Qiao Gongliang's task wasn't finished, and the grudges between me and the Coffin Gate had to be put aside for the moment.

At that time, I didn't realize that the contact with the Coffin Gate had become a turning point in my career as a warlock. After that, I truly came into contact with high-level Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren tasks, and began the collision between top-level sorcerer sects, and even the martial world.

Many years later, when I recalled that mission, it was fate that opened the prelude to the continuous collisions between the Two Realms Hall and ghosts and gods, evil spirits, sorcerers, and the martial world. It also began the real brilliance of my martial world career.

Of course, that's a story for later. I still have to slowly tell you the stories of us Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren.

At that time, we sneaked into the morgue according to the information provided by Zhao Ci.

When I arrived, the forensic doctor had already begun dissecting Du Fei's body. I was just about to push open the door of the autopsy room when Ye Yang stopped me. Ye Yang's eyes fell on the forensic doctor's waist, and he secretly transmitted his voice to me, "That person is a government sorcerer. Don't act rashly."

I had already experienced the brilliance of the Jailer and Executioner lineages of the government sorcerers. This was the first time I had encountered the Coroner lineage.

Although I couldn't see any cultivation on the other person, the words "Coroner's Disciple" were enough to make me cautious.

Feng Ruoxing whispered, "Zhao Ci has already had a hacker infiltrate the surveillance system. We have half an hour."

I nodded slightly and stepped back a few meters, gently waving my palm towards the door of the autopsy room. When the forensic doctor heard the door响 (xiǎng, sound) and looked back, all he saw was a constantly shaking door.

The forensic doctor said lightly, "Xiao Liu, go and take a look, and lock the door."

The forensic assistant was obviously a novice, and he walked towards the door tremblingly, leaning to the side, tiptoeing, and reaching for the doorknob from more than a meter away.

Before the other person's finger touched the handle, I appeared silently in front of him. Before the person had time to scream, he met my ghost eyes, and his whole body went limp and fell to the ground.

Before the other person fell to the ground, I reached out and supported him, taking him behind the forensic doctor.

Sorcerers can sense a person's existence through their aura. I brought the assistant with me to prevent the forensic doctor from noticing that the person behind him had been replaced.

When I appeared silently behind the forensic doctor and raised my hand to point at his acupuncture point, the forensic doctor said calmly, "If you want clues, wait a moment before you act. Otherwise, the clues will slip away from under your nose."

The forensic doctor knew who I was?

I withdrew the finger I had pointed out, and the forensic doctor gently put down the scalpel in his hand, and pulled out a strangely shaped small knife about the length of chopsticks and less than a finger's width from the pocket of his lab coat.

A coroner's autopsy knife?

In ancient times, there were no scalpels like there are today. When coroners performed autopsies, the government didn't issue standard knives. Autopsy knives were generally prepared by the coroners themselves.

Most of the tools were similar, but the tools that truly tested a coroner's cultivation were their unique knives. Of course, there was no unified name for these knives. People in the sorcerer world simply called them "autopsy knives."

"Executor!" Xia Mengying whispered, "A disciple of the Northern Coroner School?"

I had also heard that there were two schools of coroners, the Northern and Southern schools. The Southern school vindicated the living in the Yang world, while the Northern school executed sentences in the Yin world. In other words, the Southern school was good at tracking down murderers who committed crimes among the living, while the Northern school specialized in finding clues about ghosts and gods killing people.

The forensic doctor pressed the blade with his hand and said, "Go to the opposite side of me!"

I turned to face the forensic doctor, and the moment our eyes met, I realized that it was a young girl. I couldn't help but be stunned.

However, a sly smile appeared in the girl's eyes, as if she was slightly pleased that her little trick had tricked me into standing in front of her.

I couldn't see the girl's face under the mask, all I saw was a pair of bright, watery eyes. Someone once told me that girls whose eyes can talk have a kind of lively beauty.

However, what I paid attention to was not her appearance, but her way of doing things.

She was afraid that if she spoke to me in her original voice, I wouldn't believe that she could handle the corpse in front of her.

The profession of coroner, like many taboo occupations, is rarely inherited by women. The biggest reason is that most women's physiques are not as strong as men's, and the blood energy in their bodies is slightly insufficient.

And most of the corpses that coroners need to examine died unnaturally, and they themselves carry resentment, and even become vengeful ghosts guarding the corpses. The Yin energy on the corpses alone is enough to make ordinary people unbearable.

What's more, the ancients had the concept of a complete corpse! In the eyes of the ancients, ancestors must be buried with their bodies intact, otherwise the ghosts would not be at peace.

In ancient times, autopsies often broke the corpses into pieces, but there were no modern corpse beautification techniques, so they couldn't be sewn back to their original appearance once they were broken apart. Vengeful ghosts who saw their corpses being dismembered could easily attack the coroners.

If a coroner's vital energy is insufficient, it will not only be difficult for them to achieve anything in this industry, but they will also easily lose their lives.

That's why I was slightly stunned when I saw that the other person was a girl.