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

I was raised by my grandfather from a young age.

In my memory, he gave me both strict instruction and tender affection.

He taught me the rules of corpse sewing, the principles of being a person, and engraved the legacy of corpse sewing into my very bones.

As for my parents, I've only met them a few times since I was little; I only know that they're always traveling and working.

It wasn't until later that I learned from Lei Zhenshan that they were actually the elite of the Ninth Division of the Folklore Bureau.

They are carrying a heavy burden in the darkness for the peace of this country.

However, regarding my mother's relatives, regarding the concept of "maternal grandparents".

My grandfather never talked to me about this.

Whenever it's a holiday or I ask him about it out of ignorance, Grandpa always looks into the distance with a very complicated expression.

Then he rubbed my head with his calloused hands and made up some excuse.

Over time, I got used to not asking anymore.

Could it be that, just as Li Qing was making things up, I really do have some kind of unclear and inexplicable relationship with Maoshan?

My mother, or my maternal grandparents whom I never met, really had some kind of connection with the ancestral temple of that Taoist talisman school.

Therefore, the old master Qingyunzi, who had been practicing asceticism for many years, did not hesitate to lower himself and go to the Longwan construction site to put on a show, just to hand over the black knife that was used to suppress the mass grave to me.

That's why he appeared out of nowhere in the desolate wilderness of Qing Shi Town and saved me from the brink of death, just like a divine intervention.

All these coincidences seem to make perfect sense if explained by blood ties.

Thinking of this, I abruptly stopped my wandering thoughts, shook my head vigorously, and shook this absurd idea out of my mind.

I took a deep breath, letting the cool air circulate in my mind, completely sweeping away those distracting thoughts.

Real life isn't like those melodramatic prime-time soap operas.

Compared to this absurd development of family reunion, I am more inclined to believe that Qingyunzi, this old monster who has lived most of his life, has some kind of profound plan that I cannot yet see through.

Perhaps, this entire Jiangcheng is a giant chessboard, and I am merely a piece he casually placed.

Or perhaps the problem lies with the black knife itself.

That knife absorbed the malevolent energy of the mass grave, making it exceptionally ferocious.

As a major righteous sect, Maoshan cannot directly take over.

That's why, taking advantage of Boss Lei's scheme, he conveniently handed the knife to me, a corpse-stitching practitioner who cultivates evil energy, so that I could bear this karmic burden.

However, whatever the truth may be, at least one thing is certain.

I looked up at Jin Wanliang and Li Qing, who were still laughing happily beside me, and said:

"Alright, stop talking nonsense."

Now that we've confirmed Senior Qingyun's identity, that's enough.

I steered the conversation back on track.

"Although this matter is strange in many ways, Senior Qingyun really has no ill intentions towards me."

Not only did they have no ill intentions, they actually saved my life.

I, Chen Yang, will remember this kindness.

I paused, looked at the two of them, and continued:

"That's all the information we have about the construction site so far."

"There's no point in us speculating here in this hospital room."

"So, what do you mean, Old Chen?" Li Qing put away his joking thoughts and asked seriously.

"What I mean is, let's put this on hold for now."

I picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of warm water, and said slowly.

"Anyway, we'll have to go back sooner or later."

Once we get back to Jiangcheng, we'll have plenty of time. We can have Lao Jin use his connections to slowly investigate Boss Lei.

There's no rush for this anyway.

Jin Wanliang nodded in deep agreement:

"Brother Chen is right."

We are currently in the dark while the enemy is in the open, so what we need most right now is to maintain our composure.

As for Lei Hai, I'll arrange for a few unfamiliar faces to keep an eye on him 24/7 when I get back.

We'll know about any disturbance immediately.

Seeing that we had reached a consensus, the atmosphere in the ward completely relaxed.

For the rest of the time, we didn't discuss those heavy topics anymore, but instead chatted casually about some recent gossip in Jiangcheng and our plans after being discharged from the hospital.

……

The next three days passed very peacefully and regularly.

I declined all unnecessary visits and focused all my energy on my physical recovery and nurturing the evil energy.

During these three days, I truly experienced what it means to destroy and then build.

Every morning when the first rays of sunlight shine into the ward, and every night when all is quiet, I sit cross-legged on the hospital bed, close my eyes, and guide the newly generated evil energy within my body to circulate through the Great Heavenly Cycle.

The meridians that had been damaged by Shi Jing's violent internal energy have now become exceptionally resilient after being healed and repaired.

What surprised me most was the quality of my current malevolent energy.

With my persistent and continuous nurturing over the past few days, the faint newborn evil energy within my body has gradually grown stronger.

Moreover, it remains as pure as ever.

Right now, my total amount of malevolent energy is far from returning to its peak state before I went to Qing Shi Town.

However, in terms of the purity and explosive power of the malevolent energy, it is definitely more than one level stronger than before.

The deep, bone-revealing knife wound on my chest has now completely scabbed over and fallen off, replaced by pink new flesh.

Apart from not being able to do extreme, intense pulling, normal movement and even simple exertion are no longer hindered.

My body is like a precision instrument that has undergone major repairs and upgrades, and it is regaining its vitality.

Three days later, at dawn.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was just right.

I changed out of the hospital gown I'd been wearing for several days and put on a black casual outfit that Jin Wanliang had prepared in advance.

The fabric of the clothes is very soft and comfortable to wear.

Jin Wanliang is always shrewd and meticulous in his work.

Early in the morning, he was running around, handling all the discharge procedures and the tedious handover work perfectly.

Not only that, he also somehow got hold of several boxes of supposedly top-quality tonics, a specialty of Hunan Province, and stuffed them into Li Qing's luggage bag.

Actually, I didn't have much luggage.

The most valuable item was the transparent file bag containing the Bureau of Folklore's Class A consultant certificate, the black bone needle, and the mutated pangolin fire-attribute demon core.

As for those willow-leaf scalpels passed down from my grandfather, I have already hidden them back in my sleeves and on my lower back.