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

Actually, I don't have much real wealth.

Besides the black bone needles I always carry and the set of gadgets my grandfather left me, the most important things are the snake egg and the rattle drum.

After carefully packing them into a separate backpack, I started tidying up the miscellaneous items.

The elder's token of the Lan family, the gold bars that were not used up in the Ghost Market, and the merman oil that the bone needle had absorbed half of, etc.

Pack them all up and take them with you.

After packing my things, I looked around the simple but cozy rental room.

Without much hesitation, I locked the door, turned around, and went downstairs.

After tossing my backpack and suitcase, containing all my essential belongings, into the back seat of the Land Cruiser, I started the car.

In the early hours of the morning in Jiangcheng, not a soul could be seen on the streets of the old city; only the dim streetlights cast long shadows of the trees.

In order to get to Tingyuxuan as soon as possible and to avoid being followed again, I deliberately took an old road that few people usually take.

This road passes through an old factory area that is about to be demolished. The road surface is full of potholes, and there are abandoned buildings with warning tape on both sides.

However, just as the car turned onto a straight road in the factory area, the cool sensation that had been lingering between my brows suddenly jerked violently.

Then, a sense of crisis, like a thorn in one's back, instantly swept through the entire body!

"squeak--"

I slammed on the brakes, the tires leaving two long black tracks on the rough asphalt, the screeching sound echoing through the empty street.

The car's high beams shone directly at a point more than ten meters ahead.

There, a person stood quietly.

The man was wearing a large black hooded trench coat with the hood pulled down low.

What is most striking is the pale white mask he wears, with only a smiling face painted on it.

I squinted and tightened my grip on the steering wheel slightly.

This mask!

I know this person.

About half a year ago, in Lu Yan's apartment, Lu Yan and I were almost driven to the brink of despair by a century-old corpse monster.

After dealing with the Corpse King, he suddenly appeared at the apartment door and deliberately left behind the black bone needle that I now keep close to my body.

During that brief encounter, I was already certain that he was also a successor of the Corpse Stitcher lineage, and that his cultivation was unfathomable.

But why would he stop my car here in the middle of the night?

I didn't turn off the engine, but opened the car door and slowly got out.

A night breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

I stood in the halo of the car headlights, looking at the masked man opposite me, my tone remaining as calm as ever.

"Friend, isn't it unsafe to block the road in the middle of the night?"

My hands hung naturally at my sides, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, the dark jade-colored evil energy within my body had already begun to flow rapidly along my meridians.

"The needle you left me at the apartment last time was quite useful."

"Did you come here specifically to take it back?"

The masked man didn't speak; he just stood there quietly.

The pale mask gleamed with a deathly sheen under the car headlights.

But the next second, an extremely pure and extremely cold killing intent swept over me!

There was no emotional fluctuation in this murderous intent.

There was no anger, no hatred; it was as if they had only come to kill me.

"It seems today isn't a day for catching up."

I sighed, my usually mild voice turning completely cold.

Since the other party has decided to kill me, I don't need to be polite anymore.

A major war is inevitable.

With a thought, I instinctively wanted to activate the black bone needle that I kept close to my body, and use the technique of controlling my qi to strike first.

Over the past six months, bone needles have become my most reliable and most lethal weapon.

However, the moment my mental energy touched the bone needle, a sudden change occurred.

The black bone needle that had been quietly in my inner pocket suddenly erupted with an extremely loud buzzing sound.

The buzzing sound wasn't directed at the outside world; it exploded directly in my mind.

Immediately afterwards, the dark red bloodline on the bone needle shone brightly, and an irresistible force of repulsion emanated from the needle.

"Whoosh!"

The black bone needle pierced through my clothes and flew into the air like a freed snake.

It paused in mid-air between me and the masked man for less than half a second.

Then, with a "ding," it pierced straight into the asphalt between me and the masked man.

The bone needle penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the ground, and the tip of the needle trembled slightly.

Then, the blood lines on its body completely faded, turning into an inconspicuous black bone, and it no longer had any life.

I tried to re-establish the connection using my mental power, but found it to be like a dead object, unresponsive to my calls.

My pupils contracted slightly.

The bone needles went out of control.

No, to be precise, it sensed its true master.

Or rather, the masked man used some kind of authority that I was unaware of to directly sever the connection between me and the bone needle.

"A radical solution."

I stared at the bone needles on the ground and let out a cold laugh.

The masked man watched the bone needles fall to the ground, seemingly unsurprised.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a gleaming silver knife slid out from the sleeve of his trench coat.

It was a scalpel, its blade extremely thin, reflecting a chilling light under the car headlights.

Seeing that the other side had drawn their weapons, I no longer hesitated.

With a slight movement of his right hand, the scalpel slid out of his sleeve.

"Whoosh!"

Without any further words, I stomped my foot hard, creating a shallow pit in the asphalt.

With the power of the Mountain-Shaking Force, I charged directly at the masked man with unparalleled strength.

The willow-leaf dagger in my hand whistled sharply through the air, carrying with it the dark jade-colored killing intent within me, and slashed straight at the opponent's face.

Faced with my powerful and heavy slash, the masked man did not choose to dodge, but instead raised the scalpel in his hand and precisely met my lancet.

"clang!"

The blades clashed, producing a crisp metallic clang.

But the result of the first move in our exchange was quite unexpected.

The recoil from the blade told me that the opponent's strength was surprisingly weak.

My strike not only cleaved away the malevolent energy clinging to his scalpel, but also sent him sliding back seven or eight steps, leaving two clear trails on the ground.

"So weak?"

My brows furrowed, and I felt no sense of relief, but rather a strong sense of vigilance.

Someone who has mastered the Ghost Needle and can sever my connection with the bone needle at will cannot possibly have only this much strength.

Sure enough, after regaining his balance, the masked man slowly straightened up.

He glanced down at his slightly trembling right hand and let out a very soft sigh from behind his mask.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from his body.

If his aura was just a small stream before, now it is a river bursting its banks.

Black, malevolent energy surged out from under his trench coat, distorting the air around him!