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

This combination is extremely difficult to deal with in the folklore world.

"In that case, I'll just have to dig him out myself."

I said softly, and then suddenly exerted force with my right hand.

"Zzzzt—"

The crisp, melodious sound of the scalpel being drawn stood out starkly in the eerie ancestral cemetery.

"Excuse me, gentlemen?"

Although I was asking a question, I had already taken a step forward.

The burly man with the iron tower roared, "Screw you! Die!"

The black iron rod in his hand brought a gust of wind as it slammed down hard on my head.

The force of that blow was immense; before it even landed, the withered leaves on the ground were swept up by the strong wind.

I shifted my body slightly to the side and moved my feet slightly, narrowly avoiding the blow.

"boom!"

The black iron rod smashed to the ground, shattering a tombstone into pieces.

I didn't choose to confront him head-on, because my current target was the middle-aged man holding the compass.

As everyone knows, in team fights, you should target the carry first.

The same applies to fighting with a feng shui master, especially on their home turf; you must take care of the feng shui master first.

Otherwise, he would wear you down to death.

With a flick of my left hand, the black bone needle transformed into a streak of black light, aiming straight for the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Hey buddy, I'm your opponent."

At this moment, the woman in red chuckled and suddenly flung out the steel needle in her hand.

"Jingle bells!"

Despite the difficulty, with a few crisp sounds, my bone needle was still slightly deflected by her steel needle.

This woman's skill with hidden weapons is indeed impressive; she was able to accurately lock onto the bone needles I was controlling with my Qi manipulation technique.

The middle-aged man still held the compass steadily.

Looking at the scene before him, a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "In my Fog-Locked Tower Formation, your every move is under my control."

Stop struggling, just obediently become food.

With your pure and potent baleful aura, the living dragon corpse will surely be of a higher rank upon its rebirth!

As he turned the compass, the surrounding white mist suddenly became viscous.

These white mists were like chains, binding my limbs.

I felt the flow of evil energy within my body become extremely sluggish, and every movement required several times more physical strength than usual.

This is what makes feng shui masters so terrifying.

They don't engage in direct combat with your techniques; instead, they use the advantages of timing and location to suppress you at the root.

I took a deep breath, and the malevolent energy within me began to spin wildly, trying to break free from this constraint.

"Mountain-Shaking Force, open the way!"

I exerted my strength suddenly, and all the muscles in my body bulged, producing a series of thunderous roars.

I forcefully broke free of the misty chains binding me, and my entire body transformed into a leaden gray afterimage, rushing towards the middle-aged man once again.

"Titlis, stop him!" the middle-aged man shouted in a low voice.

The burly man with the iron tower blocked my way again, wielding his black iron staff with impenetrable force, like a black shield.

The woman in red then flung out several steel needles, instantly forcing me back.

In the following days, I tried every possible way to get close to that feng shui master.

However, the result was that, without using any trump cards, I was forced to jump around by these three people in this small open space of an old cemetery, which was only a few dozen square meters in size.

After nearly ten minutes of fighting, I finally figured out the three people's tactics.

That Titlisman, covered in bluish-black markings, was practically a tireless, mad bull.

The black iron rod in his hand weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds, but in his hands it was like a toothpick, which he wielded with great skill and flair.

The most disgusting thing was that the bluish-black markings on his body emitted a strong stench of death.

Every time I slashed at him with my lancet, it was like striking a tough layer of leather tire; it only left a white mark.

Unless I infuse my willow-leaf blade with murderous intent and strike with all my might, I won't be able to cut through his flesh.

This is a typical martial arts style developed by boiling corpse oil and secret medicines, a fighting method that is completely reckless and suicidal.

But I had no chance to focus fire and take down this Iron Man first.

Because that woman in the red cheongsam was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

She never confronted me directly; she always remained on the fringes of the battlefield.

If I pause even slightly, or try to bypass Tielishi to attack the feng shui master, her steel needles will, as if they have eyes, shoot extremely cunningly at my vital points.

Her needles were not only coated with poison, but also carried a chilling, penetrating energy.

A needle just grazed my shoulder, and my skin went numb instantly. Even the flow of evil energy in that area froze for a few seconds.

But what bothers me the most, what annoys me the most, is the feng shui master who stands in front of the old grave without moving an inch.

The compass in his hand was practically a cheat code.

This "Mist-shrouded tower" feng shui formation has completely stirred up the yin energy of this ancestral burial ground.

The feng shui master didn't need to do anything himself.

He only needed to gently turn the compass needle, and the white mist around me would seem to come alive, transforming into invisible ropes that would wrap around my hands and feet.

Every step I take forward requires two or three times more effort than usual to break free from these earth-based chains.

Moreover, within this formation, my five senses were extremely compressed.

If it weren't for the cool aura between my brows that was holding me back, I probably wouldn't have been able to see which direction this woman's hidden weapon was coming from.

"when!"

I swung my willow-leaf knife again, blocking the blow that Tie Lishi was about to deliver.

The enormous recoil force was transmitted through the handle of the knife to my right arm.

Using that force, I pushed off with my feet and slid backward three or four meters.

"Run? Where can you run, you little mouse?"

Titlis grinned maliciously and strode closer.

With each step he took, he left a deep hole in the mud.

"Hehehe, buddy, your movements have slowed down."

"Is it because your sister's needle made you feel cold?"

A woman in a cheongsam spoke in a sweet, delicate voice from the mist on the left.

Immediately afterwards, three more points of cold light formed a triangular shape, blocking my escape route.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood in my body, and said in a calm and gentle voice: "With such good teamwork, it would be a waste of your talents if you didn't go to the circus to perform acrobatics."

"To have someone control the flow of a fight like that, that's a bit unsportsmanlike."

Although I was joking, I knew very well in my heart that we couldn't waste any more time like this.

Although the malevolent energy within me is pure, it cannot withstand such high-intensity, continuous consumption.

What's more, there's a "living dragon corpse" buried underground that could awaken at any moment, and it's unclear how much longer Zhou Ming can hold on.

If I reveal my trump card, Pi Sha, here, even if I manage to kill all three of them, what if the zombie awakens later? Not only will I be unable to save Zhou Ming, but I will also become the zombie's food.

We must find a way to break this deadlock.

My gaze passed over Tielishi's broad shoulders and fixed on the feng shui master standing behind him.