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

After saying that, he closed the door and left.

I was the only one left in the room.

I walked to the window and gently drew the heavy curtains, shutting out the last ray of light from the outside world.

Then, I opened my backpack and carefully took out the cyan snake egg that radiated a warm, jade-like luster.

I placed the snake egg on a soft cushion at the head of the bed and sat down cross-legged beside it.

I took off my tattered windbreaker and threw it aside.

After closing my eyes, my mind began to replay the battle that had just taken place in the abandoned factory area.

The masked man's seemingly casual steps, and the subtle flow of murderous aura with each swing of his knife.

And the terrifying pressure he unleashed at the end, compressing his power to its absolute limit...

Every detail was magnified and dissected infinitely in my mind.

"The essence of necromancy is not destruction, but repair and reconstruction."

I recalled the shockwave technique he used to deflect my attack and muttered to myself.

I have always used evil energy as a purely destructive force.

Whether it's the powerful enhancement of the Mountain-Shaking Force or the ferocity of the Demon-Slaying Technique, both are aimed at achieving the ultimate destructive power.

But the masked man was different; his murderous aura was like an extremely precise scalpel.

It can not only cut through the enemy's defenses, but also follow the enemy's energy patterns to dissolve or even reverse their power.

This is one of the reasons why I was suppressed by them in the battle just now.

Excessive forcefulness leads to a loss of versatility.

I took a deep breath, and the dark jade-colored baleful energy within my body began to undergo extremely subtle vibrations in my meridians, based on the rudimentary understanding I had just grasped.

It didn't go smoothly at first.

This kind of precise control was extremely unfamiliar to me, and the malevolent energy almost went out of control and crashed into my meridians several times.

But I didn't get impatient. Relying on the greatly increased spiritual power after breaking through to the Demon Core stage, I adjusted the frequency of the demonic energy again and again.

Time passed slowly in the quiet attic.

I don't know how much time passed, but when the first ray of morning light shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, the evil energy within me finally completed a perfect closed-loop vibration.

The feeling was like a rough block of iron being tempered for the first time.

I opened my eyes and exhaled a long, stale breath.

Although my cultivation level hasn't improved, I can feel that my control over the evil energy has reached a new level compared to a few hours ago.

This unspoken encounter turned out to be the most valuable experience I had before the storm arrived.

I stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The morning in Jiangcheng was hazy, with low-hanging gray clouds and a muggy, humid atmosphere.

This is a sign that a heavy rain is coming.

I looked out the window at the rows of rooftops in the old town, my eyes calm.

After a night of cleansing, the evil energy within my body has deepened my understanding of the Evil Core Realm.

Although I hadn't slept all night, the feeling of complete control over my power kept me perfectly clear-headed amidst the oppressive atmosphere of impending storm.

I turned and left the quiet room, then quietly walked down the wooden stairs.

The strong smell of cinnabar mixed with earthy aroma still lingered in the courtyard on the first floor.

Li Qing lay sprawled on a cot next to the bill, snoring loudly.

Jin Wanliang was nestled in a grand chair, covered with a suit jacket, his chubby face jiggling with each breath.

It seems the defensive formation has been set up properly, and these two guys are completely unable to hold on any longer.

I didn't disturb them, but instead walked to the armchair by the window and sat down quietly.

I took out my phone and glanced at the time: 7:30 in the morning. I found Director Wang's number at the funeral home and dialed it.

"Hey, Chen? Calling so early, is something wrong?"

The voice of Director Wang, somewhat hoarse, came from the other end of the phone; he had clearly just woken up as well.

"Director Wang, I'm sorry to bother you so early."

I said softly.

"I have some urgent business to attend to, and I may need to take a long leave of absence. I can't say exactly how many days it will be right now."

There are undercurrents in Jiangcheng right now, and I've already been caught in the whirlpool.

If I were to go to work at the funeral home at a time like this, not only would I be at risk of being assassinated, but I would also likely drag my innocent colleagues and their families into the mess.

Staying put in Tingyuxuan is the safest option right now.

"A long leave?"

Director Wang paused for a moment, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Xiao Chen, are you having some kind of trouble?"

"It's a private matter, please don't overthink it."

I smiled and spoke calmly.

"I'll go back and report as soon as I've finished dealing with this."

"During this time, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take care of the work at the museum."

"Alright, since you're not comfortable saying, I won't ask any more questions."

Don't worry about things at the restaurant. Old Zhang may not be the best cook, but he can still manage.

You, however, should... be more careful.

After hanging up the phone, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes to rest.

Time passed slowly in the quiet wooden building.

The sky outside did not brighten as it approached noon; instead, it became even darker as the clouds thickened.

At 12:15 noon, my phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated.

The name "Lu Yan" flashed on the screen.

I pressed the answer button.

"Chen Yang, where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Yan's voice remained cold, but her speaking speed was a few decibels faster than usual.

"Listening to the Rain Pavilion".

After replying, I asked again, "Have you arrived in Jiangcheng?"

"Yes, I just arrived this morning," Lu Yan said.

"The situation in Jiangcheng has changed. I'm coming to see you right away. We'll discuss it in detail when we meet."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, I stood up and walked to the center of the courtyard.

Li Qing and Jin Wanliang seemed to sense the change in my aura as I moved around, and they both opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

"What's wrong? Is there some noise?"

Li Qing jumped out of his cot, his eyes instantly sharpening.

"It's nothing, it's Lu Yan."

I gestured for them to relax.

"She's gone back to Jiangcheng, she'll be there in about twenty minutes."

Jin Wanliang wiped the oil and sweat from his face and breathed a sigh of relief: "Director Lu is finally back."

With officials backing us up here, we feel a little more at ease.

Twenty minutes later, a very slight fluctuation was detected in the illusion array surrounding Tingyu Pavilion.

I walked to the door and opened the heavy wooden door.

Lu Yan, dressed in black and carrying a long, rectangular sword box, stood alone in the cobblestone alley.

Her face still looked somewhat pale.

It seems that the injuries sustained when the Gu King was forcibly trapped in the sewers due to the depletion of his own energy were quite severe.

Even after recuperating at Longhu Mountain for so long, she has not fully recovered.

Despite this, her eyes remained sharp.