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

The situation for middle-aged men is not much better.

His once neat and sophisticated gray suit now had more than a dozen cuts at the hem from invisible blades of energy, revealing the inner armor underneath.

At this moment, his feet were suspended half an inch above the puddle, seemingly relaxed and carefree.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that his hands, hanging at his sides, are trembling very slightly.

His originally steady and long breathing rhythm had long been completely disrupted.

The middle-aged man stared intently at the fat man opposite him; the initial indifference was long gone from his deep eyes.

Instead, there was a deep sense of apprehension.

"Phew... Hey buddy, phew... Why aren't you at home cuddling your wife and sleeping in the rain in the middle of the night? What are you doing out here getting soaked?"

The fat man wiped the rain off his mask while panting and complaining.

He casually tossed the completely broken black umbrella aside and plopped down on a broken stone block by the roadside.

He even pulled a flattened cigarette case from his wet pocket.

The middle-aged man did not respond.

However, the chilling aura surrounding them tightened even more because of the fat man's seemingly unguarded action.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for nearly twenty minutes.

There were no earth-shattering magical clashes, nor any close-quarters combat with flashing swords.

Yes, but it is the purest and most dangerous clash of energies.

The middle-aged man originally thought that in a place like Jiangcheng, no one could stop him.

But to his utter surprise, a fat man with an umbrella suddenly appeared at this unknown intersection.

With an almost supernatural control over the surrounding aura, they managed to trap him in this tiny space.

The fat man did not launch an attack; all his actions had only one purpose: to confine himself to a self-imposed prison.

No matter which direction the middle-aged man tried to break through to pursue Li Qing, the fat man could always use the most unbelievable angles to turn the surrounding energy into a swamp, firmly holding him back.

The feeling was like an adult stuck in waist-deep superglue, having all the strength but nowhere to use it.

"Who exactly are you?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning blood within him, and asked in a hoarse voice.

The fat man finally managed to pry a cigarette out of the pack, the shape of which was still barely discernible, and put it in his mouth.

He felt his pocket and discovered that his lighter was already waterlogged and unusable. He spat in annoyance.

"Me? I'm just a poor, struggling working person."

The fat man took the cigarette out of his mouth, tucked it behind his ear, and sighed.

"These days, is it easy to earn a pittance? You have to come out in the middle of the night to do this kind of thankless and dirty work."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to say something, a very short tearing sound suddenly came from the inside pocket of his suit.

The middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly.

He suddenly reached into his robes and pulled out a jade pendant that was only half the size of his palm.

At this moment, the once warm and smooth jade pendant is now covered with dense cracks.

In the very center of the jade plaque, several extremely fine blood-red characters faintly appeared.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints the instant his gaze swept over the blood-red words.

"Shadow Sect, Sect Master Wuxiang is dead. The situation has changed; return immediately."

These few words caused the indifferent-looking middle-aged man to frown deeply.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing over the fat man and looking in the direction of Jinxiu Garden.

The thick black fog that had been gathering in the sky there had completely dissipated.

In a stalemate, weighing the pros and cons often happens in a split second.

The middle-aged man gave the fat man sitting on the stone stool a deep look, as if trying to etch the fat man's image into his mind.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, your methods are excellent, we shall meet again."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly formed an extremely strange hand seal in front of him.

The water beneath his feet instantly burst open, transforming into a waterspout several meters high that completely enveloped his figure.

As the waterspout lost its power and crashed back to the ground in a shower of water, the middle-aged man's figure had completely disappeared into the vast rainy night.

The fat man sat on the stone stool, watching the direction in which the middle-aged man disappeared, without getting up to stop him.

He let out a long breath.

Then, the invisible barrier that had been looming over the crossroads vanished with a roar.

He reached down and took the soaking wet cigarette off his ear, crumpling it into a ball in his hand.

"Damn it, they're finally gone. If we'd stayed any longer, all this fat of mine would have died here."

The fat man muttered a few curses, then supported himself on his knees and struggled to his feet.

He patted the mud off his backside, turned his head to look in the direction of Jinxiuyuan, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

"Chen Yang, Chen Yang, you'd better come back to work safely this time."

"Those dismembered bodies in the museum are still waiting for you to sew them up. If you die, where am I, the director, going to find such good, cheap labor..."

The fat man muttered to himself as he walked heavily into the shadows of the street.

His steps appeared slow and clumsy.

But after taking only three or five steps, his large figure vanished silently from the spot in an extremely eerie twist, as if he had never been there at all.

……

In the central square inside the Jinxiuyuan residential community, the torrential rain has subsided considerably.

The air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood.

The surrounding mess had already been mostly cleared up by Li Qing.

As soon as Li Qing broke the formation, those corpse demons and evil spirits that were originally driven by the formation and were fearless of death were like puppets that had lost their backbone, and instantly fell into chaos.

The remaining elite assassins of the Shadow Sect, after witnessing the horrific scene of the gray-robed man being killed by me despite being of a higher level, completely lost their fighting spirit and tried to scatter and flee.

But Li Qing didn't give them that chance.

He stood at the edge of the defensive formation made up of five apricot-yellow flags, holding the ancient feng shui black box in one hand.

As he chanted incantations, the intricate runes on the surface of the black box lit up one by one.

"Earth energy transforms into a dragon, lock!"

Li Qing gave a low shout and slammed the black box onto the waterlogged bluestone slab.

Centered on him, the earth's energy within a radius of tens of meters was instantly activated.

The water on the ground seemed to come alive, transforming into thick water dragons that roared and tightly bound the Shadow Sect assassins who were trying to escape.

The water dragon contained extremely cold earth energy, which instantly froze their joints and meridians.