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

I leaned back on the sofa, shifting to a more comfortable position, and said with a calm smile:

"I'm doing well. I can eat and sleep well. I even ate an apple just now."

The doctor said I'm recovering quickly and I estimate I can be discharged after a few more days of observation.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I didn't waste any more time and quickly got to the point:

"I called you because I wanted to ask you about something."

"What is it? Tell me," Lu Yan said.

Following her lead, I asked directly:

"I want to ask you, do you know if there is a senior Taoist master in Maoshan with a Taoist name similar to 'Qingyun'?"

He is probably around sixty or seventy years old, or even older.

After hearing my question, there was a brief two-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if Lu Yan was searching her mind for information about high-ranking figures in Maoshan.

Soon, Lu Yan's voice came again, her tone carrying a hint of certainty:

"There is indeed a senior in Maoshan with the Taoist name Qingyunzi."

Moreover, this senior is of very high seniority; he is the junior brother of the current head of the Maoshan sect.

Lu Yan paused briefly, seemingly recalling some gossip from her elders' casual conversations, before adding:

"I've heard some elders in the mountains mention that this Senior Qingyunzi was known for his fiery temper when he was young, and his mastery of talisman techniques was unparalleled."

However, for some reason, he stopped being active in the folk culture scene and spent most of his time in seclusion in the back mountains of Maoshan, where few people could see him.

Judging by his age, he's definitely an old-fashioned person.

At this point, Lu Yan changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat curious:

Why are you suddenly asking about this person?

"Haven't you been lying in bed these past few days? How did you get involved with some senior figure from Maoshan?"

Considering that Lu Yan was unaware of the construction site commission and the origin of the black knife.

To avoid making things too complicated, and to prevent her from having to worry about me in her busy schedule, I decided to simplify things over the phone:

"Actually, it's nothing serious."

That was the day in Qingshi Town, after I escaped from the mine, wasn't I surrounded and attacked by the guardians of the cauldron?

It was this senior Qingyun who suddenly arrived and lent me a helping hand; it was a life-saving grace.

After a pause, I continued:

"The situation was too chaotic at the time, and I was seriously injured, so I didn't have time to properly thank them before they left."

I'm not sure where they came from, so I wanted to ask you for information.

Once I find out who they are, I'll have a clear place to go if I want to repay their kindness after I recover from my injuries.

Surely we can't not even know who our savior is?

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan chuckled softly on the other end of the phone.

"Alright, since it's a life-saving favor, we should definitely investigate it thoroughly."

Lu Yan said with a smile.

"Now you know, he's the junior brother of the Maoshan sect leader, and this favor is hard to repay."

Take good care of your injury first. Call me anytime if you need anything.

I have another meeting at the bureau, I'll hang up now.

"Okay, you go ahead with your work, and remember to get some rest."

I didn't bother her any longer, just said okay and let Lu Yan hang up first.

Hearing the busy tone from my phone, I casually tossed it back onto the bedside table.

I turned my head and looked at Li Qing and Jin Wanliang, who were staring at me expectantly.

"Confirmed."

I looked at the two people in front of me, shrugged, and calmly dropped this bombshell.

"Lu Yan said that this Master Qingyun is indeed from Maoshan."

Moreover, his seniority is frighteningly high; he is the junior brother of the current head of the Maoshan sect, and his Taoist name is Qingyunzi.

"hiss--"

Upon hearing this definitive answer, Jin Wanliang couldn't help but gasp.

He subconsciously reached up and wiped his forehead, muttering to himself:

"Good heavens, the junior brother of the Maoshan Sect Leader..."

Compared to Jin Wanliang's shock, Li Qing's reaction seemed somewhat erratic.

He first clicked his tongue in amazement, then leaned back in his chair.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the view outside the window, his expression growing increasingly strange.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really interesting."

Li Qing dragged out the sound, and his ghost brain began to activate.

"This patriarch of Maoshan actually went to a dilapidated construction site in Jiangcheng to set up a stage and put on a show."

Moreover, he even personally took to the stage, playing a swindler and conman, and was so terrified by the evil spirit that he wet himself...

Just so I could conveniently lure you down there and give you that deadly black knife.

The more Li Qing talked, the more outrageous it seemed.

He suddenly sat up straight, leaned close to me, and stared intently at my face, scrutinizing it:

"Then, a few days ago in Qing Shi Town, it was this same ancestor who appeared out of nowhere at the critical moment and saved your life once again."

"I'm telling you, Old Chen..."

Li Qing touched his chin, which had grown some bluish stubble, and said in a teasing and gossipy tone.

"Could it be that you, kid, have some kind of unclear blood relationship with Maoshan?"

Isn't that how it's always written in those novels? All those chosen ones, with some incredibly powerful family backing them up.

At this point, Li Qing's eyes lit up.

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret:

"Could it be... could it be that the Maoshan sect leader I met briefly was your long-lost maternal grandfather?"

So that's why he sent his junior brother to secretly protect you, delivering equipment and experience points to you along the way?

Looking at Li Qing's face, which was full of gossip and curiosity, and listening to his increasingly absurd speculations.

My thoughts, which were still sorting through the clues in my mind, were instantly shattered by him.

I took a deep breath and suppressed the speechless emotion that had just subsided within me.

Then, she rolled her big, dead-fish eyes expressionlessly and stared at him calmly.

I uttered a single word calmly.

His voice was soft, and his tone was as calm as ever.

But the disdain implied in it is obvious to anyone who isn't deaf.

"Hey, don't be so quick to deny it. Art imitates life; maybe I'm right?"

Seeing my expression, Li Qing not only didn't restrain himself, but laughed even more heartily, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Jin Wanliang, who was standing next to us, couldn't help but laugh as he watched us bickering.

The somewhat somber atmosphere in the ward, which had been heavy with discussions of conspiracies and intrigues, was instantly lightened by these few jokes.

Although I was tough on the surface, I directly told Li Qing to "get lost".

But after hearing his seemingly outrageous joke, I couldn't help but start to have my own doubts.

Leaning back on the soft single sofa, I gazed calmly out the window.

My thoughts drifted back to the somewhat dilapidated old Chen family house in Huilongzhai, back to those distant childhood memories.