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

This feeling was not at all like the bone needles simply swallowing and digesting the tendons of the swirling sea mirage dragon.

It's more likely that this mysterious bone needle possesses some kind of analytical ability.

It incorporates the material, characteristics, and physical concept of "lines" of the mirage dragon tendon into its own internal structure, ensuring backward compatibility.

Now, it is using my malevolent energy as raw material, like a precision machine, to "print" the Mirage Dragon Tendons again!

To get to the bottom of this new ability, I decided to test it thoroughly in a quiet room.

The first issue is consumption.

I steadied myself and continued to inject malevolent energy into the bone needle, controlling the dark cyan thread to grow longer and longer.

One meter, two meters, three meters...

When the thread extended to about three meters in length, I could clearly feel the rate at which the evil energy within my body began to dissipate.

Moreover, this is not a linear consumption process.

I carefully examined the feedback in my meridians and discovered that for every doubling of the length of the condensed silk threads, the amount of malevolent energy required would increase exponentially.

I gritted my teeth and suddenly increased the output of my killing intent, trying to challenge my limits.

Five meters, eight meters, ten meters!

When the silk thread extended to about ten meters, the evil core in my dantian suddenly trembled, and a sour and throbbing pain came from my meridians.

The jade-colored baleful energy within his body poured out like a flood that had been unleashed.

I quickly cut off the supply of evil energy, and a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of my forehead.

The preliminary test results are clear: with my current level of Sha Dan, even if I exhaust all the Sha Qi in my body, I will absolutely not be able to condense the complete length that was coiled on the spool before.

Ten meters is the safest limit for me, while ensuring that I still have the strength to fight.

However, for assassinations and close-quarters combat, a distance of ten meters is more than enough.

Next is the toughness test.

I pulled out my willow-leaf knife again, tightened the ten-meter-long dark blue silk thread, took a deep breath, and swung the knife down hard.

"clang!"

It was still that crisp, piercing sound of metal striking metal.

When I sheathed my knife, I saw that there wasn't even a white mark on the silk thread, and its toughness was in no way inferior to the original physical mirage dragon tendon.

Seeing this, I felt a little more at ease.

This shows that the bone needles are not just for show, but a real killing weapon.

Finally, I began testing its physical condition and timeliness.

There's something very strange, which I just discovered during testing.

That is, although this thread was formed by my evil energy through the bone needle, its state strictly follows the physical concept of a physical entity.

I tried to loosen my grip on the end of the thread with my left hand.

Then, the ten-meter-long dark blue silk thread immediately fell limply onto the gray-white floor of the quiet room under the influence of gravity.

It cannot float in mid-air like a pure energy body.

In other words, it must be attached to an object or pulled by me to straighten.

With a thought, I severed the connection between the bone needle and the ten-meter-long silk thread.

The silk thread that fell to the ground did not disappear immediately, but remained in its physical state, lying there quietly.

Then, I injected more malevolent energy into the bone needle, and a new thread immediately condensed at the end of the needle.

This discovery amazed me.

This means that as long as I have enough malevolent energy, I can completely act like a spinning machine, continuously producing these incredibly tough solid threads containing hallucinogenic toxins!

At this moment, I did not rush to leave, but sat cross-legged on the futon.

As I circulated my inner energy to slowly replenish my depleted malevolent energy, I quietly observed the silk thread that I had cut off and abandoned on the floor.

Time passed by, second by second.

About an hour later, I keenly noticed that the dark blue thread lying on the ground began to change.

Its surface, with its shimmering, water-like sheen, began to dim, and its originally cool and supple texture gradually became ethereal.

It seems that because it has lost the continuous support and energy supply of the evil energy within me, the power contained within it is rapidly dissipating.

Another ten minutes or so passed, accompanied by a very slight energy fluctuation.

The ten-meter-long silk thread faded completely, like morning mist exposed to sunlight.

In the end, it completely dissipated into the air, leaving not a trace.

After watching the entire dissipation process, I let out a long breath and carefully put the black bone needle in my hand away from my body.

All tests have been completed.

I am very satisfied with this change.

Although it is impossible to condense its original length even if all the evil energy in the body is exhausted, this seems to be a weakening.

But in reality, this form, which is free from the constraints of physical lines, is more in line with my fighting style.

If I were to carry that entire roll of mirage dragon tendons, not only would it be troublesome to carry and deploy, but once deployed in battle, I would also have to spend time and effort to retrieve it after use.

In some complex combat situations, such tedious operations can often be fatal.

Moreover, this roll of real mirage tendon will inevitably suffer damage during various uses.

But now it's different.

It became a consumable item that I used and stored as needed.

I can use it as an invisible tripwire, a strangulation noose imbued with hallucinogenic resentment, or even casually set up an indestructible defensive line behind me when escaping.

After I finish using it, I don't need to worry about it at all.

An hour later, it will automatically disappear without a trace.

Even if someone were to investigate the scene afterward, they would find absolutely no trace of the murder weapon.

Hidden, deadly, and disposable.

This is the perfect tool for me.

I stood up and stretched my joints, which had become stiff from sitting for so long.

The air in the quiet room was still cool and dry, but my mood was very clear at that moment.

After tidying up the discarded spools of thread and the broken strand of mirage tendon, I put them back into my backpack.

After confirming that I had left no belongings behind in the quiet room, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, walked to the heavy iron door, and unlocked it with my key.

With a dull scraping sound from the iron gate, I stepped out of the No. 3 Special Quiet Room.

The incandescent lights in the corridor still emitted a cold, hard glow.

I retraced my steps and took the freight elevator back to the abandoned warehouse on the ground.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I saw Zhao Mingxuan waiting in the office outside.

When he saw me come out, he immediately pushed back his chair and came to greet me with a professional and polite smile.

"Advisor Chen, you've emerged from seclusion? Judging from your complexion, you must have gained a lot from this retreat."

"It went fairly smoothly. Thanks to Officer Zhao for helping arrange this place; it saved me a lot of trouble."

I answered calmly, handing him back the key to the quiet room.

"You're too kind. This is just my job."

Shall we go back to the guesthouse now?

Zhao Mingxuan took the keys and gestured for him to proceed.