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

If she carried it with her, then it's now in the hands of the authorities.

If not, then finding the whereabouts of this copper coin sword will be another troublesome matter.

I don't know what this thing is for right now, but it's something my grandfather left me before he died.

I absolutely cannot let it be left out.

"Alright, stop worrying about these things."

Jin Wanliang stood up and patted his butt.

"The doctor said that your top priority right now is to eat well and sleep well."

I'll go get you some nourishing medicinal food later. I've already spoken to the funeral home and told them you've taken extended leave due to a family emergency."

"Thanks, Lao Jin."

"Don't be so polite, we're like family."

Jin Wanliang walked to the door and looked back one last time.

"By the way, your car is still parked in the station's underground garage. I'll drive it back for you first."

After Jin Wanliang left, the ward returned to silence.

I took a deep breath, trying to mobilize the evil energy within my body.

After much effort, he finally sensed a faint, hair-like black aura in his dantian.

It is slowly traveling along the meridians, repairing the cracks caused by overexertion.

This recovery speed is so slow it's frustrating.

I looked at the bedside table, where my scalpel and black bone needles were placed.

They lay quietly in the tray, seemingly waiting for their owner to return.

I reached out and touched the black bone needle.

The cool touch made me feel a slight tremor in that instant, and the cool sensation that had been dormant between my brows for five days actually stirred.

Although it was very faint, it made me realize that the aura had not disappeared; it had simply entered a deep hibernation because my body was too weak.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside the window.

The wind in Jiangcheng has turned cold.

……

After spending another whole day in the hospital's intensive care unit, I simply couldn't stay in bed any longer.

It's not because I'm destined to be a workaholic, but because I'm in a rush to get back to the funeral home for work.

Old Jin has put in a good word for me at the funeral home, and besides, given my relationship with Director Wang, getting a long leave shouldn't be a problem.

What truly made me anxious and even restless was the snake egg left in the rented room.

Counting the days, it has been almost seven days since I last fed it with blood from my fingertip and guided its demonic energy.

When Master Liu entrusted this snake egg to me, he repeatedly instructed me that it must be nourished with my fingertip blood and the evil energy of the corpse sewer every seven days, without fail.

Now that I have accepted this cause and effect, I cannot let it be ruined in my hands.

Moreover, given my current physical condition, staying in the hospital, apart from receiving daily glucose drips to supplement nutrition, does not provide any substantial therapeutic effect.

The aftereffects of forcibly activating the Demon-Slaying Technique are far more serious than I imagined.

Western medical instruments can detect my muscle strain and mild multiple organ failure, but they cannot detect the residual malevolent energy in my meridians that is like a bone-deep abscess.

If I circulate my inner energy for even a short period of time, even just the most basic breathing exercise, an extremely sharp burning sensation will come from my withered meridians.

The feeling was like someone forcefully shoving a red-hot wire into my veins, causing me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

In addition, my whole body ached as if I had been run over by a truck, and I even had to grit my teeth to turn over.

The injuries caused by this kind of esoteric magic are beyond the reach of modern medicine. I can only recover by slowly breathing and practicing gentle techniques.

So, on the morning of the next day, I politely but firmly refused the attending physician's offer to stay.

Despite the dissuasion of the staff left behind by the Folk Customs Bureau, they forcibly completed the discharge procedures.

Old Jin originally said he would come to pick me up, but I didn't let him go through all that trouble.

I took a taxi back to my rented room in the urban village.

Pushing open that familiar security door, the house smelled faintly of mildew, likely from not being ventilated for several days.

I didn't rush to tidy up the house. Instead, I endured the soreness all over my body and went straight to the bedside.

On the bedside table, the grayish-white snake egg lay quietly in the bowl.

The eggshell surface remained dull and lifeless, showing no signs of breaking open, and was even slightly cooler than when I touched it last time.

I sighed and picked up the lancet.

The blade lightly sliced ​​across the tip of the left index finger.

Because of severe blood and qi deficiency, the wound did not bleed immediately after the incision, and the edges of the wound had an unhealthy pale color.

I squeezed my finger hard and barely managed to squeeze out a drop of blood that was crimson with a hint of darkness.

I dripped a drop of blood onto the top of the grayish-white snake egg.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the eggshell, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, I closed my eyes, enduring the burning sensation emanating from my meridians, and very carefully mobilized the faint trace of malevolent energy within my dantian.

The malevolent energy probed into the eggshell from the fingertips.

In that instant, I could feel an extremely faint, intermittent demonic aura moving inside the eggshell.

I used my own malevolent energy as a guide, leading that demonic energy to complete a full cycle inside the eggshell.

After doing all this, I was covered in sweat.

I leaned against the edge of the bed, looking at the snake egg that remained unchanged even after absorbing blood and evil energy, and shook my head helplessly.

"Third Master Liu, Third Master Liu, your bloodline is really hard to please."

I almost lost my life, and it didn't even make a sound. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do my best and leave the rest to fate.

I put the lancet on my bedside table and left it there.

My immediate priority is to resolve the major problem within my own body.

I climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and assumed the most basic five-heart-facing-the-sky posture.

I closed my eyes, sank my consciousness into my body, and began to introspect.

The situation is worse than I expected.

The Art of Covering with Evil, a forbidden technique recorded in the Heavenly Garment Strategy, is based on the principle of using the body as a corpse and evil spirits as clothing.

At the moment of unleashing it, the evil energy in my dantian was forcibly atomized and dispersed into my limbs, muscles, and even the depths of my bone marrow.

This will indeed bring me a huge boost in strength in a short period of time.

But the cost was devastating.

After the battle ended, as the malevolent energy was exhausted, the residual malevolent energy scattered throughout the body did not obediently return to the dantian.

They were like a group of scattered soldiers who had lost their commander, lingering in the tiny meridians and flesh that should not have contained any malevolent energy in the first place.

The murderous aura of the Corpse Stitchers is inherently extremely fierce and chilling.

These substances linger in these vulnerable areas, hindering the normal flow of qi and blood—which is also the culprit behind my body aches and burning sensations in my meridians.

If I don't extract them, not only will my cultivation stagnate, but over time, it will even damage my foundation and turn me into a complete cripple.

"call……"