Suddenly, wisps of black smoke rose from the coffin, slowly merging in the air until they solidified into a distinct form.

Zhou Huan let out a breath of relief; he had finally found a clue. However, this spectacle terrified the surrounding bodyguards, who quickly retreated from Zhou Huan’s vicinity. Meanwhile, Dongzi was happily burning joss paper, humming a little tune as he did so.

"Huh?" The bodyguards gasped in disbelief, seemingly in unison. "Master Zhou brought the Boss back to life."

Zhou Huan’s method had coaxed out one of Elder Sun's souls. He watched as the black smoke coalesced into an apparition, but strangely, this Elder Sun figure couldn't speak or communicate with Zhou Huan, merely making inexplicable gestures.

"Brother, this guy is completely unresponsive," even Dongzi noticed the lack of interaction.

Zhou Huan held his compass, murmuring, "Elder Sun, I need you to help me find your other souls now. You can temporarily reside upon my compass."

Everyone watched Zhou Huan. They saw the single soul of Elder Sun drift down and settle onto the compass. Zhou Huan swiftly retracted the compass.

Dongzi continued to burn paper money and ingots, keeping an eye on Zhou Huan's movements.

Zhou Huan turned, pulling Dongzi along. "Alright, no need to burn more. We've done all we can. Let's go, get in the car!"

"Oh, okay!" Dongzi packed up his things and hurried toward the vehicle with Zhou Huan.

The bodyguards stared, dumbfounded, wondering if Zhou Huan was performing some kind of magic trick.

Once in the car, Zhou Huan handed the compass to Dongzi. "Hold this tight for me. We will rely on this to find the root of this entire incident!"

"Don't worry, Brother," Dongzi reached out and took the compass. The moment it touched his hands, Dongzi felt an immense strain, as if it were too heavy to hold. "Brother, what's going on? I can barely hold onto it; look how it keeps pulling away."

"Chant the Soul-Fixing Incantation, or you’ll be dragged away with it soon enough," Zhou Huan advised, then quickly instructed him: "The Soul-Fixing Incantation goes like this—Hula, Anwu Hu, Mohe Mohe Dula Mohesa!"

Dongzi’s eyes swam with strange symbols. It was the first time he had ever heard such an invocation. "Brother, I can't remember it. Say it again. What language is that?"

"It’s ancient Indian. The incantations developed from there. Hula, Anwu Hu, Mohe Mohe Dula Mohesa!" Zhou Huan repeated it for Dongzi. This time, Dongzi listened intently and finally managed to memorize the mantra.

For the entire drive, Zhou Huan steered according to the compass needle while Dongzi incessantly recited the incantation. Although the compass felt relatively lighter in his hands, Dongzi still felt it was significantly heavier than usual that day.

Zhou Huan drove for nearly an hour, but to his surprise, the compass led him directly to the funeral home, where the needle pointed unerringly toward the forensic morgue.

Zhou Huan looked astonished; his expression grew unsettled.

Noticing Zhou Huan's look, Dongzi became perplexed and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I think I know who the murderer is," Zhou Huan said, pulling the car to a stop right outside the forensic morgue entrance.

"Brother, look!" Dongzi held up the compass, the needle aggressively angled upwards, pointing inside the morgue no matter how he turned it.

At this point, Zhou Huan reached out and took the compass back. He murmured, "Alright, stop spinning now. Once we go inside, you can go directly to find your primary body." As Zhou Huan finished speaking, the weight vanished from the compass, and he quickly tucked it into his bag.

"Master Zhou, you're back again! Haha, welcome!" An elderly man emerged from the morgue and greeted Zhou Huan with enthusiastic warmth. "Come, come, Master Zhou, make yourself at home here. Have a drink of water."

Dongzi found the old man's words extremely jarring. What did he mean, "make yourself at home"? Was he implying his brother was dead? Dongzi sidled up to the elder. "Hey, old man, watch your mouth. Does my brother look like he's at home?"

Zhou Huan stopped Dongzi. "What are you saying? Elder He is right; sooner or later, we will consider this place home." Then, Zhou Huan smiled warmly at Elder He. "Elder, would you mind showing us the few items and bodies that arrived over the past couple of days?"

"Ah, yes, absolutely. Your face, Master Zhou, is the pass. Anyone else, and I would certainly demand their credentials," the old man said, sparing Dongzi another glance before turning back.

Dongzi felt Zhou Huan was being inexplicably strange today. Why did everyone seem to have a grudge against him? Thinking this, Dongzi followed Zhou Huan into the so-called forensic morgue.

The morgue was a cold storage unit; the temperature inside was truly biting. Upon entering, Zhou Huan instinctively shivered. "Dongzi, take out your coat and put it on."

Elder He pulled a jacket from a nearby wardrobe. "Master Zhou, put this on. The police often wear these when they come in."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Elder He." Zhou Huan accepted the garment and quickly slipped it on before following Elder He deeper inside.

Inside the morgue, scattered randomly were several corpses covered with white sheets, each resting on its own concrete slab.

Elder He stopped before one body and lifted the sheet. Without looking back, he addressed Zhou Huan. "Master Zhou, this is one of the ones you delivered the day before yesterday."

Zhou Huan looked at the body before him, his expression shifting to one of surprise, mixed with resignation and conflict. "This... is one we delivered a few days ago? It doesn't look like it?"

Elder He immediately glanced at the corpse, then hastily pulled the sheet back over it, smiling awkwardly. "Heh, my apologies. I was mistaken. This one was hit by a car; it was an accident!" Elder He then scratched his head, muttering, "Strange, where did those other things from a couple of days ago go? And they delivered more today!" He began lifting the white curtains on each body one by one, checking.

This left Zhou Huan and Dongzi completely bewildered. What was this old man doing?

Suddenly, a white light shot out of Zhou Huan's bag and zipped straight toward a metal door inside the morgue. Elder He happened to be moving toward that very same door.

The white light pierced through the metal door. Elder He watched, dumbfounded, as the lock was drilled open by the light. "Oh my God, what is that?" Elder He jumped in fright.

Zhou Huan rushed forward and opened the metal door. Inside, a fluorescent light illuminated a large table upon which sat a transparent box. Inside the box lay the severed hand found at the cemetery. The white light flew into the box, and the hand visibly trembled before returning to its previous stillness.

Zhou Huan's eyes widened. He slowly approached the hand, picked up the box, and examined the hand closely. He noticed that after the white light entered, the hand’s color had become much healthier. Zhou Huan turned it over and over. This hand appeared to belong to a man; there was a black mole the size of a peanut on the thumb.

"Brother, what's going on?" Dongzi leaned in beside Zhou Huan to ask.

Zhou Huan’s reply was brief: "We found Elder Sun!"

Dongzi sucked in a sharp breath. "You mean, he’s... in this hand? Or is this hand Elder Sun?"

"His three hun and seven po are all in this hand right now. It’s highly likely that Old Master Sun is here too. These two scoundrels dare not go to the Yin Realm, and they keep causing trouble even after death." Just as Zhou Huan finished speaking, the hand began to move, its motion conveying obvious rage and panic.

Seeing the hand thrashing made Dongzi even more incredulous. Elder He was even more dramatically affected; he stood frozen like a statue, not daring to breathe. "Mas-Master Zhou... This hand, I felt it was strange when it arrived. It really is sinister!"

"Elder He, don't be afraid. He can't get out right now. If he does, just watch me deal with him!" Strangely enough, the moment Zhou Huan finished speaking, the hand stopped its frantic movements and settled quietly back into the box.

Zhou Huan gently set the box down and patted Dongzi's shoulder. "Don't be scared of him; let him stay inside. I estimate he won't leave this hand for the time being." As he spoke, Zhou Huan opened his box of cinnabar powder, scooped up a handful, and sprinkled a circle around the box. "There. Elder He, you don't need to be afraid; he can't get out for now. We will burn it once we have handled the entire matter."

"Oh..." Elder He let out a long, relieved sigh after hearing Zhou Huan's words. "Master Zhou, they delivered another body today; they said the hand was also severed. Would you like to help perform a rite for that one too?"

"Fine, lead the way!" Zhou Huan followed Elder He to another table in the room. All the tables here were iron; the frost outside solidified, emitting damp air in waves. Lying on the table was the body of the migrant worker Zhou Huan had seen earlier. Zhou Huan slowly approached the body, continuously chanting the Soul-Soothing Mantra as he walked.

Zhou Huan scattered cinnabar powder from his hand, and during this process, he discovered a very serious issue: the deceased's hand was missing. "Elder He, where is the deceased's hand? Wasn't it delivered together?"

"What? It was delivered together! When they brought it in today, the hand was placed right next to the body!" Elder He’s expression suddenly became tense. How could he lose track of a body he was personally supervising? He rushed forward, pressing his palms together. "May the deceased forgive me!" He then lifted the corpse and frantically searched the top and bottom of the table. In such a cold place, Elder He was sweating profusely, indicating genuine panic.

Zhou Huan didn't blame him for being careless about his work, because this incident was exceptionally peculiar. Seeing the severed hand confirmed that the matter was largely connected to Elder Sun. Zhou Huan pointed his finger at the severed hand from the cemetery. "Behave yourself, don't let me find any evidence, or I'll ensure you never find peace." He was actually speaking to Elder Sun, but this left Dongzi completely confused.

"Brother, let's go. I think we should go back and ask Sister Xiao He what’s going on!"

"Wait a moment, look at this deceased person's neck!" Zhou Huan seemed to have discovered something, staring intently at the victim's neck.