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

It seems that after entering the Dan realm, this level of Xuan Yin Sha Crystal can only provide me with limited assistance.

Upon closer examination, the logic behind this is not difficult to understand.

With wider meridians, the absorption rate naturally becomes ridiculously fast.

Furthermore, because the appetite of the Sha Dan was too great, the energy from these two Sha Crystals was barely enough to be considered a snack, far from sufficient to trigger a qualitative change.

If one wants to make further rapid progress in the Dan realm, in addition to accumulating hard work day in and day out, one will probably need to seek out a higher-level opportunity.

Having figured this out, I didn't feel discouraged.

The practice of spiritual cultivation is inherently like rowing against the current; it becomes increasingly difficult as you progress.

I clapped my hands and shook the dust off the sheets into the trash can.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was exactly four in the morning.

Since the effects of cultivation were negligible, I simply pulled the blanket over myself and lay down straight.

Then, I completely relaxed, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept very soundly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already 8:30 in the morning.

The early autumn sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, dispelling the lingering drowsiness.

After washing up, I went to the table as usual to take a look at the blue snake egg in the jade box, confirming that the vitality it was radiating was still stable.

Then, I glanced at the Gu King, who was still fast asleep in the purple wooden box next to me.

After confirming that these two "ancestors" were alright, I finally felt relieved and changed my clothes.

When I went out and walked to the lobby on the third floor, I could still hear the faint snoring coming from Li Qing's room.

I bet that kid spent all night studying that sword last night.

However, I didn't disturb him and turned around to go downstairs.

After grabbing a quick bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks at the old street corner, I drove my SUV to work at Jiangcheng Funeral Home as usual.

Around 9 a.m., the funeral home was already bustling with activity.

I had just changed into my work clothes and walked to the office door when I bumped into Director Wang, who was carrying an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it.

Today he was wearing a slightly wrinkled gray plaid shirt, and the few sparse strands of hair on his head still stubbornly clung to his forehead. He was humming a little tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Good morning, Director Wang."

I greeted him and casually asked him a question.

"Didn't you say yesterday afternoon that you were going to use your connections to call the police and find Lao Zhang?"

What did they say over there? Any news yet?

After all, I still remember yesterday at noon when Director Wang confidently said that he would pull some strings after hearing my lies.

When I asked Director Wang that question, a helpless expression immediately appeared on his chubby face.

He sighed and waved the hand holding the teacup:

"Hey, don't even mention it."

You know how those uniformed people handle things; they all follow the rules rigidly.

I asked a few old acquaintances, and they said it wasn't time yet, and there weren't any obvious signs of a fight at the scene.

"It's still going through the process."

He spoke with great detail and conviction, his tone revealing the kind of complaints ordinary people have about the inefficiency of government services.

Hearing this, although I still harbored doubts, I didn't say anything more.

Logically speaking, Director Wang, as an ordinary leader, has done more than enough for Lao Zhang.

His current behavior is reasonable.

"Alright, then we can only wait for news. Hopefully, Old Zhang will be blessed with good fortune."

I gave a casual reply.

"That's right. Old Zhang was like that too. He seemed like a very honest and simple person. How could he just disappear like that?"

Director Wang shook his large head, muttering to himself as he strolled back to his private office with his teacup in hand.

The rest of the morning, I spent in the suturing room stitching up and reconstructing the faces of two bodies that had been involved in a car accident.

Since there was no evil spirit at play, and it was purely manual work, it was a piece of cake for me now.

Around noon, I took off my white coat, washed my hands, and took my lunchbox to the internal canteen in the backyard of the funeral home.

There weren't many people in the cafeteria. I got a boxed meal with two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, and found a quiet corner by the window to sit down.

I had barely taken a couple of bites when my phone, which was in my pocket, started vibrating.

I took out my phone and saw that the screen displayed Lu Yan's number.

I pressed the answer button, but before I could even speak, Lu Yan's voice came through.

With a hint of fatigue from staying up all night, but also a sense of relaxation:

"Chen Yang, your colleague Zhang Zhi has been found."

My hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly. I swallowed the rice in my mouth and asked in surprise:

"Found them? Are they alright?"

"The person has been rescued and has no obvious external injuries, but is currently in a deep coma."

Fang He has arranged for a special car to take him to a special ward at the First Municipal Hospital, where a dedicated medical team is monitoring him.

Lu Yan quickly reported the situation.

Hearing that Old Zhang was still alive, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

But then, a deep sense of doubt welled up inside.

I frowned and asked the person on the other end of the phone:

"How did you find it?"

Yesterday afternoon at the blacksmith shop, didn't you tell me that Old Zhang's whereabouts seemed to have been completely erased by someone using a clever method?

Whether using modern technology like Skynet surveillance or Fang He and his team using magic to track them, they couldn't find a trace of them.

"How come they suddenly found him after just one night?"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Yan paused for two seconds, seemingly sorting out the logical flaws in the case, before explaining:

"The message came from the technical department."

We have been monitoring Zhang Zhi's whereabouts 24 hours a day with a tracking device until around 9 a.m. this morning, when the signal on the device suddenly fluctuated slightly.

Then, Fang He struck while the iron was hot, immediately setting up an altar and casting the Maoshan tracking spell.

This time, the spell encountered no obstacles and successfully and completely located Zhang Zhi's position.

He was hidden in the basement of an abandoned cold chain warehouse near the exit of the western ring road of the city.

Upon hearing this, I put down my chopsticks and frowned even more deeply.

This whole thing sounds really awkward.

"Lu Yan, don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"

I lowered my voice and said.

"Since the other party had the means to erase all traces yesterday, even blocking your Bureau of Folklore's tracking, it shows that they acted very meticulously and had a mastermind behind them."

If that's the case, why did you suddenly reveal such an obvious flaw this morning?

This is practically like yelling at you to arrest someone.