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

10%... 20%... 50%...

As time went on, I felt like my body was an inflating balloon.

A strange bluish-black hue began to appear on the surface of the skin.

That's a sign of excessive malevolent energy.

If it were me in the past, even if I had only absorbed one-third of this evil crystal, I probably would have exploded and died long ago.

But now, the expanded meridians are showing amazing capacity to accommodate.

I don't know how much time passed.

The evil crystal in his hand made a soft "crack" sound, turning into a pile of grayish-white powder that slipped through his fingers.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

A black glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's full.

The malevolent energy within the body was no longer in the form of dewdrops, but had truly gathered into a trickle, flowing swiftly through the meridians.

This feeling of fullness makes me feel like I could punch through a steel plate.

But this is not enough.

This incident in the underground palace made me realize that I am still far from strong enough.

My gaze fell on my left hand.

There, at the position of the little finger, a faint ring of black stitching is faintly visible.

Those are lines formed by malevolent energy.

It's a remnant from my first attempt at sewing.

"Last time it was just my little finger, and it almost made me faint from the pain. This time..."

I looked at my entire left arm, my eyes flashed for a moment, then turned fierce.

One cannot truly live without being obsessed.

"Let's do it!"

I gave a low shout.

I stretched out my right hand, joined two fingers together, and gestured towards the void.

The liquid evil energy within his body surged out from his fingertips, condensing in the air into a needle and thread.

I gritted my teeth, controlled the menacing needlework, and plunged it fiercely into my left index finger.

The first sensation my body was sending was pain, excruciating pain!

I groaned, my whole body trembled violently, and my back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

But I didn't stop.

The needle and thread flew up and down under my mental control.

Thumb, index finger, middle finger...

Soon, his entire left palm was covered with dense black stitches.

These lines are not random, but rather follow the bones and meridians of the palm, forming a strange and mysterious totem.

As the suturing progressed, side effects began.

Countless cacophony of sounds began to explode in my mind.

"Kill him! Kill them all!"

"This world is unjust, might as well destroy it!"

"Blood... I want fresh blood..."

My eyes began to bloodshot, my breathing became heavy, and an urge to destroy everything surged through my chest.

Just then.

The Soul-Stabilizing Pearl on his chest suddenly became scalding hot.

A warm current rushed to my head, like a loud bell tolling, shattering the noisy whispers.

Followed by.

The cool aura that had been accumulating for a long time stirred between his brows.

It was like a clear, cool spring, splitting into two streams. One stream flowed into my mind, completely dispelling the noise in my head.

On the other side, it flows down my spine and finally converges at my left arm.

Wherever the cool aura passed, the excruciating pain that felt like the soul was being torn apart was greatly relieved, and the originally restless evil energy was forcibly suppressed and became docile.

"A great opportunity!"

Taking advantage of my regained senses, I sped up.

Wrist...forearm...elbow...

The black lines climbed wildly upwards along my arm.

With each stitch, my left arm grew heavier.

The feeling was like this arm was slowly dying, losing its pain and warmth.

But at the same time, I clearly felt that it had become unprecedentedly powerful.

When the last needle landed on the "Jianjing" acupoint on the left shoulder.

"Buzz!"

His entire left arm jolted violently.

All the black stitches glowed with an eerie light for a moment, then quickly disappeared beneath the skin.

My left arm has returned to its original skin color and looks no different from an ordinary person's.

But I know it has changed.

I was panting heavily, feeling completely limp on the bed as if I had just been pulled out of the water.

The cool aura between his brows had been completely dissipated, and the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl on his chest had become dull and lifeless, even feeling somewhat hot to the touch.

I rested for a full half hour before I could finally sit up straight.

I raised my left hand and examined it closely in front of my eyes.

The skin is smooth and the muscles are well-proportioned.

I tried clenching my fist.

"Click click click..."

The knuckles made a popping sound like popping beans.

I grabbed a solid wood alarm clock from the bedside table.

It wasn't done with force, just a gentle pinch.

"Bang!"

The hard solid wood shell, along with the metal parts inside, was crushed into powder in my hands like tofu dregs, without me even feeling the slightest resistance.

This is not just an increase in strength.

More importantly, it's about the texture.

I feel like my left arm is now like a zombie arm that has been sacrificed.

Invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire.

With a thought, I mobilized the liquid evil energy within my body to surge towards my left arm.

The murderous aura instantly filled every cell in his left arm.

My left hand instantly turned pitch black, with tangible black smoke swirling around it.

The power emanating from my arm surged even more.

I dispelled the evil aura, and my left hand quickly returned to its original state.

This retreat has yielded far more benefits than I expected!

Not only has his internal energy completely solidified, but he has also developed this extraordinary arm.

I stood up and stretched my stiff body.

I walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

It was already late at night outside, with a bright moon and few stars.

After letting out a long sigh, I took a shower and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already 10:30 in the morning.

After getting up, I tried to clench my left fist and found that the touch and body temperature that originally belonged to my left hand had all returned.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this self-sewing technique wasn't some evil magic I just concocted. Grandpa's advice was correct; it didn't lead me astray.

If one were to transform oneself into a monster that is neither human nor human in pursuit of power, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

After a quick wash and getting dressed, I went out of my room.

When we arrived at the funeral home, it was already 11 o'clock.

I had just swiped my card to enter the changing room and hadn't even had time to change into my white coat when another security guard, Uncle Zhang, peeked in.

"Xiao Chen, someone's looking for you outside."

Old Zhang pointed to the main gate, his face full of envy. "They arrived in a Mercedes-Benz. That car looks impressive. Is it your friend?"

I froze for a moment.

friend?

I have very few friends in Jiangcheng. Who else but that fat guy can afford a Mercedes-Benz?

As I walked out of the office building, I could see a gleaming black Mercedes-Benz S-Class parked at the entrance of the funeral home.

Two people were standing next to the car.

Li Qing and Jin Wanliang.

"How did you all end up together?"

I walked over quickly, my tone tinged with surprise.

"Oh, my dear Advisor Chen, you've finally come out!"

When Jin Wanliang saw me, it was as if he had seen a savior; his fat body trembled. "You didn't answer your phone. I thought you were in there sewing corpses into a deep meditation!"