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

"I understand. It's the old monster in the ley lines causing trouble."

I nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

In the world of folklore, the concept of cause and effect is the most perplexing.

But for me, the most important thing now is not to sever the cause and effect, but to sew this girl's soul back together.

I took a deep breath, and the malevolent energy within my body began to circulate rapidly along my meridians.

The heavy and condensed malevolent energy, like amalgam, flowed continuously toward my right hand under my control.

"Li Qing, guard the gate. Even if the sky falls, don't let anyone in."

I whispered a command.

A calm reply came from outside the door: "Don't worry, Lao Chen."

The compass has pinpointed the location; within a ten-meter radius, not even a fly can get in.

I turned around, and with my right hand, fingers together like a knife, I slashed through the air.

"Royal!"

The black bone needle emitted an extremely faint popping sound and instantly hovered above Guan Ling's brow.

Then, I released the evil energy within my body, condensing it into a thin, jet-black energy line.

Stitching ghosts is something I'm very good at.

Because the ghost's body is inherently malevolent, my evil energy entering its body will only make it more stable.

But sewing souls together is a completely different matter.

The living soul is pure, yet fragile.

When my first wisp of malevolent energy tried to approach Guan Ling's scattered soul light, the pale blue light spot seemed to encounter ice and snow in a raging fire, instantly shrinking and dissipating.

I was startled and quickly withdrew my malevolent energy.

"No, it's too aggressive," I muttered to myself.

The essence of "煞气" (sha qi) is to pursue extreme ferocity and penetrating power.

This energy is a deadly weapon against evil spirits, and even more so a poison to a soul on the verge of dissipation.

I closed my eyes, and a cool sensation began to surge wildly between my brows.

I need to filter.

I tried to first guide the malevolent energy into the cool aura between my eyebrows, letting it swirl and settle within that mysterious energy.

This is an extremely painful process, feeling like forcibly pouring red-hot molten iron into ice water.

A sharp pain emanated from my meridians; it was the burden caused by the energy conflict.

But I gritted my teeth and held onto that balance tightly.

About five minutes later, the black line I spat out from my fingertip changed.

The original chilling ferocity disappeared, replaced by a restrained, yet subtly vibrant, dark gray.

"Now."

My eyes narrowed, and I activated the bone needles.

The black bone needle, carrying the filtered evil energy line, precisely pierced Guan Ling's Baihui acupoint.

The moment the needle entered my body, I felt an extremely strong repulsive force.

That was the Black Wind Demon lurking within her making its final struggle.

The black mist tried to attack my meridians by flowing along the needle, but the mercury-like evil energy in my body suddenly trembled, directly dispersing the black mist.

"Certainly!"

I pressed a button in the air.

The bone needles darted rapidly through Guan Ling's sea of ​​consciousness.

I could clearly feel that my scattered soul and spirit were being drawn back little by little.

This work is incredibly detailed.

The force of each stitch and the length of each thread must be precise to the millimeter.

If the thread is pulled too tight, the soul will be damaged by the pressure and may develop dementia later; if it is pulled too loose, the soul will still leak out.

I felt fine beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

This kind of consumption is greater than if I were to fight a battle with General Zuo.

"The first needle stabilizes the soul."

I manipulated the bone needles to stitch that weakest wisp of blue light back into her spiritual platform.

Guan Ling's body suddenly trembled violently, and she let out a painful groan.

"Little girl, she..."

Guan the Blind Man nervously took a step forward at the door.

"Don't move! Since you've chosen to let Old Chen do it, trust him!"

This is the voice Li Qing transmitted.

I didn't even turn my head, and my hands didn't stop moving at all.

Because I knew that Li Qing was guarding the door for me.

Guan the blind man abruptly stopped in his tracks, his iron staff carving a deep crater in the ground.

I continued administering acupuncture.

"Second needle, lock the soul of the earth."

"The third needle, unite the life and soul."

As her three souls returned to their rightful place, the deathly pallor on Guan Ling's face finally subsided slightly, revealing a faint blush.

But the real test has only just begun—the stitching together of the seven souls.

The seven souls represent a person's emotions, desires, and physical functions.

It can be said that the three souls represent a person's life, but the seven spirits are the most important thing for a person to live in the world.

When I began stitching up her "spiritual essence," a strange change occurred.

Suddenly, a cold wind rose from the ground in the previously quiet room.

The wind wasn't blowing in from outside the window; it was coming directly out from the cracks in the floor tiles.

A strong, fishy stench wafted in the air, and I vaguely saw a shadowy figure dressed in a long black robe and wearing a tall hat appear at the head of the bed.

It stretched out a withered, bony hand, trying to grab Guan Ling's neck.

"Where did this wild spirit come from, daring to snatch someone from in front of me?"

A furious shout came from outside the door from Li Qing.

Immediately afterwards, a golden talismanic light shot in through the crack in the door and struck the dark figure precisely.

The dark figure let out a piercing scream and vanished into the air, but the chilling aura did not dissipate; instead, it grew even stronger.

I ignored the sounds around me and focused all my attention on my fingertips.

Filtering the evil energy lines is becoming increasingly difficult.

As the stitching deepened, Guan Ling's soul began to instinctively resist.

It was afraid of my malevolent energy, even if it was filtered.

My hands began to tremble slightly.

"Freeze!"

I roared inwardly, and the cool aura between my brows instantly burst forth, flowing directly into the bone needle along the line of malevolent energy.

At that moment, the black bone needles burst forth with a dark purple light.

I sped up.

The needles flew about, and the lines of malevolent energy intertwined in the void to form a complex net, locking Guan Ling's seven souls tightly within her body.

The last needle was inserted into her "Yongquan" acupoint.

When the last evil energy line entered her body, the eerie wind in the entire room stopped abruptly.

Guan Ling exhaled a long breath of black, turbid air, which was the lingering black wind evil.

Her breathing became steady and strong, and her eyes, which had rolled back, slowly closed as she fell into a deep sleep.

I withdrew the bone needles, my body swayed, and I almost fell over.

The body's internal energy was almost depleted, and a dry, stinging sensation came from the meridians.

The cool aura between his brows had also become extremely dim, clearly indicating excessive consumption.

I held onto the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

"It's done," I said in a hoarse voice.

The door to the side room was suddenly pushed open, and Guan Xiazi and Li Qing rushed in.

Guan the Blind Man strode to the bedside. Although he couldn't see with his eyes covered by a black cloth, his trembling hand touched Guan Ling's forehead. Then, as if he had collapsed, he knelt down by the bed.

"I'm back... my soul is back... I'm warm again..."

The old man was overcome with tears, his voice choked with emotion.