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

Next, there's one last thing.

I reached out and touched the black bone needle that had fallen from the dead tree on the floor.

The bone needles were still cold to the touch, but in addition to the coldness, there seemed to be an imperceptible warmth.

I held the bone needle up to my eyes and examined it closely.

On the originally pure black needle, there is now a faint, extremely thin dark red bloodline.

The blood-like line stretched from the tip of the needle to the end, just like a human blood vessel, as if this bone needle possessed some kind of strange life.

I tried to channel the evil energy and slowly inject it into the bone needle.

The moment the malevolent energy touched the bone needle, it was absorbed completely, like water droplets falling into a sponge.

I raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Its appetite seems to have increased.

This means that it can hold more malevolent energy, and I will be able to perform any mundane arts with bone needles much faster in the future.

The more malevolent energy it carries, the greater its power.

In addition, the speed of operation is faster, so the improvement is almost comprehensive.

Immediately afterwards, I began testing the method of controlling Qi.

I separated a wisp of malevolent energy and wrapped it around the bone needle, then with a thought...

"Whoosh!"

The black bone needle vanished from my palm in an instant, turning into a faint black and red afterimage that shot directly towards a solid wood chair five meters away.

With a soft "poof" sound.

The bone needle pierced through the five-centimeter-thick solid wood chair back with ease, and then, with its momentum undiminished, left a deep hole in the wall behind it.

The hole was about three centimeters in diameter.

I walked over, pulled the bone needle out of the wall, and a look of surprise flashed in my eyes.

The speed has increased, which was expected.

After all, my meridians are now wider, and my output of malevolent energy is smoother.

But what truly surprised me was its destructive power.

Previously, when I used Qi manipulation to control bone needles, I mainly relied on the sharpness of the bone needles themselves and the penetrating power of the evil Qi.

It's more like a magical attack, silent yet deadly.

But just now, I clearly felt that when the bone needle pierced through the solid wood chair back, it carried an extremely powerful physical destructive force.

The feeling was like a violent force contained within the bone needle, which erupted the moment it made contact with the object.

Looking at the bone needle in my hand, I stroked my chin.

Why does it smell a bit like an explosive arrow?!

It seems that after the bone needle absorbed that vital energy last night, it retained a portion of it and incorporated it into its own material.

This allows it to retain its original characteristics of breaking magic and sewing souls, while also gaining a physical destructive power similar to that of a heavy hidden weapon.

This is absolutely a huge improvement.

I carefully put the black bone needles away from my body and took a deep breath.

Although this trip to the southern border did not directly lead to a breakthrough in the Fiend Core stage, both his physical body and magical artifacts were greatly enhanced.

He also gained the friendship of the Lan family.

It can be said that the harvest was quite fruitful.

To be honest, Jin Wanliang is definitely my lucky star.

Although every time I run into this fat guy, things never seem to go wrong, the final result always seems to be surprisingly good?

If you do the math, tomorrow will be Monday.

After resting for so long, I should go back to the funeral home tomorrow.

I walked to the window, looked at the sun gradually setting in the west, and stretched.

……

On Monday morning, a light drizzle fell in Jiangcheng.

Holding a black umbrella, I walked into the funeral home as usual.

Everything inside the museum remained the same. Grandpa Qin was still sitting in the guardhouse, holding a newspaper, looking serene and content.

The only slightly noisy thing was Director Wang's nagging.

After I returned to work, he muttered to himself as he led me into the cold storage, saying that there were several corpses waiting for me to come back and sew them up.

The stitching of those bodies was indeed very difficult for Lao Zhang, but in my hands, it only took less than half an afternoon.

After dealing with those bodies, I returned to my normal work routine for the next three days.

Most of the bodies that came to the museum afterward were normal remains from birth, aging, illness, and death.

Occasionally, there are a few bodies with missing limbs due to car accidents or other incidents. I use ordinary stitching techniques to tidy them up properly and neatly.

When dealing with these ordinary remains, I simply threaded a needle calmly.

While feeling the resistance as the needle pierces the skin, I treat this job as a way to refine my mindset.

I work at the funeral home during the day and return to my rented room at night, where I spend all my time processing what I learned from my trip to southern Xinjiang.

After I vaguely touched the threshold of mastering the Mountain-Shaking Force, the power of my physical body surged to an exaggerated degree.

So I spent almost all of my time controlling this power.

Every night I spend several hours practicing the release and release of strength, or testing the upper limit of my strength.

The combined enhancement of physical strength and bone needles has given me a qualitative leap in overall combat power.

But I know very well that these are just external forces or means.

My true core remains the killing intent.

The Half-Step Killing Pill was like a thorn stuck in my throat.

At this moment, the evil energy within me had reached its limit, and its mass had also been compressed to the limit.

In my spare time these past few days, I've occasionally taken the time to carefully examine the piece of Nine Nether Thunderstruck Wood that Zhang Xuanqing gave me.

Zhang Xuanqing once said that the reason I was unable to condense the evil core for so long was because the evil energy in my body was too heavy, reaching the dead end of "isolated yin cannot produce".

The intense yang energy contained within this piece of lightning-struck wood is the key to breaking this deadlock and generating a spark of true yang within the extreme yin.

But I didn't rush to absorb it.

Condensing the Demonic Core is a major hurdle on the path of cultivation for corpse sculptors.

I must adjust my energy, spirit, and mental state to their absolute peak to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

These past few days of calm and routine work have been the best way for me to calm my mind and hone my skills.

almost.

I had a premonition.

In two days at most, I will reach a perfect critical point.

At that time, I will officially go into seclusion to use the Nine Nether Lightning Strike Wood Heart to break through the evil core.

Thursday afternoon.

The weather in Jiangcheng cleared up, and sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the funeral home corridor, dispelling the chill of the past few days.

I just finished stitching up a body that had fallen from a great height in the suturing room, and took off my gloves and protective suit, which were stained with some blood.

After washing and disinfecting my hands, I walked out of the funeral home and planned to get some fresh air and fish in the courtyard.

As soon as I stepped onto the steps at the entrance, I heard the roar of an engine.

A black Mercedes-Benz turned into the funeral home from outside the gate and came to a smooth stop in a parking space on the side of the courtyard.

That was Jin Wanliang's car.