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

I walked slowly in the shadows cast by the trees along the street, carrying a backpack on one shoulder.

All around were a constant stream of vehicles and hurried pedestrians, the hustle and bustle of the city echoing in my ears.

But my thoughts had already flown to the deep mountains and forests thousands of miles away.

However, since I have already agreed to join the special team with Zhang Xuanqing, I will have to stay in the capital for the next few days.

This way, we can wait for Zhang Xuanqing's departure notice.

Therefore, my original plan to return to Jiangcheng after finishing my business, and then go to Lao Jin's safe house to study the "Meteorite Sea Mirage Dragon Tendon" is no longer valid.

And I have a feeling that the danger of this trip to western Hunan will be no less than any crisis that occurred in Jiangcheng.

The evil creature inside the coffin alone was enough to make Zhang Xuanqing's heart tremble, not to mention the unknown orphan of the Sang family lurking in the shadows, eyeing him covetously.

Faced with this unknown situation, every bit of improvement in strength increases one's chances of survival.

I decided to use the next few days while waiting in Beijing to thoroughly understand this treasure that I had obtained from the General Administration's Class A warehouse.

However, it was clearly impractical to study this thing in a room at the General Administration's guesthouse.

Although the guesthouse had tight security, it was still a densely populated residential area.

The tendons of the swirling sea mirage dragon were also imbued with the hallucinogenic resentment of the mirage dragon in the sea.

If the aura leaks out during the refining or testing process, causing ordinary staff or other cultivators nearby to fall into hallucinations, then there would be big trouble.

I need an absolutely quiet, sturdy, and preferably enclosed space protected by a magic array.

Thinking of this, I took out my phone, found Zhao Mingxuan's number, and dialed it.

The phone was answered after three rings, and Zhao Mingxuan's voice came from the other end: "Hello, Consultant Chen."

How can I help you?

"Officer Zhao, thank you for your help."

I said into the phone.

"I've accepted a mission, and I might have to leave in a few days."

I want to take advantage of these few days to go into seclusion and study that coiled mirage tendon.

The guesthouse isn’t very convenient. I wonder if the bureau could help me arrange a more secluded place?

Ideally, it should be a quiet room or training ground buried deep underground, with an array to isolate its aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Mingxuan on the other end of the phone immediately replied, "No problem, Consultant Chen."

As you are a specially appointed A-level consultant in our bureau, this kind of logistical support is only to be expected.

There is an abandoned air-raid shelter in the northern suburbs of Beijing, which was renovated by the General Administration a few years ago.

Below are several top-tier meditation rooms specifically designed for testing high-risk magical artifacts and for seclusion, perfectly meeting your requirements.

Where are you now? I'll send a car to pick you up right away.

"I'm at the entrance of the alley near Jingxinzhai Teahouse. Thank you for your hard work."

I gave them my location.

After hanging up the phone, I waited for less than ten minutes under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

Then, a black SUV with ordinary civilian license plates but dark privacy film on the windows stopped in front of me.

After the driver confirmed my identity, he drove north.

The car drove out of the bustling city center and into a range of low hills in the northern suburbs.

Finally, the SUV stopped in front of what appeared to be an abandoned factory warehouse.

At this moment, Zhao Mingxuan was already waiting at the warehouse entrance.

"Advisor Chen, this way please."

He jogged over, shook my hand, and then led me into the warehouse.

The warehouse was empty except for an inconspicuous freight elevator in a corner.

Zhao Mingxuan took out a special magnetic card, swiped it, and the elevator doors opened. We went inside.

The elevator descended for almost a minute before stopping.

As soon as the door opened, a blast of cool, dry air rushed out.

What appeared before me was a spacious and bright underground corridor.

The walls were all made of thick reinforced concrete, and some traces of runes drawn with cinnabar could be faintly seen on the ceiling.

"This is one of the General Administration's backup bases. It's usually very quiet with very few people here."

Zhao Mingxuan introduced the event as he walked.

"The walls of this quiet room are filled with lead plates and insulating materials, and there is also an isolation array set up by the high-ranking monks of Longhu Mountain on the outside."

Even if you detonate a grenade inside, you won't hear a sound outside.

Absolutely no aura can be leaked out.

He led me to a heavy iron door at the end of the corridor and handed me a mechanical key.

"Consultant Chen, this is the No. 3 Special Quiet Room."

It contains ample drinking water and compressed dry rations, and has an independent ventilation system.

You can stay inside in peace and quiet.

If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime using the internal telephone.

"Thank you very much, that's enough."

I nodded to him and took the keys.

Zhao Mingxuan wisely didn't linger and turned to leave the underground corridor.

I used the key to open the heavy iron gate, went inside, and locked the door behind me.

The quiet room is about fifty square meters in size and is very simply furnished, with only a futon, a table and a single bed.

The walls were grayish-white, and the incandescent bulbs overhead emitted a cold, hard light.

The entire space was so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing.

This absolutely closed environment is exactly what I need.

I walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged, and placed my backpack beside me.

I unzipped the zipper and carefully took the spool out from inside.

Only then did I have the opportunity to properly examine this roll of mirage tendons.

On the spool, a spool of dark blue silk thread lay quietly coiled.

The thread looked unremarkable, about the same thickness as the thread used for sewing shoes.

But its surface shimmers with a strange, watery sheen, as if it were formed from seawater itself.

I carefully extended my right hand, which was covered in malevolent energy, and pinched the end of the thread with two fingers, lifting it slightly.

It is cool to the touch, yet possesses an incredible suppleness.

However, the moment my menacing fingers touched the mirage dragon tendon, a sudden change occurred.

That resentment, which had only been lingering in the air, seemed like a leech that had smelled blood, creeping wildly into my mind along my fingertips.

"boom!"

Suddenly everything went black before my eyes, and the gray-white walls of the quiet room vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a vast, pitch-black ocean.

The sea was filled with howling winds and waves tens of meters high, crashing down on me like black walls.

And in the depths of those churning black waves, I vaguely saw a huge, terrifying creature.

It has a snake-like body and forked antlers on its head.

A pair of scarlet eyes, like two giant searchlights, were staring intently at me.

It looked at me, opened its blood-red maw, and let out a deafening roar.

This roar was filled with the agony of being skinned alive and the extreme resentment towards all living beings.