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

I thought that by returning the Blood Jade Cicada, I could finally find peace and quiet.

But I ultimately underestimated the power of capital, and I also underestimated the social reach of that old rascal Jin Wanliang.

The following evening, a light drizzle began to fall in Jiangcheng.

I had just finished cooking a bowl of noodles and hadn't even had a chance to pick up my chopsticks when I heard a series of car doors slamming shut downstairs.

In this dilapidated old neighborhood, such noises sounded particularly jarring.

Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on my door.

The rhythm was steady, three long knocks followed by two short ones, clearly indicating that someone who knew the proper etiquette was knocking.

I sighed, put down the bowl, walked over, and opened the door.

What came into view was an unexpected face.

Wanliang of gold.

Outside the door, Jin Wanliang, dressed in an elegant Tang suit, held a large black umbrella in his hand, his face plastered with a mercenary smile that did not inspire disgust.

Behind him, Lin Heng, wrapped in a dark black cashmere coat, looked even worse than he had at the funeral home the day before, exuding an aura of deathly desolation.

I instantly understood why they had come.

After sighing again, I said, "Mr. Jin, Mr. Lin, it's late at night, and the hallway is very humid. Please come in and have a seat."

I stepped aside and let them into the rented room.

The room was very simple, with a bed, an old sofa, and a table full of uneaten noodles.

Lin Heng, who usually frequents five-star hotels, sat on this old sofa filled with the smell of cooking oil without showing any disgust. On the contrary, he seemed a little uneasy.

Jin Wanliang leaned the umbrella against the door, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled, "Brother Chen, don't blame me for coming uninvited. It's just that Chairman Lin... sigh, Chairman Lin, you can talk to Brother Chen yourself."

Lin Heng raised his head, and his eyes, which had once dominated the business world, were now bloodshot.

He suddenly stood up and gave me a deep 90-degree bow.

"Master Chen, please save the Lin family."

I quickly stepped aside and avoided the greeting.

"Mr. Lin, that's too harsh. I'm just a mortician; I only know how to transport the dead, not how to save the living."

I've already taken care of what happened yesterday; we're even now.

I spoke at my usual slow and deliberate pace, sounding calm but clearly indicating my refusal.

Lin Heng gave a bitter laugh and took out the sealed bag from his coat pocket. The Blood Jade Cicada lay quietly inside.

But in the dim light, the red on the jade cicada seemed to flow, like a living, blood-red spider.

"Master Chen, after you returned my things yesterday, I dreamed about Yueyue last night."

She was wrapped in red silk threads all over her body and stood by my bedside all night, constantly saying, "Daddy, it hurts so much."

This morning when I woke up, I found something on my neck...

He trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt collar, and my pupils contracted slightly.

A thin red mark appeared on his neck, exactly the same as the wound on Lin Yue's corpse.

Even more bizarrely, the red mark was slowly wriggling, as if a red worm had burrowed under the skin.

Jin Wanliang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Chen, I also consulted a few feng shui masters, but as soon as they heard the words 'Chengbei Ancient Town,' they immediately closed their doors to visitors."

Brother, I know you're really capable. If this works out, Chairman Lin has promised this amount...

He quietly made a single gesture.

Ten million.

Looking at the red mark, I knew in my heart that this was no ordinary curse.

This is a fate contract. Someone used Lin Yue's death as a pretext to lock the entire Lin family's fortune into that blood jade cicada.

If Lin Yue is not buried, or if she is buried in the wrong way, the members of the Lin family will be strangled one by one.

"Mr. Lin, tell me honestly, where did that jade come from?"

I walked to the table, poured two glasses of water, and handed them to them.

Lin Heng took the water glass, his hands trembling slightly.

"It was... it was dug out from a collapsed underground palace when the construction was being carried out in the ancient town in the north of the city."

At the time, several workers in the project department went crazy. I... I listened to a sorcerer who said that this jade could suppress the wealth energy in the earth's veins, so I kept it.

Who knew...who knew that the first person to die would be my daughter!

In the end, the middle-aged man covered his face and burst into tears.

I didn't say anything, I just stared quietly at the blood jade cicada.

The cool sensation between my brows was throbbing wildly, and the black bone needles in my pocket were faintly warming up.

This thing is truly incredibly malevolent.

"Mr. Jin, please take Mr. Lin back."

I suddenly spoke up.

Jin Wanliang was stunned: "Brother Chen, what you're doing..."

"Mr. Lin, I'll take this job."

I interrupted Jin Wanliang and looked at Lin Heng.

"Tomorrow is Lin Yue's funeral, and I will go to the cemetery with her."

Take this jade back with you. Soak it in rooster blood tonight, and don't let it see the moonlight.

If you're still alive and seeing me tomorrow morning, we'll talk about the rest.

Lin Heng seemed to have grasped a lifeline, nodding repeatedly and thanking Jin Wanliang profusely as he was helped away.

After they left, the house became quiet again.

Looking at the bowl of noodles that had become mushy, I lost my appetite.

I walked to the window and watched Jin Wanliang and Lin Heng's figures gradually disappear, while constantly stroking the scalpel in my hand.

"Human-faced spider... another one of these strange creatures."

I agreed to help, not only because of the ten million, but also because of the red marks on Lin Heng's neck.

These symptoms reminded me of an extremely insidious formation recorded in my grandfather's notes—"Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes".

This formation requires a large number of virgin souls born in yin years, yin months, and yin days as threads to weave a yin-evil garment that covers the sky and the sun.

When the formation was completed, all those whose souls had been extracted by the Hundred Ghosts Robe had symptoms similar to Lin Heng's, with moving red marks on their necks.

Once the formation is successfully activated, the user will die instantly, their soul becoming nourishment for the formation.

The formation is currently not yet complete, so it only affects those who are already connected to it.

That is, the Lin family.

I frowned, deep in thought.

If it really is that kind of thing, once it takes shape, it could affect half of Jiangcheng.

Although I, Chen Yang, am not some great hero, I cannot stand idly by and do nothing about this kind of thing while living in this world.

Since this dirty thing has ended up in my hands, I might as well sew it up.

I sat back on the sofa, took out the black bone needle, and flicked it lightly with my fingertip.

……

The next day, in the evening.

I had just parked my old, eight-times-used Santana when I saw that familiar black Rolls-Royce parked next to the trash can downstairs in my rented apartment.

When I went upstairs, Jin Wanliang and Lin Heng were already waiting at the entrance of the building.

Lin Heng wore a turtleneck sweater today, covering his neck completely.

His eyes were sunken, and his heels didn't touch the ground when he walked; these were signs that half of his soul had been taken away.

"Mr. Lin, it seems you didn't have a peaceful night."

As I took out my keys to open the door, I slowly greeted them.