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

Li Qing's hand trembled, and a huge "death" character appeared on the screen.

He threw down the handle and dragged a huge hiking backpack out from under the sofa.

Unzip it, and inside are all sorts of magical artifacts and talismans.

"Is it finally coming?"

He grinned, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"Perfect timing! My formation hasn't seen blood in a long time. This time, I'll use that old hag with the ghost face as a sacrifice!"

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.

The wait for the arrival of the Ghost-Faced Woman was far from peaceful.

These past two days, business at Tingyuxuan has been exceptionally good, but the customers coming in aren't there to drink tea.

From the very first night, this quaint little building has been in constant turmoil.

First, a few reckless thugs tried to climb over the wall and force their way in, but they couldn't even touch a second-floor window and ended up wandering around the yard all night.

When the early-rising cleaners discovered them at dawn, several people were hugging the stone lion in the yard, crying and shouting, "Mom, I was wrong."

That was the most basic layer of illusion magic in the formation set up by Li Qing.

By the second day, their methods had become much more subtle and insidious.

The delivery guy brought not milk tea, but a box of still-wriggling five-poison worms.

A foul-smelling black water inexplicably gushed out of the sewer downstairs, driving away all the tea drinkers on the first floor.

Some people even used drones to hoist dead cats and throw them onto third-floor balconies.

Li Qing, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself, treating it like a real-life tower defense game.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the living room, holding a compass in his hand, directing the head of Tingyuxuan's bodyguards to throw out those low-level assassins one by one.

"There's a landmine buried under that flower bed on the left... wait, no, it's a talisman for fear of being startled."

"The guy on the right who wants to climb the pipe, let's create a maze for him, let him climb the pipe until dark."

I'm not as relaxed as him.

For the past two days, I've been sitting by the window, fiddling with that black bone needle in my hand, my gaze fixed on the dark alley across the street.

Those small fish and shrimp are just pebbles for testing the waters; the real deep-sea crocodiles are still lurking in the shadows.

The cool sensation between my brows maintained a high-intensity operation, filtering out all the noise and distractions, leaving only the most dangerous signals.

Until late the next night.

The weather in Jiangcheng seemed to be manipulated; the sun shone brightly during the day, but a sudden gale swept through at night.

The dark clouds hung low, seemingly within reach.

"They're here."

Li Qing suddenly stopped what he was doing, and his smug expression froze instantly.

He suddenly stood up, the compass needle in his hand spinning wildly, finally pointing firmly to the southeast.

"The yin energy is so heavy... It's like a mass grave has been moved here."

I felt it too.

It wasn't ordinary yin energy, but a resentment so intense it was almost impossible to dispel.

The cool sensation between my brows jerked suddenly, as if giving me a warning.

"Li Qing, guard the key point of the formation."

I slowly stood up, walked to the balcony, and pushed open the carved wooden window.

A strong wind whipped up raindrops that stung my face.

At the end of the street, the originally dim streetlights suddenly went out one by one.

Darkness spread like a tide, swallowing up all light.

In the deepest part of that darkness, a sedan chair appeared.

It was a bright red sedan chair, but it was dilapidated, and the curtains were embroidered with ferocious images of a hundred ghosts.

The sedan chair wasn't carried by people, but by four paper-mache children.

Their faces were deathly pale, with two strange patches of red on their cheeks. They floated towards Tingyu Pavilion without touching the ground.

Countless dark figures followed the sedan chair indistinctly.

Some were missing arms or legs, some had only half a head, and some were simply a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

Hundred Ghosts at Night.

Jin Wanliang's information was correct; this ghost-faced woman really went to great lengths to kill me.

"Chen Yang..."

A hoarse voice came from inside the sedan chair.

"You killed my beloved son and stole my sacred artifact. Today, I will tear you apart, skin you alive, and burn you to the ground!"

With that roar, the group of black figures, like mad dogs on a command, surged toward Tingyuxuan like a tidal wave.

"Quite the boast."

I stared blankly down below, the black bone needle in my hand trembling slightly, emitting a clear, melodious hum.

"Charge!"

Inside the room, Li Qing let out a loud shout.

"Buzz—"

The entire Tingyuxuan building suddenly trembled.

A pale golden light curtain instantly rose up, enveloping the entire building.

The wronged souls at the forefront crashed into the light screen, letting out mournful screams, their bodies emitting wisps of blue smoke, and were thrown back.

"Old woman, this is China, not some remote corner of Southeast Asia!"

Li Qing stood behind me, holding a handful of talismans in his hand, cursing through gritted teeth.

"Bringing so much filth into the country, aren't you afraid of divine retribution!"

"Divine retribution?" A strange laugh came from inside the sedan chair.

"I, this old woman, cultivate the path of ghosts, refining human souls. I've long forgotten what divine retribution is! Break this curse!"

Before the words were finished, the four paper figures carrying the sedan chair suddenly opened their mouths and spat out four streams of dark red blood.

The blood was incredibly foul-smelling, and when it was splashed onto the golden light screen, it actually emitted a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

The once indestructible light barrier began to dim and even developed some small cracks.

"Holy crap! Menstrual blood mixed with corpse oil? This old woman has no sportsmanship!"

Li Qing's expression changed, and he threw the talismans in his hand into the center of the formation as if they were free, trying to stabilize the formation.

But the blood was too corrosive, and with the hundreds of vengeful spirits relentlessly crashing into it, the light barrier was on the verge of collapse.

"Li Qing, make an opening," I suddenly said.

"What?"

Li Qing was taken aback, but quickly realized, "You want to let them in to fight? No way, the risk is too great!"

"It's better to guide than to block; if you continue like this, you'll eventually be worn down."

I stared at the sedan chair, the gentleness in my eyes gradually fading, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

"Moreover, I also want to test just how much this so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Demons really weighs."

Li Qing glanced at me, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fine! Whatever you say! But it's a deal: if we can't hold out, we'll run away and ask Director Lu for help!"

After he finished speaking, he changed his hand seal.

The light curtain that had been covering the third-floor balcony suddenly cracked open with a two-meter-wide opening.

Upon seeing this, the wronged souls, like sharks smelling blood, rushed in through the breach.

A chilling wind howled, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

In an instant, the once elegant room became gloomy and terrifying, and the temperature plummeted to freezing point.

I stood before the breach, without taking a single step back.

The malevolent energy within his body circulated wildly, surging like a river.

The condensed, liquid-like malevolent energy emitted a series of low, rumbling sounds within the meridians.

"Controlling Qi".

I gave a soft shout.

The black bone needle in his left hand vanished instantly.

The next second, a black streak of light drew an arc in the air.