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

"Xiao Chen, this is Lin Yue, the youngest daughter of the CEO of Hengda Group in Jiangcheng. She passed away unexpectedly."

My family insists that the drawing must be beautiful; money is not an issue.

Director Wang jogged over and whispered some instructions in my ear, a hint of unease in his eyes.

I nodded and walked to the platform.

The moment my hand touched the girl's skin, the cool sensation between my brows jerked violently.

Not right.

Although the girl appeared to have committed suicide by hanging, the pattern of the red mark was quite strange.

It didn't look like it was cut by a rope; it looked more like something thin and long... slowly cutting into the flesh.

Even more bizarrely, her fingernails were filled with dark red soil, which had a rotten, fishy smell.

After checking the girl's basic condition, I sighed.

"This is another restless individual..."

After sighing for a moment, I went back to my office to get a stack of yellow paper and a box of cinnabar.

Having worked in this industry for a long time, some intuitions are more reliable than eyesight.

The girl's soul is probably still lingering, and... she harbors quite a bit of resentment.

As I mixed the cinnabar, I gave instructions to the apprentices who were cleaning.

"Xiao Zhang, go turn off the light at the back door. I'm staying to work overtime tonight, you guys can go now."

Xiao Zhang paused for a moment, saw my serious expression, and didn't dare to ask any more questions before quickly slipping away.

In the empty morgue, only I and this cold corpse remained.

I picked up a towel, just as I was about to wipe her face, when the girl's eyes suddenly opened without warning.

Those were eyes without pupils, completely white, staring intently at me.

"Girl, settle your grievances and avenge your grudges, but don't cause trouble here."

I spoke calmly, took out a willow-leaf knife, and gently pressed it against her brow, my murderous aura contained but not released.

The girl's lips moved slightly, and she spat out a piece of jade cicada stained with blood.

My pupils contracted slightly.

That's a "cicada-filled container," which was placed in the mouth of the deceased by wealthy families in ancient times to prevent the body from decaying.

But this girl is a modern person, how could she have something like this in her mouth?

Moreover, there was a symbol I had never seen before engraved on this jade cicada, which looked like a spider with a human face.

I stared at the bloodstained jade cicada for two seconds, then picked up an alcohol swab from the tool tray next to me, slowly wiped it clean, and put it into a sealed bag.

"Young lady, this is too hot to handle. I'm just a mortician with a fixed salary; I can't handle it."

I spoke slowly into those pale eyes, my tone completely flat.

The waters of Jiangcheng are too murky. I've just pulled myself out of that mess from the Shadow Sect, and I have no interest in stepping into another quagmire.

The Hengda Group is such a behemoth; the waters behind it are so deep they could drown a person.

My current role is simply that of a craftswoman responsible for helping her leave with dignity, nothing more.

I reached out, slightly channeling my inner energy into my palm, and gently covered her eyes.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. If you have any grievances, go down to the underworld and talk to King Yama. Don't torment this mortal body in the mortal realm."

If you lose your appearance, at your age where you care so much about your looks, you won't be able to face people in the afterlife, will you?"

The malevolent energy seeped into his palm, and the restless resentment seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, and reluctantly retreated.

Lin Yue's eyes, which had been wide open, finally closed slowly under the caress of my palm.

Next, it's time for my main job.

The marks on her neck were deep, a dark purple, and quite shocking.

The long, thin wound didn't look like an ordinary rope; it looked more like it was made by some kind of extremely fine and tough thread.

But I didn't delve into what kind of silk it was. I simply chose the finest sheep hair brush, dipped it in some prepared concealer, and painstakingly filled in the scars.

As for the foul-smelling red dirt under my fingernails, I scraped it off little by little with a nail clipper, and then repeatedly wiped it with a cotton ball soaked in lemon water.

Until the rotten smell completely disappeared, leaving only a faint lemon scent.

The entire process lasted three hours.

When I put down my makeup brush, Lin Yue, who was lying on the table, had changed.

Her bluish-purple complexion was covered by rosy makeup, and the marks on her neck were also concealed.

At this moment, she was wearing a white haute couture dress given to her by her family, with her hands folded over her abdomen, looking as if she were fast asleep.

"That's right, go out looking beautiful, and you'll be reborn into a better family in your next life."

I took off my mask and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Just then, the door to the cosmetic surgery room was pushed open.

When I looked up, I was surprised to see that the person who had walked in was the curator, whom I had barely seen since I joined the company.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in a suit. Upon closer inspection, I realized that this man was Lin Heng, the CEO of Hengda Group.

He looks much older now than he does on TV, and his eyes are red-rimmed.

Although he tried his best to maintain the dignity of a big boss, his trembling fingers betrayed his true feelings.

When he saw his daughter lying on the table, he trembled violently, and the aura he had been maintaining instantly collapsed.

"Yueyue..."

He staggered to the platform, wanting to touch it but not daring to, tears streaming down his face.

"Mr. Lin, your makeup is done, and your wound has been treated. Please take a look and see if there's anything you're not satisfied with."

I stood to the side, my voice calm and neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Heng reached out with trembling hands and gently stroked his daughter's cheek; it was icy cold to the touch.

Then he turned around, looked at me, and his eyes were complicated.

"Master Chen... thank you. Thank you so much."

He pulled a check out of his pocket, didn't even look at the amount, and stuffed it into my hand.

"This is a small token of appreciation for your hard work. If it's not enough..."

"Mr. Lin, I know the rules. The museum has a fee schedule; you can just pay at the front desk."

I pushed the check back; money with karmic consequences is not something I can easily accept.

"As for this..."

After refusing the check, I picked up the sealed bag from the tray and handed it to him.

"This was in your daughter's mouth; it must be a valuable item. It should be returned to its rightful owner."

The moment Lin Heng saw the Blood Jade Cicada, his face turned deathly pale. He took two steps back as if he had seen a ghost, not even bothering to pick up the check that had fallen to the ground.

"How...how did this thing get in her mouth?! I clearly...I clearly..."

He mumbled incoherently, his eyes filled with terror.

I saw it all, and I knew perfectly well that there was something fishy going on.

But I still wore that professional smile.

"Mr. Lin, the deceased is gone and should be laid to rest. Since these are her belongings, you should keep them."

My work is finished, so I won't disturb you and your daughter any longer.

After saying that, I placed the sealed bag on the table next to me and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the mortuary, a chilly wind swept through the corridor outside.

I tightened my coat and felt the cool sensation between my brows twitch slightly, as if reminding me of something.

But I didn't turn back.

Some causes and effects are not that I don't want to accept them, but that once I do, they will never end.