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

Dozens of dark figures appeared on the once empty street.

They wore tattered Ming Dynasty armor, carried rusty longswords, and moved stiffly but extremely fast.

It's not a zombie.

It's a paper figure.

They are the kind of "ghost soldiers" made of human skin and bones, infused with a large amount of evil energy and yin energy.

"Hehe... since you're already here, you might as well stay and be used as material!"

A sinister voice came from all directions, making it impossible to discern its location.

The guardian of the cauldron! He couldn't resist making a move after all!

"kill!"

The dozens of ghostly soldiers let out a roar and surged towards us like a tide.

"Thousand Machines, take control! Iron Pillar, hold the line!"

Lu Yan instantly entered battle mode, and lightning talismans shot out from her hands.

The lightning talisman flew to the Yin soldier at the forefront, exploding into a bolt of lightning that shattered the Yin soldier.

"This thing doesn't feel pain!"

With a roar, Tie Zhu activated his Vajra Body, his entire body radiating golden light, and he crashed into the horde of Yin soldiers like a tank.

But as soon as he made contact, he let out a muffled groan.

The longswords of those ghostly soldiers were covered in a thick layer of corpse poison, which was able to corrode his protective golden aura.

"Don't bother with them! They're consumables!"

I said calmly.

My gaze passed over the ghostly soldiers and fixed on a stage at the end of the street.

That place has the heaviest malevolent energy.

And I could feel it; the person who spoke was right there.

Controlling Qi!

With a thought, the black bone needles floating in front of me vanished instantly.

The next second, it appeared behind the head of a ghost soldier.

puff!

The bone needle pierced the head of the ghost soldier without any resistance.

The ghostly soldier instantly disintegrated, turning into a pile of rotten flesh and tattered paper.

This is the terrifying aspect of the art of controlling qi.

Under my control, this bone needle is the scythe of death.

"Charge with me! Smash them!"

I held nothing back, and the malevolent energy within my body surged wildly into the bone needles.

The black bone needle transformed into a black lightning bolt in the air, weaving back and forth among the horde of ghostly soldiers.

Each passage was accompanied by the fall of a ghostly soldier.

"Good lad! You've got some skill with this object manipulation technique!"

Not to be outdone, Master Xuanzhen brandished his peach wood sword, unleashing a curtain of swords that slashed down the approaching Yin soldiers.

The five people, like a sharp knife, tore a hole in the encirclement of the ghost soldiers.

Our goal is clear: the stage.

There are not only guardians of the cauldron there, but also a collapsed opening that leads directly into the depths of the underground palace.

As we continued to advance, the last paper ghost soldier blocking our way had its head removed, turning into a pile of shredded paper.

We rushed out of the street, and suddenly the view opened up.

We've arrived at the central square of the ancient town.

The stage where the dried-up corpses once performed came into view, surrounded by black command flags that fluttered in the windless corpse domain.

In the center of the stage, the previously collapsed opening was still there, now spewing out a torrent of corpse energy.

Clearly, the Four Symbols Dragon Locking Formation we set up earlier has been destroyed.

Below the stage stood seven people.

There were burly men in jackets, elderly men in Tang suits, and stylishly dressed women.

The guardian of the tripod.

Seeing that we broke through the blockade of the ghost soldiers, the seven people did not show much surprise.

A middle-aged man in a black Zhongshan suit clapped his hands lightly, a mocking smile appearing on his sinister face.

"The Folklore Bureau reacted a little faster than expected. Unfortunately, it was still too slow."

His gaze swept over the five of us, finally settling on Master Xuanzhen, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"So it's Master Xuanzhen. No wonder you were able to get here so quickly."

However, you few alone cannot stop our great cause!

Master Xuanzhen sneered, then shoved the peach wood sword back behind his back and suddenly flicked his sleeves.

"A bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails, what great deeds do they dare to mention? Today, I, the humble Taoist priest, will act on behalf of Heaven and send you to the deepest hell to repent!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old Taoist priest suddenly sprang into action.

He didn't use a sword, but instead formed hand seals and shouted, "Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrow the power of Heaven and Earth!"

boom!

A vast surge of pure Yang energy erupted from his body, forcefully creating a clear space within the corpse domain.

"Leave this old bastard to me! Second brother, third brother, let's go together!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit's expression changed, clearly sensing the terrifying strength of Master Xuanzhen.

He roared and waved his hands, sending two beams of dark light shooting out from his sleeves, heading straight for Xuanzhenzi's face.

At the same time, his two accomplices also made their moves, one wielding a ghost-head shield and the other scattering a handful of pale bone powder.

"Well done!"

Xuanzhenzi laughed loudly, and instead of retreating, he advanced. With a flick of his whisk, he directly drew the three people into his battle circle.

One against three!

This is the source of confidence for a veteran of the provincial bureau.

Upon seeing this, the remaining four immediately scattered and charged at us.

"Don't let them disturb the seniors!"

Lu Yan shouted sharply, and she quickly made a hand seal in front of her, instantly transforming her originally cold and aloof temperament into one of extreme menace.

"Thunder God, heed my command!"

She used the Seven Star Steps, her figure as fast as lightning, to directly confront a strange man whose body was wrapped in bandages.

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu roared, his body blazing with golden light, and charged at a short man wielding two swords like a raging bull.

Qianji flicked his fingers repeatedly, and countless ink lines intertwined in the air to form a net, blocking a woman who wanted to ambush Tiezhu.

The battlefield was instantly divided.

And in front of me, there was only one person left.

He was a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties, wearing a very ordinary tracksuit, and playing with two iron balls the size of walnuts in his hands.

He looked at me with a playful smile on his lips.

"The corpse-stitching man?"

He looked me up and down: "The murderous aura around you is quite interesting. My name is A-Gui. Remember this name, and don't let yourself be reincarnated as such in your next life..."

Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, my scalpel was already at his throat.

I don't have the habit of listening to people talk nonsense.

Ah Gui's pupils suddenly contracted, clearly not expecting me to attack without even giving him a warning.

But he reacted extremely quickly, and the two iron balls in his hands collided violently.

clang!

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

An invisible sound wave exploded instantly, causing a sharp pain in my eardrums and slowing my movements by half a beat.

Taking advantage of this opening, Ah Gui slid backward three meters in a bizarre manner, as if he had no bones.

"A sneak attack? That's not honorable."

Ah Gui chuckled sinisterly and suddenly flicked his right hand.

Those two iron balls were actually connected by chains, and now they were like meteor hammers, whistling as they smashed towards my head.

I remained expressionless, slightly shifting my body to the side to dodge the powerful blow.

boom!

Iron Gallbladder smashed into the stone lion behind me, shattering the hard granite into dust.

After dodging the attack, he continued his movements, changing his footwork, and pressed forward again.