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

Using the recoil, he leaped into the air, his saber gleaming with an intense and brutal aura of warfare, and slashed down at Black Wind Immortal's head!

"Back in Changbai Mountain, you beast, you loved to play dirty tricks behind people's backs. Today, I'll settle both old and new scores with you!"

As the blade slashed down, the faint roar of a thousand horses charging into battle could be heard in the air.

This is the ultimate killing intent that Guan the Blind Man forged in countless weapons over his lifetime of blacksmithing.

Black Wind Immortal roared, its black fur standing on end, and thick black smoke condensed above its head into a huge black shield, attempting to block the attack.

"boom--"

Swords and shields clashed.

A terrifying hurricane swept through the corridor.

Li Qing and I were thrown to the ground by the blast, unable to even open our eyes.

"Chen family brat, take your friends and step back!"

Guan the Blind Man's voice rang out from the eye of the storm, exuding an undeniable domineering aura.

"That beast, I'll personally chop it up today!"

I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in my meridians, and pulled Li Qing up from the ground, retreating to the relatively safe stairwell.

As I watched the blind old man wielding a horse-slaying sword, beating the Black Wind Immortal like a war god, the tension in my heart finally eased a little.

At that moment, I leaned against the cold wall at the top of the stairs, my lungs feeling like broken bellows.

Every breath was filled with the heavy smell of blood and a burning, stinging pain.

The enormous horse-slaying sword that Guan Xiazi wielded made my eyes dazzled.

Each swing created a whooshing sound, forcing the Black Wind Immortal's massive body to retreat step by step.

Black Wind Immortal's black demon blood splattered on the tattered carpet, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

"Old dog! The biggest regret of my life is that I couldn't grind you to dust thirty years ago!"

Guan the blind man laughed wildly.

Although his eyes were covered by a black cloth, the fierce and menacing aura of war allowed him to accurately lock onto the monster's every move.

The Black Wind Immortal roared, and fear finally showed in its pair of green vertical pupils.

One of its arms had been severed at the shoulder by the sword, and black smoke billowed from the cut, yet it could not stop the loss of its demonic power.

"Blind Guan...you can't kill me! I am a spirit from beneath Changbai Mountain, I am immortal!"

It frantically waved its remaining claws, whipping up gusts of foul-smelling black wind, in an attempt to make a final, death throes.

I saw that its movements were starting to become distorted, which was a sign of its demonic power being overdrawn.

Under its armpit, where I had just scratched it, there was a slightly sunken patch of soft flesh that was throbbing violently.

That is its Achilles' heel, and also the hub where its demonic core gathers its malevolent energy.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the emptiness in my meridians.

The cool sensation between my brows had become so faint as to be almost imperceptible, but I knew this was my last chance.

With trembling hands, I pulled the black bone needle from my pocket.

"Royal..."

I slowly uttered a single word, my voice so faint that only I could hear it.

I didn't use any evil energy because there wasn't a single drop left in my meridians.

I used the last bit of that cool, lingering energy between my eyebrows.

The black bone needle trembled slightly at my fingertips, then silently floated up.

It didn't produce the usual sharp, piercing sound of wind; instead, it was like a speck of dust floating in the darkness.

Following the turbulent currents in the corridor, it slowly drifted towards the Black Wind Immortal.

As if sensing something, Guan the Blind Man suddenly halted his attack, then swept his broadsword horizontally, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the Black Wind Immortal's vision.

"Die!"

Guan the Blind Man roared, drawing all the monsters' attention.

It's now!

I bit my tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto my fingertip, and pointed fiercely into the void.

The black bone needle accelerated instantly, transforming into a thin, wisp of black light. Under the cover of black smoke and sparks, it precisely pierced the collapsed soft flesh under the Black Wind Immortal's armpit.

"puff--"

A soft sound.

The Black Wind Immortal's massive body suddenly froze.

Its hideous face twisted instantly, its green vertical pupils staring intently at me, making a "clucking" sound, but it couldn't utter a single word.

The unique power of the Corpse-Sealing Man contained within the bone needle exploded instantly within its fatal acupoint, directly shattering its demon core that it had cultivated for hundreds of years.

"boom--!"

The Black Wind Immortal's body instantly began to shrink, and large amounts of black smoke spewed out from its seven orifices and wounds.

Its flesh quickly dried up and rotted, eventually turning into a pile of foul-smelling black liquid and a few scattered bones.

In that instant, I felt like all the strength had been drained from my body.

My vision went black for a moment, and I slid limply down the wall and collapsed to the ground.

"Old Chen!"

Li Qing scrambled over and caught me.

His once handsome face was now covered in dust and blood, making him look utterly disheveled.

Guan the Blind Man dragged his horse-slaying saber backwards as it scraped against the cement ground with a screeching sound.

He walked to the spot where the Black Wind Immortal had disappeared, picked up a tattered piece of black fur with the tip of his knife, and snorted coldly:

"That beast got off too easily."

Then he turned his head, and although I couldn't see him, I could feel his gaze falling on me.

"Young man Chen, well done. That injection had the feel of your grandfather back then."

I managed to open my eyes and force a smile, but I didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Alright, stop pretending. That kid Wang Daya is waiting outside."

"The commotion here is too loud; the folklore bureau will be here soon. We need to leave quickly."

Guan the Blind put away his sword, lifted the weak Li Qing with one hand, and steadily supported me with the other.

His palms were thick and warm, carrying a reassuring power.

We jumped through the hole in the broken wall and landed in the alley behind the hotel.

Sure enough, Wang Daya's old Santana was parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights on.

Wang Daya was squatting on the hood of the car smoking, looking as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. As soon as he saw us come out, he quickly opened the car door.

"Oh my god, you've finally come out! This hotel is about to collapse!"

While complaining, Wang Daya hurriedly helped Guan Xiazi stuff us into the back seat.

The car roared and quickly disappeared into the streets of Fengtian late at night.

I leaned back in my seat, listening to the soft whispers of Li Qing and Wang Daya, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

I slept very soundly, but not peacefully.

My dream was filled with endless black smoke and countless corpses that could never be stitched up.

When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was streaming through the old wooden window and falling on my face.

I looked up and saw that the furnishings... must be from the house where the blind man was kept.

I tried to move my body, and a series of tingling and numb sensations came from my meridians, which were the aftereffects of overexertion.

Although the malevolent energy was still gone, fortunately, his physical foundation was still intact, and he had recovered a lot of strength after a night's rest.