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

"Since you are a descendant of an old friend, I am not afraid to tell you these old stories, even the family scandals of my Lan family."

He sat back down in the armchair, his voice carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of time.

"You must have noticed this when you came to our village."

Our Lan family has such a large foundation, yet we have no family head; only a few of us old, immortal elders are in charge.

This is extremely unusual among the major ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang.

I nodded. That's true.

When Lao Hei introduced the family before, he only mentioned Grandpa Lan and a few elders, but never mentioned that the Lan family had a patriarch.

"All of this is because of that incident from thirty years ago."

Lan Manshan explained slowly.

Thirty years ago, our Lan family had a head of household.

Not only that, but that family head was absolutely a genius in his youth.

Under his leadership, our Lan family annexed several surrounding villages, rapidly expanding our power and becoming a major force in the southern border region.

Back then, the Lan family was incredibly powerful and influential.

At this point, the four middle-aged men standing below him also showed expressions of longing and regret.

"However, once people reach a high position and taste the power, they are prone to losing their true nature."

Lan Manshan's tone became heavy.

"As he grew older, the head of the family became increasingly afraid of death, and he became obsessed with various folk remedies for prolonging life."

It wasn't until more than twenty years later that we discovered it was the people from Wandie Valley who approached him at that time.

Butterfly Valley! It's Butterfly Valley again!

A thought struck me: this name was like a persistent, inescapable wound; I couldn't get around it no matter what.

"Those demons in the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies must have given him some kind of bewitching potion, promising him the so-called method of immortality."

Lan Manshan snorted coldly, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

"From then on, the head of the family completely changed."

He became increasingly muddleheaded and his actions became more and more violent.

In order to refine the "Longevity Gu" provided by Wandie Valley, he not only plundered the village's resources on a large scale, but even began testing the Gu on living people.

Upon hearing the words "immortality," I frowned slightly.

It's about achieving immortality again.

My second uncle and the assassins behind Huilong Village were all bewitched by these words.

Now another former head of the Lan family has emerged.

Lei Zhenshan said that Wan Die Valley only fell into demonic ways ten years ago.

How come they started stirring up trouble in southern Xinjiang thirty years ago?

Was Lei Zhenshan's intelligence wrong, or is there some other story behind it?

Moreover, could it be that the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies truly possesses a method for achieving immortality?

However, as soon as the thought flashed through my mind, I forcibly erased it.

I have always scoffed at the idea of ​​immortality.

The cycle of birth and death is the natural order of things, an inescapable law for all things.

Besides, if the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies truly possessed such heaven-defying magic, would it still be hiding in this remote corner of the Southern Frontier?

Lan Manshan was unaware of my thoughts at that moment, and he continued speaking:

"Internally, whenever any elder raises objections to his perverse practices, he will use ruthless methods to suppress them."

Any disobedience would result in the extermination of the entire family.

Externally, he relied on his own strength to make enemies everywhere and constantly clashed with other major powers.

At this point, Lan Manshan closed his eyes in anguish.

"In just a few years, he offended almost all the influential forces in southern Xinjiang at the time."

Our Lan family, from its original heyday, has instantly become the target of everyone's criticism and is in imminent danger.

If things continue like this, they will face the crisis of annihilation of their entire clan and village.

The main hall was extremely quiet, with only Lan Manshan's slightly hoarse voice echoing in the air.

I could feel the deep sense of powerlessness and sorrow in his words.

A once glorious family was driven to the brink of destruction by one man's madness.

"And then what happened?" I asked at the opportune moment.

"later……"

Lan Manshan opened his eyes, looked at me, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Just when the Lan family was beset by internal and external troubles and was about to fall apart, a highly respected elder in the clan could not bear to see the Lan family's centuries-old foundation destroyed in an instant."

He had traveled to the Central Plains in his early years, and by chance, he had done your grandfather, Chen Xuan, some favors.

Upon hearing this, I suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out that Grandpa's involvement in the conflict in southern Xinjiang back then had this reason as a way of repaying a debt of gratitude.

Speaking of which, my personality is most like his.

We value cause and effect, repaying kindness and settling scores.

"That elder risked his life to escape the village, found your grandfather, and asked him to return to the southern border as an outsider to quell the rebellion."

Lan Manshan's voice trembled slightly, as if the earth-shattering battle thirty years ago was still vivid in his mind.

"That battle was extremely fierce."

Lan Manshan took a deep breath.

"The patriarch has gone completely mad."

He not only used all the resources of the Lan family, but also summoned the Gu King, which had been passed down for generations and had lived for hundreds of years, to use on his own disciples.

We elders and disciples who opposed him suffered heavy casualties; the Lan family lost more than half of its members.

The entire village was awash in blood.

I can picture that scene.

The battles between those using Gu magic are often more brutal than those between swords and spears.

Those were unseen poisonous insects, inescapable curses, and despairing physical torture.

"Just when we were about to give up, your grandfather arrived."

Lan Manshan looked at me, and a hint of awe appeared in his eyes.

"He was all alone, wearing only a tattered black long gown and carrying a willow-leaf knife, he just charged straight into the Ten Thousand Gu Formation."

"I will never forget that scene in my life."

A slightly older middle-aged man at the foot of Lan Manshan couldn't help but interject.

"The aura emanating from your grandfather... is even more terrifying than our most poisonous Gu worms."

Wherever he went, the normally ferocious venomous insects trembled as if they had encountered their natural enemy, not daring to move an inch.

I knew in my heart that it was the unique malevolent aura of the Corpse Stitchers.

My grandfather's cultivation level back then was probably at a level that I can hardly reach now.

"In that battle, your grandfather was like a god of war descending to earth."

Lan Manshan picked up the conversation and continued.

"He used that willow-leaf knife, along with that extremely eerie black aura, to forcefully cleave through the Gu King's poisonous mist."

Not only did he decapitate the mad patriarch with a single stroke, but he also struck the Gu King with a palm strike.

Hearing this, my blood couldn't help but boil.

To single-handedly slay the patriarch and confront the Gu King with bare hands—what domineering power!

"With the death of the patriarch, his loyal followers scattered like monkeys when the tree fell."

The internal strife within the Lan family was finally quelled, preserving their last vestiges of strength.

Lan Manshan sighed.

"So, your grandfather saved my Lan family."

For the past thirty years, although our Lan family has not had much contact with the outside world, we have always kept this kindness in our hearts.

My tense nerves finally began to relax.

If what Lan Manshan said is true, then today's situation is not a dead end.

I released the bone needle from my sleeve, smiled, and said, "I see."

Grandpa was a man of great wisdom and righteousness, and we admire him greatly.

But if my grandfather was kind to the Lan family, then what about the "Medical Gu King" that Grandpa mentioned earlier?