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

"die!"

I let out a low roar, and the malevolent energy poured wildly into the ghostly hand.

The moment the malevolent energy surged into the evil spirit's body, it began to roam and wreak havoc within it.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the mutated demon's enormous body could not withstand my baleful aura and exploded instantly, splashing a massive amount of yin energy all over me.

Ten seconds are up.

"Bang!"

The five apricot-yellow flags lost their luster and fell slumped to the ground.

The frozen world instantly resumed its flow.

The rain poured down onto the ground with a loud splash.

The assassins, who had been frozen in place, only felt a blur before their eyes.

Those who had just been fighting side by side with them now had tiny pinholes on their heads.

At the same time, they were lying haphazardly on the ground.

I was originally dozens of meters away, but now I was standing behind the ghost-faced woman and the evil spirit.

Meanwhile, the master in their eyes, the Ghost-Faced Granny, was slowly sliding down from the eaves.

Her body was intact, but her head was missing.

That invincible mutated demon turned into wisps of drifting blue smoke.

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the heavy rain washing over the ground.

Those killers and sorcerers who were originally incredibly greedy now felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Thirty million is certainly tempting.

But you have to be alive to get it.

The strength that Li Qing and I are currently displaying has completely exceeded their comprehension.

That's something that can't be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

I turned around, wiping the rain and blood from my face; the scalpel in my hand was still dripping black blood.

I looked at the surviving assassins, my tone still calm and even: "Who else wants the thirty million?"

No one spoke.

With a clang.

It's unclear who threw down their weapon first.

Immediately afterwards, the group of assassins and evil cultivators screamed as if they had seen a ghost and scattered in all directions.

They wished they had two more legs so they could disappear into the dark alleyways in an instant.

The remaining Southeast Asian sorcerers, seeing that the Ghost-Faced Woman was dead, forgot about revenge and were so frightened that they bit their tongues and activated their secret techniques, turning into streaks of blood and fleeing into the distance.

The crisis is over.

The malevolent energy within me receded instantly like a tide, and a strong sense of weakness washed over me, almost causing me to lose my balance.

But I didn't show it; instead, I forced myself to walk to Li Qing's side.

I know in my heart that now is not the time to let my guard down.

After all, we don't know if there are still people spying on us in the dark. Even if we're just pretending, we have to act like we're not too exhausted and can still fight.

Only in this way can we deter scoundrels.

At this moment, Li Qing was slumped in the mud, panting heavily, his face as white as paper.

"Cough cough... Chen Yang, if you had been even a second slower... I would have been dead here today."

He coughed as he picked up the five flags with trembling hands, his heart aching with heartache.

"You've worked hard." I knelt down and put my hand on his shoulder.

"The crayfish tonight is on me. Plenty to go."

"That's more like it..."

Li Qing rolled her eyes, tilted her head, and fainted.

Li Qing fainted very quickly, and his heavy body pressed directly onto my shoulder.

My legs were already weak from overdrawing my evil energy, and when he hit me like that, I almost fell into the mud with him.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging, metallic taste in my chest.

The cool sensation between my brows was faint, but it was still trying to keep me awake.

Just then, blinding lights came from the end of the street.

Three black SUVs cut through the rain, roaring as they sped towards the entrance of Tingyuxuan, finally tracing a neat arc.

The car door opened, and a group of agents wearing black raincoats specially made by the Bureau of Folklore quickly jumped out of the car.

They moved with extreme efficiency, completing their combat formation the instant they stepped off the vehicle, their automatic weapons and talisman launchers locking onto the surrounding high ground.

"Chen Yang!"

Lu Yan jumped out of the car at the front.

She wasn't wearing a raincoat; her sleek black trench coat was soaked through and clung to her body, her anxious face pale.

She rushed to me, and when she saw the bloodstains all over me and Li Qing, who was unconscious and leaning on my shoulder, her eyes narrowed sharply.

"I'm fine, it's all someone else's blood."

I smiled at her, my voice a little hoarse.

"But this guy is way too exhausted; he needs to be taken to the hospital right away."

Without saying a word, Lu Yan directly placed her hand on my pulse.

After confirming that I was merely weak and not in mortal danger, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to give instructions to a squad leader behind her:

"One team stays behind to set up a level-one cordon. The entire street is sealed off, and no media or unrelated personnel are allowed to enter."

All the corpses at the scene, whether human or ghost, were packed up and taken back to the station.

Especially those corpses pierced by tiny black wounds—number them carefully; they are important evidence.

The "small black wounds" corpse she mentioned refers to the assassins I casually dispatched using bone needles to control my qi during the ten seconds Li Qing stopped.

At this moment, more than a dozen corpses lay scattered across the street.

Some of the assassins were still in a forward-charging stance, their short knives less than half a meter from me.

Lu Yan glanced at the location and manner of death of the corpses, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

But she quickly covered it up, directing two agents to take Li Qing from my hands and carefully lift her into the car.

"Get in the car." Lu Yan grabbed my arm, her tone firm.

I didn't try to be strong and followed her lead to sit in the back seat of the SUV.

The car door closed, shutting out the wind, rain, and the smell of blood.

The car was heated, and a faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils, which relaxed my tense nerves a little.

Lu Yan sat in the driver's seat and drove the car herself, while the other two cars stayed behind to assist the team with the cleanup.

The SUV sped through the flooded streets. Lu Yan glanced at me in the rearview mirror and suddenly spoke:

"Chen Yang, you guessed right. The Black Serpent Cult's 30 million bounty was indeed bait."

I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and felt the slowly recovering malevolent energy within me. I asked softly, "Was there any trouble elsewhere tonight?"

"right."

Lu Yan stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated sharply.

"Just ten minutes before your attack, the Cultural Research Institute in the eastern district of Jiangcheng, which is one of our key laboratories, was subjected to a large-scale violent attack."

The other side deployed a large number of corpse puppets, making a huge show of force, and appearing ready to forcibly seize the bureau's latest research results.

I opened my eyes and looked at the street scene rushing past the window: "A diversionary tactic?"

"That's right."

Lu Yan sneered, a cold glint flashing in her clear eyes.

"They calculated that I would take the main force to support the laboratory, thus creating a vacuum in the rest of Jiangcheng."

At that time, not only will the Ghost-Faced Woman, along with a hundred ghosts and that group of killers who went mad for thirty million, easily take your and Li Qing's heads.

Moreover, once I leave the branch office headquarters, their real killing move will be unleashed.