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

Upon entering the house, Lin Heng hadn't even settled in before hurriedly pulling a thermos from his pocket.

Unscrew the lid, and a strong, fishy stench wafts out. Inside the dark red rooster blood, the blood jade cicada has turned a dark purple.

"Master Chen... last night, that bowl of blood... was opened."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Is it open?"

I raised an eyebrow and poked around in the bowl with a disposable chopstick.

"That's because it wanted to come out and drink blood, but the rooster's blood has too much yang energy and burned it."

Jin Wanliang watched from the side, shrinking his neck in disbelief, and chuckled dryly twice: "Brother Chen, you're truly amazing."

Mr. Lin said that last night there was a bubbling sound coming from the bowl, like a little person breathing inside, which scared him so much that he almost had a heart attack on the spot.

I ignored Jin Wanliang's flattery, turned to look at Lin Heng, and my tone became more serious.

"Since the things are buried, let's talk about the funeral tomorrow."

Mr. Lin, the hearse will depart from the funeral home at 5:00 AM tomorrow and head to the Chengbei Cemetery.

Ms. Lin's situation is special. No matter what auspicious burial site you chose for her before, she can only be buried in a public cemetery now.

If you want the entire Lin family to survive, you have to listen to me.

"No matter what happens along the way, the hearse cannot stop, and the coffin cannot touch the ground."

I paused for a moment, then held up three fingers.

I have three requests.

First, the eight people who will carry the coffin tomorrow must be blood relatives of the Lin family, and they must be young men with strong yang energy.

Second, prepare a red silk cloth that is 33 feet long, which will run from the head of the coffin to the front of the hearse.

third……"

I stared into Lin Heng's eyes.

"You must personally hold this bowl of black blood and sit in the passenger seat of the hearse."

At each intersection, drip three drops of blood out the window. Remember, drip, not splash.

Lin Heng's face turned pale as he listened, and he kept writing it down in his small notebook, afraid of missing a single word.

"Master Chen, when...when can this jade cicada be completely disposed of?"

He stared at the contents of the bowl, his eyes filled with terror.

"When I'm buried," I said calmly.

I didn't tell Lin Heng about the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes, after all, it was extremely risky.

Lin Yue is one of the targets of the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes. This jade cicada is obviously a trigger placed by the person who set up the formation, and it will definitely be sensed.

Destroying it rashly will surely alert the enemy.

If the sorcerer who orchestrated this scheme realizes we're trying to break the deadlock, we'll face plenty of obstacles on our path tomorrow.

Jin Wanliang chimed in from the side, "Brother Chen, should I call a few more brothers to come along? I know a few skilled fighters, they all have kung fu moves."

I shook my head.

"Ordinary martial arts practitioners are useless; having too many people will only disrupt the atmosphere."

Boss Jin, keep an eye on the ancient town in the north of the city for me tomorrow. If I'm not mistaken, the core of that formation is in the underground palace.

"The moment we make a move here, the underground palace will definitely react. If you see fog or any other unusual activity over there, call me immediately."

Jin Wanliang's expression turned serious, and he nodded heavily: "Alright, leave this to me. I'll personally lead men to keep an eye on things from the outside."

After discussing the details, it was already past 8 p.m.

Before leaving, Lin Heng took out a thick stack of envelopes from his pocket and handed them to me.

"Master Chen, this is the deposit. Please accept it. After this is done, my life, Lin Heng's life, will be yours."

I didn't look at the envelope; I just gently pushed it back.

"Mr. Lin, let's talk about the money after your daughter is laid to rest tomorrow."

I have a habit of not taking money until the work is finished.

Keep this bowl of blood safe. Go back and continue guarding it tonight. Same rules as before: avoid moonlight.

After seeing them off, I closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

My right hand was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

The malevolent energy within my meridians circulated wildly, while the black bone needles hummed incessantly in my pocket.

This feeling is like a hunter smelling the scent of his prey.

I walked to the table, opened the notebook my grandfather had handwritten, and traced the description of "a hundred ghosts weaving clothes" with my fingertips.

"Using the soul as silk and blood as dye, weave a garment of the underworld, which can conceal one's destiny."

Although my expression remained calm, a hint of coldness still flashed in my eyes.

"Want to knit clothes in Jiangcheng? I won't allow it."

I put away the book, sat cross-legged, and began to practice breathing exercises.

Nothing happened that night, until around four in the morning when I opened my eyes.

Feeling that I had adjusted myself to my peak condition, I didn't linger and reached out to push open the door.

At this moment, a black sedan with its hazard lights on was already parked downstairs.

That was the car Lin Heng sent to pick me up.

The driver Lin Heng sent was a middle-aged man who didn't talk much. When he saw me come downstairs, he quickly ran over to open the car door for me.

"Master Chen, Chairman Lin and the others are already waiting for you at the funeral home."

I nodded and replied, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go."

Upon arriving at the backyard of the funeral home, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Lin Heng stood at the front, holding a porcelain bowl wrapped in black cloth, which contained chicken blood and jade cicada.

Behind him stood eight strong young men, all dressed in black suits with white flowers pinned to their chests.

These are the direct descendants of the Lin family. Although they are all tall and strong, their eyes reveal an undisguised fear in this environment.

I got out of the car and, without greeting Lin Heng first, walked around the black lacquered coffin that had already been prepared.

A thick red silk cloth was tied to the head of the coffin, extending all the way to the hook on the front of the hearse.

I bent down and carefully examined the knot of the red silk.

"The knot is tied very securely, not bad."

After the inspection, I stood up, walked over to the eight young men, and smiled gently.

"Brothers, when you lift the coffin, make sure your shoulders are steady."

If you suddenly feel a weight on your shoulder, or hear someone breathing in your ear, do not turn around or let go.

Silently recite the names of your Lin family ancestors, have you memorized them?

The young men exchanged bewildered glances, until Lin Heng finally barked, "Master Chen's words are orders, did you understand?"

"Listen carefully!"

A few people responded sparsely, their voices carrying very little through the fog.

Finally, I walked up to Lin Heng.

The porcelain bowl in his arms emitted a strong smell of blood, mixed with a putrid stench.

I lifted a corner of the black cloth and glanced inside. The black blood inside was actually rising and falling slightly, as if something below was breathing.

"Mr. Lin, did nothing happen last night?" I asked softly.

Lin Heng swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Master Chen, last night... I kept hearing the sound of fingernails scratching glass outside my window."

As you instructed, I didn't dare to look up and kept my eyes fixed on the bowl of blood.

The sound didn't stop until dawn.

I patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "If you can stay true to yourself, you can save your life."

Get in the car in a bit, and remember what I told you last night.

At the crossroads, three drops of blood—no more, no less.

After checking everything, I looked at my watch; it was exactly five in the morning.

"Lift the coffin!"