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

It was a man wearing a dark red monk's robe.

His skin was dark, and a coiled black snake was tattooed on his bald head, with the snake's head tattooed right between his eyebrows.

As his facial muscles twitched, the snake seemed to come alive.

He held a strange, curved knife in his hand, the handle of which was made from the spine of some kind of animal.

"Offer your flesh and blood for the great God."

He walked behind his father, muttering obscure and incomprehensible incantations.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand, and the strange knife flashed through the air.

"Pfft—"

The father's body trembled slightly, but he didn't scream or even struggle.

Under the control of the evil magic, he slowly opened his mouth wide.

Immediately afterwards, the evil monk turned around, his cloudy, yellowish eyes fixed on me.

"The blood of one's closest relatives is the source of life and death."

He walked towards me step by step.

That feeling of fear almost suffocated me.

I kicked my legs desperately, trying to back away, but it was all in vain.

He reached out his withered hand, grabbed my hair, and yanked my head back violently.

The cold blade pressed against my neck.

"Look at him," he whispered in my ear.

"Look at your father, and go in with your resentment."

excruciating pain.

The world spun around.

My gaze swirled, finally settling on my father's wide-open, dark mouth.

Suddenly, the screen went blank and turned blood red.

But I haven't come out of my memory.

The malevolent energy circulated wildly within my body. I forced myself to calm down and used the bone needles to guide me, searching for more environmental information in this shattered sea of ​​memories.

I saw.

In a corner of that underground space, there were several rusty iron drums piled up, with the words "Jiangcheng Third Cold Storage Plant" printed on them.

There was also sound.

It was a deep, rhythmic whistle that sounded every few minutes.

In Jiangcheng, you can only hear this kind of ship whistle in two places: one is the dock, and the other is the Chengbei Industrial Zone, which is close to the railway freight station.

The third cold storage plant, located on the edge of the northern industrial zone, was abandoned five years ago.

found it.

Just as I locked onto the location, the evil monk in my memory suddenly stopped what he was doing.

This scene is a replay of the memories of a deceased soul, so theoretically he shouldn't be able to perceive my presence.

However, the bald, wicked monk suddenly turned his head, and his murky eyes, which had been staring into the void, pierced through the fog of memory and stared straight into my eyes!

In that instant, time and space seemed to be out of control.

He wasn't looking at Zhang Xiaohua, he was looking at me!

"Who?"

A chilling spiritual intent shot towards me like a poisoned arrow, traveling along the bridge constructed of bone needles.

This evil monk's cultivation is far more profound than I imagined!

He actually left a mental imprint during his spellcasting process, which would trigger his alert if anyone tried to rewind or break the spell.

They stared at each other in the void.

Separated by the boundary between life and death, by a distance of several kilometers.

At this moment, the souls of the two cultivators collided violently.

His eyes were filled with surprise, which then turned into cruel mockery.

The black snake with stripes between his eyebrows seemed to come alive, opening its mouth to bite me.

"Those Central Plains people are courting death."

That voice exploded in my mind.

If someone with even slightly less cultivation had come here, they would probably have suffered a mental or spiritual injury and become an idiot.

But he encountered me, Chen Yang, the corpse stitcher.

"roll!"

I roared inwardly.

The cool aura between his brows surged instantly, and at the same time, the malevolent energy within his body, like a river bursting its banks, rushed through the bone needles without reservation.

I chose to attack instead of defending.

Since you dare to look this way, be prepared to have your eyes blinded!

My mental focus transformed into an invisible dagger, plunging fiercely into the mouth of the black snake.

The evil monk in the memory suddenly shuddered, his turbid eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, revealing a trace of pain and horror.

"Since you dare to cross the line, be prepared to have your head chopped off!"

I coldly transmitted my last thought, then abruptly withdrew the bone needle.

"Snapped!"

In the real world, the lights in the cold storage room were turned on again.

I staggered back a step, my face pale, but my eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Old Chen!"

Li Qing steadied me, anxiously asking, "How are you? Are you alright?"

I took a deep breath to calm my surging blood and waved my hand: "It's nothing, I just greeted him."

I looked at the corpse in the freezer.

The head with its eyes nailed shut seemed to have lost some kind of spirit, becoming somewhat dull and lifeless.

It seems that my attack just now not only severely damaged the evil monk's mental imprint, but also severed his remote control over this evil head.

"North of the city, the abandoned Third Cold Storage Plant."

I spoke very quickly.

"They're in the basement."

Li Qing's eyes lit up: "Found her? My name is Lu Yan!"

"etc."

I stopped him, my gaze returning to the corpse.

Even though the connection has been severed, the head and the corpse still retain immense resentment.

The fear and despair of Zhang Xiaohua before her death, and the helplessness of Zhang Dazhu when he was controlled, were all accumulated in this small abdominal cavity.

If left unaddressed, this resentment will eventually lead to disaster.

Moreover, as a corpse stitcher, since I've taken on this task, I must see them off on their final journey.

"Let's settle the score first," I said softly.

"Hold the corpse's shoulders down for me."

Without saying a word, Li Qing pressed down hard on Zhang Dazhu's shoulders with both hands, while simultaneously stepping on the array's core to prevent the corpse from rising from the dead.

I picked up the bone needle again, but this time, instead of injecting evil energy, I mobilized the mysterious aura between my eyebrows.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor."

"I, Chen Yang, have remembered those who harmed you. Today I will help you escape, and tomorrow I will surely bring that evil monk's head as a sacrifice."

As I chanted the soothing incantation of the corpse sewer, I gently pressed the bone needle onto the Baihui acupoint on the head.

As I guided it, wisps of black resentment slowly flowed out from the tip of the needle and dissipated into the air.

The once grotesque human head gradually softened its expression. Although its eyes were still pinned down, the murderous glint it once held was gone.

Zhang Dazhu's body also stopped twitching slightly, and his stiff muscles slowly relaxed.

About ten minutes later, the last trace of resentment dissipated.

I let out a long breath, feeling my back was soaked with cold sweat.

"alright."

I put down the bone needles and replaced them with a clean scalpel.

Next comes the separation at the physical level.

I carefully severed the strangely attached tissue between the head and the stomach wall.

Then, I cupped the head in my hands and gently applied pressure.

"Pop—"

With a soft sound, I removed the head from the abdominal cavity.