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

The people who set up the formation were still watching from the shadows, but fortunately, Jin Wanliang was keeping an eye on things for the time being.

I turned around and waved to the group of Lin family youths who were still in shock.

"Let's go back."

Lin Heng stopped crying, stood up with the help of others, walked to me, and was about to kneel down without saying a word.

I quickly grabbed his arm and smiled gently, "Mr. Lin, I'm just doing my job, there's no need for such a formality."

Lin Heng wiped away his tears and nodded heavily: "Master Chen, from now on, you are my savior."

In Jiangcheng, with just one word from you, the Lin family will go through fire and water!

I waved my hand, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Back in the hearse, I watched the tombstones rushing past the window.

Lin Heng's matter is considered settled, but the sorcerer behind the scenes probably won't let me off the hook.

I looked down at my left little finger, where the ominous line was still throbbing faintly.

"If you want to play, then I'll play with you to the very end."

I closed my eyes and relived the feeling of using the Ghost Needle technique in my mind.

At that moment, I felt as if I could sense every fiber of my soul.

These black bone needles are far more powerful than I imagined.

The battle at the cemetery just now, though it looked mysterious, was actually nothing more than a contest of magic.

However, my altar is rather special; it's the entire cemetery.

The purpose was simply to bring Lin Yue's soul back.

However, my lineage of corpse sewing is not very skilled in the method of summoning souls, so I forcibly borrowed the power of the cemetery and took a shortcut.

However, the black bone needle played a far greater role in this than I had imagined.

Thinking of this, I opened my eyes and said to Lin Heng beside me, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Heng was a little dazed at this moment. He only came back to his senses when he heard me speak, and hurriedly replied, "Master Chen, what can I do for you?"

Without wasting words, I got straight to the point: "At the cemetery, remember to send someone to each grave to offer incense and candles and burn paper money."

Remember, it has to be every single one, otherwise you'll incur karmic debt.

Lin Heng nodded repeatedly, saying, "I've got it. Now, what about what happens next...?"

"The matter is over, and your Lin family is safe now. You can handle the rest yourself according to the procedures; that's not within my scope of business."

Oh, by the way, just a heads-up.

Next time you burn paper money for Lin Yue, remember to burn the kind made by someone in the know, not the industrially printed ghost money. Those things aren't accepted in the afterlife.

Lin Heng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Master Chen. Thanks to you this time. Don't worry, 15 million will be transferred to your account immediately."

"Ten million is the agreed-upon transfer fee. The remaining five million is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it."

I waved my hand: "No need. What we agree on beforehand is what we pay. I don't have the habit of raising prices afterward."

At this moment, the convoy slowly drove into the funeral home and gradually slowed down.

After the hearse came to a complete stop, I opened the door and jumped out.

Before I could even stand up straight, Lin Heng jumped off the car after me, grabbed my hand tightly, and his face was full of gratitude.

The Lin family youths who got off the bus at the same time looked at me with a change from initial suspicion to awe.

"Master Chen, I can't thank you enough. I've already had the finance department transfer the money. Also, if you're not interested in money, I have a 300-square-meter apartment in the city center..."

"Mr. Lin."

I interrupted him, a gentle smile on my face, and gently withdrew my hand.

"There's no need for that. In our line of work, it's all about fate. The fact that I was able to help you resolve this proves that you weren't meant to die."

As for the cost, you've already given me more than enough.

Lin Heng was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to refuse so decisively, but he was also a shrewd person and immediately changed his tune: "Yes, yes, Master Chen is a master, I was just being vulgar."

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll visit you another day."

After watching the Lin family's convoy depart in a grand procession, the once bustling entrance to the funeral home returned to its quiet state.

I tightened my trench coat and turned to walk towards the office building.

Although the morning sun was bright, I felt weak all over.

Although my forceful use of force at the cemetery was domineering, it almost drained the remaining malevolent energy from my dantian.

I urgently need to get myself back in shape.

Back in the lounge, I poured myself a glass of warm water, then took out my phone and dialed Lu Yan's number.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

"Feed? Chen Yang."

Lu Yan's voice was still as cold and aloof as ever, with the rustling sound of turning over documents in the background.

"It's rare for Master Chen, the mortician, to call me first. So, what do you want?"

I smiled, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Director Lu, I've brought a big deal to the Folklore Bureau; I'm sure you'll be interested."

The sound of flipping through documents on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

"What major achievements?"

"A hundred ghosts weave a robe." I slowly uttered these four words.

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"……Where are you?"

Lu Yan's voice deepened noticeably, carrying a chilling aura, "How could such a lost and evil formation appear in Jiangcheng?"

"It's at the funeral home. To be specific, the clues point to the underground palace in the ancient town north of the city."

I fiddled with the black bone needle in my hand, looking at the faint black light at the tip of my finger, and continued, "I just fought the person behind me."

His methods are wild and unorthodox, unlike those established sects with a long history; he's more like a madman who dares to defy fate after obtaining a rare, incomplete manual.

"Madmen are the most troublesome."

Lu Yan snorted coldly, "The Bureau has already detected the abnormal energy fluctuations in the underground palace in the north of the city."

Since it involves the forbidden technique of weaving clothes by a hundred ghosts, its nature changes.

"Wait there, I'm coming to pick you up now. I'll send the action team over to secure the area first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you. But Director Lu, I have a friend of mine keeping an eye on things over there. Tell your people in the bureau not to arrest him."

"Who?"

"Gold ten thousand liang."

"He knows."

"beep--"

The phone hangs up.

I shook my head and smiled. This woman is still as decisive and efficient as ever.

As I put down my phone, the smile on my face gradually faded.

You little brat, do you really think I'd be stupid enough to storm into the underground palace alone and have a life-or-death battle with you?

Are you good at setting up formations?

In this world, you need power and connections.

If you like cats in underground palaces, then wait until I get someone to wipe out your lair!

Even now, there has been no news from Jin Wanliang, which proves that the person behind him has not made any moves.

When it comes to the professionalism of surveillance, Jin Wanliang is highly trustworthy.

Just to be on the safe side, I sent Jin Wanliang another message to confirm the situation. After that, I told him about the Folklore Bureau's involvement and that he could leave once the Folklore Bureau personnel arrived.

Jin Wanliang didn't ask any further questions and simply replied "OK".