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

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The three fierce ghosts at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before a transparent hole appeared between their eyebrows.

Their bodies exploded instantly, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Under my mental control, the black bone needles seemed to come alive, weaving and dancing through the air.

It was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it; all that could be seen were black afterimages.

Each journey takes away a wronged soul.

Moreover, I felt that with each ghost I killed, the bone needle would transmit a trace of pure Yin energy, replenishing my energy.

This is the strategy of using war to sustain war!

Seeing that I was constantly reaping the wronged souls, the ghost-faced woman in the sedan chair obviously couldn't sit still any longer.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Before he could finish speaking, the sedan curtain was suddenly flung open.

A hunched figure flew out from inside.

It was an old woman dressed in a black robe, with a pale mask on her face covered in strange runes.

She held a mourning stick in her hand, covered with white paper strips.

She didn't rush directly at me, but landed on the eaves of the second floor.

She waved her mourning stick and muttered incantations.

The wronged souls that had been frantically attacking the formation suddenly stopped.

They began to devour and tear each other apart.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the hundreds of wronged souls remained.

But the wronged spirit's size increased several times over, transforming into a giant, three-meter-tall demon with a blue face and fangs.

Its resentment was so intense it was almost dripping with water; its eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at me.

The masked woman stared at me with a sinister smile and said, "Go, rip his heart out for me!"

The giant demon roared to the sky, shaking the entire building.

Then, it leaped suddenly, jumping directly onto the third-floor balcony, its enormous ghostly claws lashing out at me with a stench.

This claw strike was incredibly fast and incredibly powerful.

I dared not be careless, and dodged the attack with a quick movement.

"boom!"

The mahogany coffee table behind me was instantly smashed to pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Chen Yang, be careful! This thing is incredibly strong, and it's infected with corpse poison!"

Li Qing shouted from behind, and the magic sword in his hand flew out, stabbing towards the back of the evil spirit.

But when the magic sword pierced the evil spirit, it produced a metallic clang, leaving only a faint white mark.

"They're tough and thick-skinned."

I squinted.

Since ordinary physical attacks are ineffective, let's try using the powerful brick attack.

I took a deep breath, and the murderous aura within me instantly surged.

"Bai Sha!"

With a low shout in my heart, the evil energy that had been lurking deep in my dantian suddenly erupted and surged through my meridians to my limbs and bones.

My eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a violent emotion surged into my heart.

But the cool aura between my brows firmly guarded my mind, preventing those demonic sounds from easily eroding my reason.

At this moment, although I still have a human body, the aura I exude is even more ferocious than that evil spirit.

I raised my left hand, a hand enhanced by the Self-Sewing Technique, which was now emitting a faint black light.

The moment the evil spirit pounced again, I advanced instead of retreating.

With one step, the floor shattered.

I charged straight at that enormous ghostly claw.

"Get out of here!"

I roared and slammed my left fist, imbued with intense malevolent energy, into the demon's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

That seemingly invincible giant demon was actually sent flying backward by my punch.

It crashed heavily onto the street below, smashing the dilapidated sedan chair to pieces.

The old woman with the mask clearly hadn't expected me to have such explosive power; a look of horror flashed in her eyes beneath the mask.

"Evil energy entering your body? What kind of sorcery is this? Aren't you afraid of exploding and dying?!" she exclaimed.

I did not answer her.

I stood on the balcony, looking down at her, my aura burning like black flames.

"Ghost-faced woman, this is China, this is Jiangcheng."

My voice was a little hoarse at this moment, but it carried a chilling intent.

"It's you who came here, damn it."

Upon hearing this, the ghost-faced woman snorted coldly.

She swung her mourning staff again: "Little brat, sharp-tongued! I'll see if your skull is as hard as your mouth!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the demon that had been lying on the ground struggled to its feet.

Moreover, its body began to mutate, with countless bone spurs growing on its back and streams of green poisonous mist spewing from its mouth.

At the same time, several more figures emerged from the shadows around the street.

They were several Southeast Asian sorcerers dressed in black robes, each holding various strange magical artifacts.

It seems that the Ghost-Faced Granny brought not only ghosts this time, but also people.

And these things are the core components she used to take my life.

"Chen Yang, something's not right."

Li Qing walked to my side, his expression grave.

"These guys are all quite powerful, especially the one on the left with the snake staff; he's at least an elder-level expert from the Shadow Sect."

"Scared?" I glanced at him sideways.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Li Qing spat and began to spin the compass in his hand again.

"Although my Listening Rain Pavilion isn't some den of dragons or tigers, it's not up to these outsiders to run wild!"

Chen Yang, you deal with that old woman and that big ghost. I'll handle the rest of the henchmen!

"it is good."

I nodded.

The next second, I jumped straight off the third floor.

The wind whistled in my ears.

The black bone needle in his hand flew out again, aiming straight for the Ghost-Faced Woman's face.

The moment I jumped from the third floor, the evil energy within my body had already reached its peak.

In my wrathful state, I felt all the muscles in my body swelling, and every nerve felt like it had been burned by a red-hot wire, a pain mixed with an almost perverse excitement.

At that moment, the enormous mutated demon was crawling out of the pit.

The bone spurs on its back gleamed a ghastly green in the darkness, and the poisonous mist spewed from its mouth turned the surrounding rainwater a dark green.

I landed silently, and the instant my toes touched the ground, I shot towards the mutated demon like an arrow released from a bow.

Under my control, the black bone needles pierced directly into the demon's eyes!

It let out an angry roar, and its huge demonic claw swept across, trying to knock the bone needle away.

But this was just a feint.

The moment it swung its demonic claws, I was already pressed against its chest.

His left hand clenched into a fist, and a dense aura of malevolence condensed into a dark vortex at the tip of his fist.

"Smash it!"

I let out a low growl and slammed my fist hard into the mutated demon's chest.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard amidst the thunder.

My punch shattered the thick protective aura of the mutated demon, leaving a huge crater in its chest from which thick, pale green blood gushed out.

Its massive body flew backward again, crashing into the wall of a house across the street, smashing down most of the brick wall.