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

His deep gaze pierced through the heavy rain, fixed intently on Li Qing, who was busy on the street below.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, flickered slightly.

The originally calm aura around him was imperceptibly disturbed by a deadly ripple.

Just as this murderous intent was about to materialize, the iron gate leading from the rooftop to the ground floor creaked slightly.

A figure slowly walked up the dark stairwell.

With the appearance of this person, the faint but deadly aura emanating from the black-robed man instantly subsided and then completely disappeared.

The newcomer wore a smiling mask with one corner missing, and had a slender build.

His steps seemed casual, but each step was firmly planted at the critical moment of wind and rain.

"I never expected that."

The masked man stopped a few steps away from the man in black robes. His voice seemed to have been altered, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

"The mighty Lord Yu, a top figure renowned throughout the dark world, has actually harbored thoughts of secretly attacking a junior today."

If this got out, it would probably make a lot of old bones laugh their heads off.

The black-robed man, known as "Lord Yu," did not turn around, nor did he directly respond to the slightly sarcastic remark.

He remained standing with his hands behind his back, letting the strong wind make his wide black robe flutter loudly.

"You've been hiding for over ten years, disappearing like a dead man."

Yu's voice was calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"I never expected to end up in this quagmire of Jiangcheng today."

Yu the Lord slowly turned his head, his gaze from under the hood falling on the masked man, as if trying to see through the smiling mask.

"Supporting juniors has never been your style."

Yu Zhu's tone now carried a hint of scrutiny and inquiry.

"Is that feng shui guy down there very important to you?"

Or... do you have ulterior motives for using this setup I've put together tonight?

The masked man chuckled softly, the sound particularly clear amidst the howling wind and rain.

He did not answer Yu Zhu's question, but instead slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop, stood side by side with Yu Zhu, and looked down at the City God Temple shrouded in black mist.

"It's windy on the rooftop, and it's kind of boring to look at the scenery alone."

The masked man crossed his arms and spoke in a flat tone.

"I just happened to be passing by and came to keep you company while you enjoy the scenery. What, does Lord Yu not even have this much refined taste?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Yu sneered and withdrew his gaze.

The two stopped talking and simply stood quietly at the highest point in the city.

However, the air between the two of them seemed to freeze.

But at this moment, the wind on the rooftop seemed to be blowing even faster.

……

Inside the main hall of the City God Temple.

I stood in the center of the hall before the statue of a god soaked in filth and blood, my gaze fixed on the large, jagged hole in the ground.

The strange, dark red symbols surrounding the cave entrance exuded an unsettling chill.

Although I don't know which school or lineage these symbols belong to, I can clearly perceive them thanks to my keen sense of Qi.

These symbols form a small funnel-shaped array.

They are like giant water pumps, continuously pumping out the yin energy and resentment from the black mist.

Even the lingering auras of those evil cultivators and paper figures who died in battle were frantically drawn into the depths of the cave.

"It seems the core area is still below."

I murmured something softly, my tone not particularly affected.

Outside, Lu Yan and the special operations team were still fighting a fierce battle, and it was unknown how long the protective barrier beneath the City God Temple could hold out.

I don't have time to hesitate here.

After taking a deep breath, the evil energy within me instantly circulated throughout my body, forming a faint protective layer of evil energy on the surface of my skin.

My left arm was also slightly activated, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Above his head, the black bone needles, guided by his mental energy, coiled silently like a venomous snake poised to strike.

After checking the surrounding symbols to confirm there were no trigger traps, I didn't hesitate to leap down into the hole.

The feeling of weightlessness during the fall lasted only about two meters before my feet landed firmly on the hard ground.

By the dark red light surging up from below, I realized that what was under my feet was not a natural pit, but a section of bluestone steps carved out by man.

The stairs continued downwards, disappearing into the rich red light.

The bluestone slabs were covered with a thick layer of moss, and stepping on them gave an extremely uncomfortable, slippery feeling.

I followed the steps quietly, walking deeper and deeper.

The lower you go, the lower the temperature of the air.

That chilling, bone-piercing feeling was like someone was scraping your marrow with ice cubes.

If it weren't for the protective aura, an ordinary person would probably have their blood frozen if they walked here.

On the stone walls on both sides of the passage, some ancient carvings can be faintly seen.

Some resemble murals from some kind of ritual, while others look like deep furrows scratched out by a desperate person with their fingernails before death.

After descending about thirty steps, the passage ahead suddenly opened up.

A huge double stone door came into my view.

However, this stone door, which should have been indestructible, has now been forcibly broken open by extremely violent means.

The left door panel was shattered into several huge stones scattered on the ground, while the right door panel hung crookedly on the hinge.

The stone gate's surface was covered with deep, bone-revealing sword and knife cuts, as well as spiderweb-like cracks blasted out by some powerful external force.

I stopped and gripped the handle of the leaf blade tightly with my right hand.

A cool sensation circulated rapidly between my eyebrows, enhancing my five senses to their fullest extent.

There was no ambush.

I walked around the pebbles on the ground, through the dilapidated door, and into the space behind it.

This is an underground platform, about half the size of a football field, which has obviously been artificially modified.

The cave's dome is inlaid with several tiny fluorite stones, while in the very center of the floor is a flat, circular stone platform.

At the very center of the stone platform stands an ancient well.

The well curb was made of some kind of black stone, with intricate patterns of mythical beasts carved on its surface, but these patterns have now been eroded and blurred.

The eerie red light that shot into the sky was gushing out from this ancient well.

Moreover, I could clearly feel the immense yin energy stirring up the entire city at this moment, as well as all the negative energy gathered from the large array above the City God Temple.

Their final resting place is this ancient well.

It's like a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring everything, seemingly pregnant with something, or perhaps trying to break through some ancient seal.

The red light illuminated the entire underground space, making it resemble a hellish realm.

At the edge of the ancient well where the red light was most intense, a person sat cross-legged.