.

Lu Yan turned her head away somewhat embarrassedly: "Ahem, my maternal grandfather is the current leader of the Zhengyi Sect. Instructor Qin Lan received his favor in the past. Anyway, you're free now."

She took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to me.

When I opened it, I found a thick stack of cash, my cell phone, my consultant's credentials, and the scalpel.

"This is your labor fee and compensation."

In addition, I will temporarily serve as the director of the Jiangcheng Bureau, and I will also officially recognize your status as a "specially appointed consultant".

"If you need anything in Jiangcheng in the future, just give me a call."

She stood up, walked up to me, and her eyes became somewhat complicated.

"Chen Yang, thank you..."

I took the scalpel and waved it off.

"It's just mutual help, Director Lu, you're too kind."

Lu Yan snorted when she saw my calm and collected demeanor.

"Let's go, we'll take you back to the funeral home in Jiangcheng."

Your Director Wang has been calling the police non-stop these past few days, saying his most prized mortician has gone missing.