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

"Control Qi!"

The black bone needle that had been hidden in my sleeve was shot out by me with all my mental power at this moment.

Within this range, the penetrating power and speed of the bone needles are at their strongest!

The black bone needle transformed into a bolt of black lightning, instantly piercing through Yan Kuan's newly formed protective aura.

The moment the protective aura shattered, I had already closed in on him.

"In your next life, don't mess with the corpse stitcher."

My calm voice rang in his ear.

The scalpel in his right hand drew a sharp, silver crescent shape as it slashed diagonally upwards.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

Yan Kuan's body suddenly stiffened.

The compass in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

He clutched his neck with one hand, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

At this moment, he opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but could only let out a "gurgling" sound.

I didn't look at him again, walked past him, and landed steadily next to the old grave that had been filled in.

"Bang!"

Yan Kuan's body fell straight down, his head rolling to the side.

With his death, the "Mist-Locked Tower" formation completely collapsed.

The surrounding mist dissipated completely in a gust of cold wind, revealing the cool moonlight.

The entire ancestral cemetery was deathly silent.

Titlis and the woman in the cheongsam stood frozen in place, staring at Yan Kuan's corpse, their expressions shifting from shock to extreme terror.

They couldn't understand how their prey, who had been completely overwhelmed and unable to fight back, could suddenly erupt and instantly kill their strongest formation core.

I slowly turned around and casually flicked the blood off the scalpel.

The abnormality in his left arm gradually returned to normal as the evil energy subsided, but a dark red tinge still lingered around his fingertips.

I looked at the two of them, my tone still calm, even with a hint of negotiation:

"Your boss has already passed away."

Are you planning to go down and join him, or will you find a place to dig the hole yourselves?

Titlis swallowed hard, and his previously ferocious aura instantly subsided.

He glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, then at me, and suddenly threw down the black iron rod in his hand, turning around and running wildly down the mountain.

The woman in the cheongsam didn't even dare to utter a harsh word; she transformed into a red shadow and disappeared into the nearby woods.

Seeing the two people running away, I didn't chase after them.

Because the evil energy within me has been depleted by nearly 60% after tonight's series of battles.

Although I used my evil energy to suppress the poison on my thigh, it still needs time to be cleared away.

More importantly, I don't have time to deal with them anymore.

I turned around and stared intently at the old grave that had been filled in.

With Yan Kuan dead, the formation was broken, and the aura hidden underground was finally released without reservation.

An extremely dense aura of death was seeping out from the cracks in the grave soil.

"Living dragon corpse..."

I gripped the scalpel tightly and took a deep breath.

"Zhou Ming, if you're still alive, give me a break."

After putting away the scalpel, I cursed under my breath as I dug into the old grave with both hands.

Fortunately, the soil on the grave was loose, indicating that Yan Kuan and his group had just dug it up and then filled it back in.

At that moment, I didn't have time to look for any tools. With my hands like hooks, I scooped up large chunks of dark red soil behind me.

Grave digging is a major taboo for people in our line of work.

But saving lives is the priority right now, so I can't worry about anything else.

I hadn't dug very deep, only about a meter or so, when my fingertips touched something hard and cool.

It feels like wood to the touch.

I took a deep breath and forcefully pushed aside the surrounding soil.

What came into view was a coffin that was entirely painted red and made of brand new wood.

The coffin looked out of place in this gloomy and dilapidated ancestral cemetery; it was so red and shiny, as if it had just been pulled out of a lacquer bucket.

I could even smell a faint fragrance of camphor wood mixed with the stench of decay rising from the ground, which was nauseating.

Looking at the scene before me, my heart sank.

Something's wrong with this red lacquered coffin; it's too new, almost as if it were specially prepared to hold a living person.

After taking out the scalpel again, I pressed the tip against the gap in the coffin lid and pried it open sharply.

"Creak—"

A teeth-grinding scraping sound echoed across the silent mountaintop.

The coffin lid was not nailed shut; it was just slightly ajar.

With a burst of strength, I flipped the heavy cover plate aside, and it slammed heavily onto the muddy ground.

Inside the coffin, Zhou Ming was lying there quietly.

Looking up, I saw that his clothes were all tattered and covered with dark red bloodstains.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

What shocked me most was that his neck, wrists, and ankles were wrapped with tiny black threads.

The silk threads dug deep into his flesh, continuously drawing yang energy from his body.

"Damn it, they're really using people like batteries."

My calm voice finally betrayed a hint of barely suppressed anger.

After shaking the dirt off my hands, I reached out and checked his carotid artery.

Thankfully, there's still a faint pulse.

I bent down, put my hands under his armpits, and gritted my teeth as I dragged him out of the coffin.

Although Zhou Ming was thin, he was still a tall young man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall. At this moment, he looked as heavy as a dead man.

But just as I dragged Zhou Ming's upper body out of the coffin, before his feet even touched the ground, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a deafening cracking sound came from the bottom of the coffin, which had been calm.

"boom!"

The brand-new red-lacquered coffin seemed to have been detonated by explosives from underground, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

A dense, almost tangible, dark purple aura of death, like an evil dragon, suddenly burst forth from the shattered bottom of the coffin.

I was jolted back three steps by the enormous impact, still holding onto Zhou Ming tightly, and the two of us fell to the ground in the mud.

By the pale moonlight, I was finally able to see clearly.

It turned out that under the red lacquered coffin was an old wooden coffin that had rotted and turned black, covered with dark purple mold.

The lid of the old coffin had long been blown off.

And lying inside is the very source of the Zhoujiacun incident.

That living dragon corpse in Yan Kuan and the old man making paper offerings!

At this moment, it slowly stood up from the deep pit in the ground.

It is over two meters tall and covered with a thick layer of long purple fur.

The hair was still covered with a sticky, yellowish-green liquid, which dripped onto the ground and emitted a pungent odor.

Its eyes had no pupils, only two violent, dark red glints of light.

What terrified me most was its movements.

It's not like the hopping zombies shown on TV; it moves extremely fast and is incredibly agile.