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

The moment the bone needle entered the body, there was no feeling of metal entering the body; instead, it felt like piercing a clump of viscous paste.

With a flick of my left hand, the accumulated malevolent energy surged into the bone needle.

【Ghost Needle - Soul Stitching】!

The dark figure let out a piercing scream, its lunging motion towards me abruptly frozen in mid-air.

On its blurry face, two points of green light flickered violently, and on its body formed from black mist, several dark blue threads appeared out of thin air, pinning it firmly in mid-air like sewing clothes.

In the brief moment it was frozen in place, I had already gripped the scalpel in my right hand.

The blade was drawn, bringing with it a faint, cold glint.

I sprang up from the edge of the bed, my scalpel flashing with a cold light as it slashed diagonally down the shadowy figure's shoulder.

puff-

There was no blood, only a plume of black smoke gushing from the wound.

The shadowy figure was shattered by my slash, and it twisted wildly as its black umbrella fell to the ground.

"You...your needle...is not from the Heavenly Garment Strategy!"

It roared hoarsely, its voice filled with terror.

"No, that's not it. But as long as it works, that's fine, right?"

I replied calmly, my feet never stopping, and the scalpel was once again offered to it, pressed against its neck.

I didn't intend to kill it directly; this operation wasn't originally planned to kill it.

Just then, the sound of heavy boots clattering came from the corridor outside.

boom!

My door was kicked open, accompanied by a sharp, clear shout, and a blinding blue light illuminated the entire dim room.

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Po!"

Lu Yan rushed to the front, holding a talisman that crackled with lightning in her hand, and slapped it directly at the dark figure that was trying to break free from the Ghost Needle's restraints.

Lightning exploded.

The dark figure was already half-dead from my malevolent energy, and now it was struck head-on by the lightning of the Righteous One Daoist technique. Its body shrank by more than half in an instant, the black mist was dispelled, and an old face as dry as withered tree bark was revealed.

It was knocked to the ground by the lightning and rolled right to my feet.

I stepped on its chest, and the tip of my scalpel pressed against its eyeball.

"Director Lu, you used a bit too much lightning magic; you almost demolished my house."

I turned around and smiled at Lu Yan, who was panting and looking anxious.

When Lu Yan saw that I was unharmed, her tense expression relaxed slightly, but she still kept the gun pointed at the monster on the ground.

"Chen Yang! You...you're not hurt, are you?"

She walked over quickly, her eyes scanning me up and down.

"I'm fine."

I waved my hand to indicate that I was fine.

The old man on the ground—or rather, the evil cultivator residing in the shadows—was breathing weakly, his turbid eyes fixed on me, filled with resentment.

"Hehe... lackeys of the Folklore Bureau... you think you've won just because you got the fragments?"

That thing... it's alive... it will eat you all...

As he spoke, black viscous fluid seeped from the corner of his mouth.

I frowned slightly, sensing a strange disorder occurring within his body.

"Director Lu, step back! He's about to destroy his spiritual foundation!"

I suddenly grabbed Lu Yan's arm and pulled her backward.

Almost at the same second, the old man's body began to swell violently.

Countless tiny red dots appeared beneath his skin, like countless insects about to emerge from their cocoons.

A cold glint flashed in my eyes, and I unleashed the black bone needle in my hand once more.

This time, I didn't use evil energy, but instead used the method I had developed over the past few days to stitch the ghosts together.

This method can temporarily stop the flow of the soul's energy, reducing the pain the ghost experiences when it is stitched up.

Simply put, it has a paralyzing effect.

The bone needle pierced his brow with precision.

The momentum of expansion suddenly came to a halt.

I seized the opportunity and lunged forward.

The willow-leaf knife in his hand swiftly sliced ​​through his joints, severing his tendons and cutting off all pathways for him to activate his internal energy.

The old man collapsed to the ground, like a lump of mud. Although he wasn't dead, he was completely useless.

Lu Yan stood behind me, watching my series of smooth and fluid movements, and was momentarily stunned.

I put away the scalpel, casually pulled out the black bone needle, and wiped it on my clothes.

The field team rushed in at this moment, quickly subdued the evil cultivator, and began cleaning up the scene.

Lu Yan walked to my side, put away her gun, and said, "Thanks for tonight... If it weren't for you acting as bait, we definitely wouldn't have caught that old fox."

I waved my hand: "No need. This is not only for the Folklore Bureau, but also for myself."

That old fox has been caught; we can pry a lot of information out of him.

Lu Yan nodded: "Okay. We'll handle the rest of the interrogation."

"Chen Yang, you can't live in this room anymore. I'll arrange a safe house for you at the bureau."

I looked at the mess in the room and gave a wry smile.

"Alright, I'll follow Director Lu's instructions."

However, I have to go to work at the funeral home tomorrow. Could you arrange a place closer to the funeral home?

Lu Yan rolled her eyes at me, seemingly exasperated that I was thinking about going to work at a time like this.

"Understood, mortician. Let's go."

She pulled me by the arm and led me outside, leaving the cleanup to her subordinates.

After I got into Lu Yan's car, she didn't take me to the safe house-like community like last time. Instead, she took me directly to a family apartment under the Bureau of Folklore.

Security here is quite tight; you have to swipe your card to enter and exit. The room is spotless and has a faint lemon scent.

After Lu Yan brought me to the place, she didn't even sit down. She just exchanged a few words with me and then left.

After all, she still had a lot to do at the Folklore Bureau.

The interrogation room of the Folklore Bureau is sure to be very lively tonight.

After seeing Lu Yan off, I took a quick shower and went straight to sleep without even having a dream.

The next morning, I arrived at the funeral home on time as usual.

Although I just went through a life-or-death struggle last night, I can't give up my job as an embalmer.

I changed into my white coat, put on a mask and gloves, and with a needle and thread in my hand, I slowly began to work on a body that had just been brought in on the table.

The air conditioning in the funeral home was very strong, and this cold and gloomy environment actually made me feel quite comfortable.

Around noon, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I washed my hands, took off my gloves, and took out my phone. It was an encrypted message from Lu Yan.

The message is quite long; it seems that the old man vomited quite a bit in the interrogation room last night.

"Chen Yang, the interrogation results are in. That old guy is called Yin Shan, and he belongs to a heretical cultivation organization called Shadow Sect."

This organization has a terrible reputation in folklore circles; they specialize in petty theft, grave robbing, and other shady activities.

I stared at the screen, pondering to myself.

Shadow Sect, the name itself has a shady, underworld feel to it.