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

"Master Xuanzhen?!"

The bald, burly man spotted the unconscious Taoist Master Xuanzhen at a glance, and his originally fierce face instantly erupted with rage.

"How dare you! You even mess with people from the Folklore Bureau! You're asking for trouble!"

"Tieshan, calm down."

The woman in white reached out and pulled the Han sword from the ground, her gaze locking onto the man in the air like lightning.

"That's a high-ranking member of the Guardian of the Cauldron; he's got something strange going on."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced at me and Lu Yan, who were covered in blood, her eyes softening slightly.

"Director Lu, we're late. Leave the rest to us."

Upon seeing the two of them, Lu Yan's tense body finally relaxed completely. She leaned weakly against the wall and said feebly:

"Be careful... that bronze shard in his hand... it can absorb the earth's veins and the aura of corpses..."

"Provincial Bureau Enforcement Division, Duan Shui Liu Bai, Ban Shan Li Shan."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, announced the names of the two men, and his tone became more wary.

"I didn't expect even two monsters like you to be transferred here. It seems the authorities are taking this place very seriously."

"Enough with the nonsense! Take this!"

The bald, burly man named Li Shan didn't waste any words with him. He roared, and the rocks beneath his feet shattered instantly.

He sprang into the air instantly, his long iron staff whistling through the air as he smashed it down on the middle-aged man's head.

This strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure power and pure speed!

The middle-aged man dared not take the blow head-on; his figure blurred, and he drifted away as a blur.

But the woman in white, Liu Bai, also moved.

She twirled the Han sword in her hand, and several visible sword energies blocked all the escape routes of the man in the Tang suit.

"Hmph, do you really think you can keep me here just because there are more of you?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

The bronze fragment in his hand lit up again, but this time it wasn't for attacking; instead, it was to unleash the massive amount of corpse energy he had just absorbed.

boom!

A dense cloud of black mist exploded in the center of the tomb.

"retreat!"

Liu Bai's expression changed, and he had no choice but to abandon the pursuit. He swung his sword to create a wall of energy to protect us behind him.

Tieshan also swept out with his staff, creating a gust of wind that dispersed the black mist.

But taking advantage of this gap, the middle-aged man had already retreated to a hole above the underground palace.

He gave me a deep look, then glanced at the unconscious Li Qing, a meaningful, cold smile playing on his lips.

"The green hills remain unchanged, and the clear waters flow on forever."

We, the guardians of the tripod, have taken note of this debt.

"You little mortician, keep your head safe. I'll come and collect it myself next time we meet."

After he finished speaking, his body seemed to melt away, merging directly into the surrounding darkness, and his aura vanished without a trace.

"Damn it! It's a stealth technique!"

Li Shan landed, slamming his stick into the ground and creating a large crater. He stomped his feet in anger, yelling, "That old mudfish runs fast!"

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

Liu Bai sheathed his sword and calmly said, "The underground palace is about to collapse. We need to save people first."

As she finished speaking, a large number of footsteps poured in from the entrance.

A group of people dressed in black combat uniforms and fully armed rushed in.

Their movements were efficient and their teamwork was excellent; they were clearly elite members of the Jiangcheng branch's action team.

"Quickly! Medical team! There are seriously wounded here!"

"Seal off the scene! Search for any remaining potential hazards!"

"Reinforce the supporting structure to prevent secondary collapse!"

The cacophony of shouts, the buzzing of walkie-talkies, and the scraping of stretchers instantly filled the entire tomb chamber.

Several medical personnel in white coats rushed to me and quickly examined my injuries.

"Low blood pressure! Rapid heart rate! Signs of internal bleeding! Quickly, establish intravenous access!"

The cold needle pierced my vein, but I could no longer feel the pain.

I turned my head and saw that Li Qing had also been lifted onto a stretcher.

Although the guy was unconscious, he was still clutching the compass tightly in his hand, and seemed to be muttering something like "add more money" or "losing money".

After receiving basic first aid, Lu Yan refused to be put on a stretcher and instead stood aside directing the cleanup work.

Her back still looked upright, but I could see her hands were trembling slightly.

As for Master Xuanzhen, he had already been carried on Tieshan's back and was running out quickly.

"call……"

As I lay on the stretcher, looking at the swaying beams of flashlight overhead, my eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"The Corpse Stitcher..."

I remembered what the elder said before he left.

The guardian of the tripod.

What exactly is this massive organization, hidden in the shadows of history, plotting?

Why do they collect corpse energy and malevolent energy?

And that man seemed to have a particular hatred for the corpse sewing people. Did he have a conflict with someone from our lineage before?

"Sir, please stay awake! Don't fall asleep!"

I could hear the anxious calls of the medical staff.

But I was just too tired.

The continuous battles, the side effects of the backlash from the malevolent energy, and the physical exhaustion made it impossible for me to maintain a clear mind.

In the last moments before darkness fell, I saw the iron pillar being carried out by the special operations team.

The big, clumsy man seemed to wake up for a moment, and mumbled, "My golden body..."

My lips twitched; I wanted to laugh, but I didn't have the strength to.

……

The smell of disinfectant.

This was the first smell I detected after regaining consciousness.

It smelled pungent, but it also made me feel at ease, at least it meant I was still alive.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain surged up from all over my body like a tidal wave.

I couldn't help but gasp, a dry, hoarse "hoho" sound coming from my throat.

"water……"

I managed to squeeze out a single word.

"Awake? Awake! Oh my god, you're finally awake!"

A familiar, loud voice boomed in my ear, followed by a flurry of activity.

A hand lifted my neck and shoved a straw into my mouth.

I took a few deep breaths before slowly opening my heavy eyelids.

A soft, orange-red halo greets the eye.

The setting sun shone through the blinds into the ward, bathing everything in a warm golden light.

I was lying on a large hospital bed, with various tubes inserted into my body, and the monitor next to me was making a rhythmic "tick-tock" sound.

And sitting beside my bed is a round, chubby figure.

Wanliang of gold.

This guy was wearing a flashy dark red Tang suit and was holding a fruit knife and a half-peeled apple.

When he saw me open my eyes, his chubby face was covered in wrinkles, and he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Brother Chen, you slept really soundly for two whole days!"

If you don't wake up soon, I'll have to start preparing for your funeral.

"Boss Jin... what are you doing here?"

My voice was hoarse, and my mind was still a little foggy.