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

"But let me make this clear: Guan the Blind has a strange temper. If you can't cure him and you even harm his granddaughter, that old man will fight you to the death."

The horse-slaying sword in his hand was a weapon that had seen blood.

"No problem." I stood up.

"Come pick us up at 2 PM."

As we left the antique shop, Li Qing grabbed my arm.

"Old Chen, are you crazy? Didn't you hear what Wang Daya said?"

That's the Black Wind Demon, something created by an old monster from Changbai Mountain.

I know you're good at sewing corpses, but that's sewing souls!

"Your current malevolent energy hasn't reached the profound level yet. What if it backfires?"

I looked at Li Qing, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Li Qing, along the way, what hasn't been dangerous?"

If your ritual implements are not repaired, I won't be able to sleep peacefully at night.

"I must obtain the meteorite. Furthermore, I want to see how the evil energy of the North differs from my own."

What I didn't tell Li Qing was that ever since my inner energy condensed into a mercury-like state, I always felt that the evil energy in my body needed a higher-grade whetstone to temper it in order to have the opportunity to break through to the next stage.

That so-called Black Wind Demon might just be an opportunity.

Back in my room, I closed my eyes and sat down to meditate.

A cool sensation slowly flowed from between my brows throughout my body.

I began to mentally rehearse the acupuncture techniques of the Ghost Needle.

Stitching together a spirit is completely different from stitching together a physical body; it requires extremely precise control.

At 2 p.m. sharp, Wang Daya arrived at the hotel entrance in his old Santana.

"Gentlemen, please get in the car. Guanjiatun isn't far from here, only half an hour's drive."

As the car drove out of Fengtian city, the scenery on both sides of the road became desolate, with withered corn stalks and thick snow everywhere.

Guanjiatun is a typical small village, with a stone tablet standing at the entrance.

Wang Daya parked his car in front of a large red brick courtyard.

The wall surrounding this courtyard was much higher than that of a typical farmhouse, and it was covered with broken glass.

Before I even entered, I could smell a strong metallic odor and an extremely oppressive, chilly atmosphere.

"Old...Old Guan! Is Old Guan home? I've brought a master over!" Wang Daya shouted at the top of his lungs.

The courtyard gate slowly opened, and a burly old man with his eyes covered by a black cloth walked out, leaning on an iron cane.

Although he was blind, he was extremely agile. He tilted his head slightly toward us, as if he could smell our presence through our voices.

"Wang Daya, I told you, don't come into my house if you don't bring any treasures."

The old man's voice was hoarse.

"Oh, Lao Guan, this Master Chen is no ordinary person."

He didn't bring ginseng, but he brought something even more effective.

Seeing this, Wang Daya quickly stepped forward to introduce them.

Guan the Blind Man turned his face, which was covered by a black cloth, toward me. I felt an extremely sharp gaze seem to pierce through the black cloth and fall on me.

"The smell of a corpse stitcher," Guan the Blind Man suddenly said, his nostrils flaring slightly.

"Kid, are you a corpse-stitching man from the south?"

I raised an eyebrow. This old man could actually smell my origins?

"Chen Yang greets Elder Guan."

I clasped my hands in a respectful greeting, my tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Guan the Blind snorted coldly: "The Chen family... back then there was an old ghost named Chen who was quite prestigious outside the Great Wall."

Unfortunately, the person who stitched up the corpse had a short life.

"You want to cure my granddaughter? What gives you the right?"

"With this needle in my hand."

Since I've decided to act swiftly, I've also decided to stop holding back.

I decided to show off my special skill to quickly gain his trust.

I flicked my fingertip, and the black bone needle emitted a crisp buzzing sound, drawing a black line in the air before hovering steadily three inches in front of the blind man.

Guan the blind man's body stiffened abruptly, and his eyes, which were covered by a black cloth, seemed to contract slightly.

"Controlling Qi..."

He muttered to himself, his tone finally softening somewhat.

"Come inside. If you can truly mend my granddaughter's soul back, I will offer that piece of meteorite iron with both hands."

I put away the bone needles and stepped into the courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard stood a huge forging table, surrounded by piles of all sorts of oddly shaped metal blocks.

In the east wing, I sensed an extremely chaotic, fishy-smelling yin energy raging wildly.

"Li Qing, you stay at the door and don't let anyone in," I whispered.

Li Qing's expression was solemn as he gripped the compass tightly: "Don't worry, Lao Chen, just be careful yourself."

I pushed open the door to the side room.

The temperature inside was lower than outside.

A girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old was chained to the bed with thick iron chains. Her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were closed.

But it kept making sharp cries.

On her forehead, a black mist was faintly visible, which condensed into a hideous ghost face, trying to crawl out of her seven orifices.

I reached out and gently placed my fingertips on her wrist.

There was no pulse, or rather, the pulse was so weak that it was almost impossible for human senses to detect.

But in my perception, her body was like a porcelain vase with a hole in the bottom, with wisps of pale blue light seeping out from her crown, shoulders, and soles of her feet.

That's the soul dissipating.

"The soul fire is about to go out, and the three souls and seven spirits are in chaos. Two souls and three spirits have already drifted out of the body and were wrapped up by that black wind."

I withdrew my hand, my voice steady, but my brows furrowed slightly.

This dissipation happens extremely quickly. If it is not stopped, in three days at most, the girl will become an empty shell, without even the chance to be reincarnated.

I turned my head and looked at Guan Xiazi, who was standing at the door with his head covered by a black cloth.

"Mr. Guan, I need to know the truth before I take action."

How exactly did this girl run into that black wind?

Although Fengtian City is chaotic, a malevolent aura of this level wouldn't target an ordinary girl without reason.

The knuckles of the blind man's fingers, which were gripping the iron cane, had turned white from the force he exerted.

He was silent for a few seconds, then his wrinkled face twitched.

"A week ago, Ling'er went to the forest at the foot of Changbai Mountain to collect wild produce. When she came back, she brought back a black stone."

Guan the blind man's voice was low and hoarse.

"I could tell at a glance that something was wrong with that stone. It was a mountain-suppressing stone, used to suppress the evil spirits of the earth's veins."

She accidentally kicked over the pile of stones and picked up the stone.

That night, a black wind swept through the courtyard, carrying with it the sounds of crying and laughter.

Although I am blind, I have a knife. I cleaved the wind, but the little girl's soul... was mostly snatched away by the wind through her seven orifices.

He paused, his tone revealing a deep sense of self-reproach: "I've spent my whole life wielding weapons, my killing intent is strong, I can suppress evil spirits, but I couldn't protect my own granddaughter."

The shamanic disciples said that the Black Wind Immortal was collecting a debt and was forcing the little girl to become his spirit medium.