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

Only then did I realize that behind the old woman, there were four more Miao men dressed in black robes, exuding a deep aura.

The Miao girl I had seriously injured in the ancestral hall was now kneeling on one knee before their holy maiden, seemingly reporting something.

It’s over.

This time, we've really bitten off more than we can chew!

With just two moves, they not only dispelled my Demon-Slaying Technique, but also subdued me!

The other side actually has such a powerful expert who hasn't made a move yet!

The old woman looked down at me, her cloudy eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were looking at an ant that she could crush with a flick of her wrist.

"The little brat of the Chen family, you're quite good at using the Demon-Slaying Technique, showing a bit of your grandfather's skill back then, but unfortunately, you're still a bit short of perfection."

"But you managed to force this old woman to show herself, so you deserved to die."

At that moment, I had no time to listen to what she was saying. The old woman had forcibly broken my protective spell, and the remaining evil energy in my body was running rampant uncontrollably.

I felt a tightness in my chest, and I was about to say something when I opened my mouth and felt my blood rushing to my head.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, I felt increasingly weak, and the world before my eyes seemed to have turned black and white.

Not far away, Li Qing was in a similar situation.

In the distance, the feng shui master on the broken dragon ridge stretched out his hand and quickly tapped the compass several times. Li Qing's originally pale face instantly turned blood red.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, uncontrollably vomited a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this, the feng shui master put away his compass and nodded slightly in this direction.

Seeing this, the old woman gently shook her cane and ordered, "Take this brat from the Chen family back and keep him alive. Take that boy by the grave mound back and feed him with Gu poison."

"yes!"

Several men in black robes behind the old woman responded, and then one of them walked up to me, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me away.

The other one went to Li Qing.

As I was being dragged, I felt colder and colder, and my vision gradually became blurry.

That's the feeling of life force rapidly slipping away.

I struggled to lift my eyelids and looked at the gray sky. All the sounds around me seemed to come and go, as if separated by a thick film of water.

Is this the end?

I can not be reconciled.

The cause of Grandpa's death is still unknown, the whereabouts of my parents are still a mystery, and the revenge for the Chen family has not yet been taken...

Just as my consciousness was about to plunge into the abyss of darkness.

"BOOM—!!!"

A thunderclap came not from the sky, but from the earth beneath our feet!

The entire back mountain trembled violently. Then, an aura of immense power, righteousness, and dominance, like a river bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed the eerie and oppressive "White Tiger Qi" surrounding the ancestral grave.

"Today, you can't take anyone with you."

A calm voice rang out, though soft, it seemed to explode right next to my ear.

That voice... it sounds so familiar.

I strained to focus my gaze and saw several dark figures darting out of the woods not far away, like cheetahs.

The leader was a burly man with a hideous scar across his face, and he carried a strangely shaped, jet-black longsword.

The scarred man?! The mysterious person who delivered the letter to me?

Before I could react, I suddenly felt my collar loosen, and then I lost my support and collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that the black-robed man who had been dragging me away had now released me and was rushing towards the scarred man!

The remaining three men in black robes were also rushing in the same direction at the same time!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Four loud explosions rang out, and when I finally managed to look up, I saw that these Miao experts had already been driven back by the people behind the scarred man.

"An official?!"

The old woman, who had been calm and composed, suddenly changed her expression and looked at the scarred man with suspicion and uncertainty.

But that's not the most amazing thing.

The moment the scarred man rushed out, I felt a dramatic change in the surrounding feng shui energy field.

A warm current suddenly flowed into what was originally a suffocatingly dangerous location.

The dark clouds overhead, which had been pressing down very low, were suddenly torn open by an invisible force, and a beam of golden sunlight shone straight onto the broken dragon's spine.

"puff--!!!"

At the top of the broken dragon's spine, the gray-robed feng shui master suddenly let out a scream.

I managed to turn my head to the side and saw a scene that shocked me.

The dark gold compass in the feng shui master's hand suddenly exploded into powder with a "crack".

Then, as if struck by an invisible hand, he fell directly from the several-meter-high cliff, spitting out blood in mid-air, his fate unknown.

"Moving mountains and filling seas...changing the world..."

I heard the old woman beside me let out a terrified scream, her voice distorted, "This is... a geomancer?! How could there possibly be a geomancer here?!"

Geomancer.

The pinnacle of the Feng Shui world, a being of profound understanding.

Someone of this caliber actually made a move?

"Everyone down! Anyone who resists will be killed!"

The scarred man had already rushed forward. Without even glancing at me, he kicked a Miao expert who was trying to launch a sneak attack away, and then pointed the tip of his sword at the old woman and the Miao girl.

Behind him, seven or eight well-equipped team members dressed in matching black combat uniforms quickly dispersed, skillfully occupying various high points and forming a perfect encirclement.

The aura emanating from them was cold, ruthless, and orderly, completely different from that of the rough and tumble of the martial world.

"withdraw!"

The old woman was a ruthless character; seeing that all was lost, she didn't hesitate at all.

She slammed her cane on the ground, and a thick cloud of black smoke exploded, obscuring her vision.

"Trying to run? Stay!"

The scarred man snorted coldly, and the black longsword in his hand emitted a golden light.

But by then I could no longer see what happened next.

Excessive blood loss, coupled with the backlash from the malevolent energy, finally caused my consciousness to completely shut down.

In the last second before I was plunged into darkness, I vaguely saw the scarred man stride up to me, squat down, and a complex expression seemed to appear on his fierce face.

"Kid, you're pretty tough..."

He reached out and pressed on my wound, and a warm current flowed into my body.

"Mission target confirmed alive. Medical team! Quickly!"

That was the last thing I heard.

cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

I feel like a stone sinking into the deep sea, constantly falling downwards.

All around was boundless darkness, with only the howling wind in my ears, mixed with the wails of countless wronged souls.

My body is very light, as light as a piece of paper; yet my body is also very heavy, as heavy as carrying a thousand-pound boulder.

"Yangwazi..."

A familiar call pierced through the darkness and gently landed in my ear.

That sound...

I suddenly opened my eyes.