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

As soon as it appeared, its figure transformed into a purplish-black afterimage, instantly appearing next to Yan Kuan's headless corpse.

The living dragon corpse stretched out its withered hand with black fingernails about an inch long, grabbed Yan Kuan's ankle, and swung it violently.

"Rip—"

Yan Kuan's corpse was like a rag doll in its hands, torn in two.

It greedily opened its large mouth full of fangs and began to frantically suck the blood gushing from the broken wound.

A chill ran down my spine as I watched from a short distance away.

Although I don't know why Yan Kuan and that old man who made paper offerings called this thing a living dragon corpse, this zombie is indeed the most ferocious zombie I've seen in all these years, apart from General Zuo.

The corpse aura emanating from its entire body was so solid it seemed to have solidified, and it was covered in thick purple fur.

If it were given more time to drain Zhou Ming dry, it would probably advance to the Flying Zombie level immediately!

Yan Kuan and his group wanted to use it to cause trouble, but they never expected that it would turn out to be used as nourishment for them to hatch.

It's true that karma works its own way.

At this moment, the living dragon corpse had absorbed Yan Kuan's essence and blood, and the purple fur on its body seemed to become even more vibrant.

Its red eyes suddenly turned and locked onto me and Zhou Ming beside me.

run?

The thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately dismissed it.

I am currently poisoned in my thigh, and my malevolent energy is reduced to just over 30%. I am also burdened with Zhou Ming, whose fate is unknown.

I just saw how fast that living dragon corpse was; in this terrain, I couldn't possibly outrun it with just one person.

More importantly, dozens of villagers from Zhoujia Village were hiding in the ancestral hall at the foot of the mountain.

If we let that beast go down, Zhoujia Village will be wiped out tonight.

Although I, Chen Yang, am not a great hero, as a corpse stitcher, I walk between the Yin and Yang realms, but I abide by the rules of the Yang realm.

I can't bear to watch this beast slaughter a village right under my nose.

"Zhou Ming, you owe me more than just one life now."

Remember to lend me the secret manual from Longhu Mountain for a couple of days later.

I gently placed Zhou Ming behind a flat tombstone and slowly stood up.

"Piercing Demon".

I murmured softly, so softly that only I could hear it.

I abruptly closed my eyes, and the originally steady flow of malevolent energy within my body was forcibly reversed at that moment.

"Buzz—"

An indescribable, excruciating pain suddenly erupted from my dantian, rushing down my spine and straight to my head.

The malevolent energy within me is no longer docile; it is angry and roaring.

"Using one's body as a corpse...using the dead as clothing..."

I felt my heartbeat slowing down and my body temperature dropping rapidly.

My consciousness began to blur, and I vaguely heard the wails and temptations of countless wronged souls.

Kill... kill everything in front of you...

Blood is sweet... life is fragile...

I slowly opened my eyes, and the world before me had turned dark red.

The living dragon corpse seemed to sense the threat as well.

It dropped the severed limb from its hand, let out a deafening roar, and pounced on me with lightning speed.

"Go back!"

My voice became hoarse and low, carrying a fierce undertone.

I did not dodge. The willow-leaf knife in my right hand, under the state of being shrouded in evil energy, was enveloped by the evil energy I poured in and transformed into a black giant blade a meter long.

I swung the weapon heavily at the living dragon corpse.

"boom!"

The black longsword collided with the withered claws of the living dragon corpse, which were covered with black nails, and a shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye erupted.

The surrounding graves collapsed due to the aftershocks, sending dirt flying everywhere!

I felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of the knife, making my bones creak and groan.

But I did not back down.

In the state of being shrouded in wrath, my strength and speed were forcibly boosted to a terrifying level!

After I finished the slash, my left hand shot out and grabbed one of the living dragon corpse's arms tightly.

He then swiftly swung his long sword in his right hand and slashed it viciously across its neck.

The living dragon corpse seemed to have never expected that this tiny human could actually stand up to it head-on.

It let out an angry roar, its chest suddenly swelled, and a mouthful of thick, ink-like corpse poison sprayed towards my face.

I snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and the murderous aura on my body was spontaneously activated.

"Sizzle—"

The corpse poison was forcibly dissolved by the evil energy.

My black blade had already touched the tough purple fur on its neck.

But this living dragon corpse truly lived up to its reputation as a ferocious creature that had lain underground for hundreds of years.

With my cut, I simply cleaned up the purple hairs around its throat.

The living dragon corpse let out a roar, and the arm I was holding suddenly exerted its strength, breaking free from my grasp.

After putting some distance between us, the living dragon corpse let out another sharp cry.

Its chest, covered in purple fur, heaved violently, each breath bringing out large plumes of black, putrid mist.

This living dragon corpse was clearly thoroughly enraged by me.

A savage glint flashed in its dark red eyes, and with a sudden burst of strength from its powerful lower limbs, the tombstone beneath its feet shattered instantly.

It brought with it a gust of foul, bloody wind, and slammed into my chest.

This time, however, I neither dodged nor used my scalpel to parry.

I am not in good condition right now, and this state of being in a state of distress should not be maintained for too long.

What I need to do is completely enrage it, and then finish it off quickly!

At this moment, I withdrew all the defensive evil energy from my body and poured it all into my left arm.

"Come on, you beast," I muttered under my breath.

Just as its gleaming black fingernails were about to pierce my chest, I sidestepped, avoiding a fatal blow to my heart.

I let those five steel needle-like fingernails "plop" deeply into my right shoulder.

A sharp pain struck instantly.

At the same time, the cold corpse poison was also frantically pouring into the wound, trying to freeze my blood.

But this is the moment I've been waiting for.

Taking advantage of the moment when it was exhausted from its attack and leaned forward, I suddenly reached out with my left hand, like a huge iron clamp, and gripped its neck tightly.

The malevolent energy on its left hand came into contact with the purple fur on its neck, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound and emitting plumes of black smoke.

"roar--!"

The living dragon corpse let out a roar.

It struggled frantically, its other claw tearing incessantly at my abdomen and back.

I gritted my teeth and roared inwardly.

"Control your Qi... rise!"

The black bone needle that had been in my arms sensed my almost frantic mental fluctuations at this moment.

It emitted a crisp buzzing sound, then transformed into a thin, almost imperceptible black light that shot out from my tattered clothes.

Zombies are creatures that seize the creation of heaven and earth, born from the gathering of yin energy.

They have no soul; that is something that has long since vanished into the cycle of reincarnation.

But they possess a spirit, which is the source of their incorruptible bodies and the preservation of their instincts.

The Book of Heavenly Garments states: A corpse has three souls: the first is the one who swallows thieves, the second is the one who is not poisonous, and the third is the one who removes filth.

As long as these three souls are sewn together, even if it's a flying zombie-level great zombie, it will obediently turn into a dead body!