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

Those were eyes without pupils, only the whites of the eyes, filled with murky mucus.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar, and a black, fishy smell instantly gushed out.

"Oh my god! It moved! It moved again!"

Seeing this, Wang Daya was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and scrambled up the stairs.

The evil corpse suddenly sat up from the stone coffin, its movements stiff yet extremely explosive.

His arm swept across my neck with a sharp, whistling sound.

I lightly touched the ground with my toes, and my body floated backward like a willow catkin, just avoiding the attack.

"Li Qing, step back! Don't let these insects get on you!"

As I reminded Li Qing, I formed a hand seal.

Under my guidance, the malevolent energy within my body surged forth like a burst dam, shooting out from my fingertips.

These malevolent energies did not disperse in the air, but instead condensed into thin, long black lines.

Under my control, it instantly wove into a huge black net, enveloping the evil corpse.

Bound by the black net, the evil corpse let out an even more mournful cry.

He struggled desperately, his hands slamming against the net of malevolent energy, making muffled "bang" sounds.

I felt a dull ache in my meridians, which was a feedback from the high-frequency output of evil energy.

The white worms seemed to sense the threat as well, and began to frantically crawl out of the corpse's mouth and nose, trying to backfire on me through the net of malevolent energy.

"court death."

My eyes turned cold, and I held nothing back.

With a slight twitch between his brows, he fully activated his Qi control technique, and the previously lifeless bone needle suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, eerie light.

Meanwhile, I pushed the Ghost Needle technique to its limit.

"Sewing the soul and fixing the spirit, disperse!"

I pressed my fingertip into the air.

Black bone needles darted wildly through the evil corpse.

It's not destroying the body, but precisely severing the nerve connections between the insects and the corpse.

With each needle, a large number of white worms instantly burst into clumps of green pus.

The evil corpse's movements slowed down, and the white haze in its eyes began to gradually dissipate.

"Old Chen, watch out behind him!"

At this moment, Li Qing suddenly shouted.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the skin on the back of the evil corpse suddenly split open.

A giant, translucent female insect, about the size of an adult's palm, suddenly shot out, its target aimed directly at my face.

The mother insect was incredibly fast, leaving afterimages in the air.

I didn't have time to dodge, and my left hand instantly rose up.

The malevolent energy within his body surged wildly into his left hand in an instant.

The localized burst of malevolent energy caused my left hand, which had been modified by the Self-Sewing Technique, to be momentarily covered with black, illusory scales.

"Snapped!"

I caught the mother insect with pinpoint accuracy.

The mother insect struggled wildly in my hand, its mouthparts spraying out a highly corrosive liquid that hissed and corroded my protective aura.

But instead of letting go, I squeezed hard.

"puff!"

A clump of foul-smelling, sticky liquid burst open in my palm.

With the death of the mother insect, the evil corpse in the stone coffin seemed to have lost all support and collapsed heavily, its previously heaving chest falling into complete silence.

The remaining small insects, having lost their mother's leadership, turned into pus and dissipated into the cold air.

I let out a long sigh of relief, dispelling the murderous aura in my hand.

The skin on my left hand was slightly red, but it was nothing serious.

"Holy crap... Old Chen, your arm is incredible!"

Li Qing walked over and looked at the evil corpse in the stone coffin, which had turned back into an ordinary corpse, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"If it were me, I'd probably need half a cartload of talismans to fix it."

I didn't say anything, but turned to look at the top of the stairs.

Wang Daya was cautiously peering down when he saw that the evil corpse was no longer moving, so he shakily walked down.

"It's even? It's even just like that?"

He walked up to the stone coffin and examined it carefully for a long time.

After confirming that the thing was truly dead, he slapped his thigh and looked at me with adoration, his two gold teeth gleaming under the light.

"My goodness! Master Chen! You're truly a miracle worker! I, Wang Daya, have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I've never seen a mortician as skilled as you!"

"The matter is settled."

I took the tissue Li Qing handed me, wiped the remaining liquid from my hands, and spoke calmly.

"Boss Wang, can we talk about the auction and the materials now?"

"Talk! We must talk!"

Wang Daya's face was all wrinkled from laughing so hard.

"Gentlemen, let's go upstairs. I'll arrange the best feast in Fengtian for you. Let's eat and talk."

I will absolutely tell you everything I know about the Star Fiend Meteorite!

I looked at the corpse in the stone coffin, and then at the cold ice cellar.

This was just the appetizer of my trip to Northeast China.

But I know that the fluctuations emitted by the mother insect before its death have probably attracted the attention of something.

"Let's go."

I went up the stairs first and came out of the gloomy underground.

Back in the back room of the antique shop, Wang Daya busied himself preparing a table of authentic Northeastern dishes: sweet and sour pork, stewed pork belly with sauerkraut, and several plates of exquisite cold dishes.

He wanted to fill Li Qing's and my glasses with strong liquor, but I refused.

"Boss Wang, let's skip the alcohol. We've come a long way, so let's just have a couple of cups of tea."

Upon hearing this, Wang Daya was slightly taken aback, but then nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand!"

After taking a few bites of food, Wang Daya spoke first: "Master Chen, Master Li, although I, Wang Daya, am greedy for money, I respect people with real skills the most."

He picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. "The ghost market auction is at 3 a.m. three days from now, in the basement of Juxian Tea House in the old Taipei City. This is the invitation."

He took out two black cards with gold trim from his pocket and respectfully handed them to me.

"Besides the Star Fiend Meteorite Iron, who exactly has the Dragon Vein Breath Soil you just mentioned?"

I put down my chopsticks and stared into his eyes.

Wang Daya was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before:

"That thing is in the hands of the current head of the Liu family, Third Master Liu."

I have connections and even channels to get information about meteorites, but I really can't afford to offend the Liu family.

"You two will have to figure out a way to get this dragon vein soil yourselves."

Upon hearing this, I was slightly startled.

The head of the Liu family? Third Master Liu?

This search for materials seems to perfectly align with the task Chang Tianqing entrusted to him.

"I understand." I picked up my teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

This trip to Northeast China is getting more and more interesting.

This meal was not easy.

Although Wang Daya greeted everyone with a smile, his two gold teeth gleaming dazzlingly in the dim light, the meaning behind his words was very clear:

In Fengtian, especially at crucial moments like the Ghost Market, money alone is far from enough for outsiders who want to take away top-quality materials.

After dinner, Wang Daya personally escorted us out of the alley.

In the evening, a light snow began to fall in Fengtian, and the wind felt like tiny knives cutting into your face.

The hotel he arranged for us was right on the edge of the old town, only a fifteen-minute walk from his antique shop.