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

I tapped a few times on the screen and sent Lu Yan a message: "Received, the test results are about the same as my guess."

After sending the message, I threw my phone on the bed and turned to walk to the bathroom.

Since we're not setting off until tomorrow, I can use this whole day to thoroughly familiarize myself with the mutated black bone needle.

Especially the newly developed "Mirage Dragon Tendon" ability.

For the rest of the time, I did not leave my room in the guesthouse.

I locked the door from the inside and drew the heavy blackout curtains, plunging the room into a dim environment.

This is to simulate the visual conditions of an underground ancient tomb.

I sat cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the room, holding the black bone needle that shimmered with dark red and blue light between two fingers of my right hand.

"out."

With a thought, the malevolent energy in my dantian surged into my fingers along my meridians.

Almost instantly, a dark blue solid thread emerged from the tail of the bone needle.

I began to repeatedly test the speed at which the thread solidified.

In actual combat, even a delay of a fraction of a second can determine life or death.

I discovered that if you're only condensing a thread that's one or two meters long, you hardly need to store any energy.

With a burst of malevolent energy, the silk threads instantly took shape, as swiftly as a venomous snake striking its tongue.

However, if you want to condense the maximum safe length of ten meters in one go, it will take about one second to infuse the evil energy.

After figuring out the speed, I began practical exercises.

Because this mirage dragon silk is a physical entity, it cannot float freely in the air like a wisp of energy.

Therefore, I must use objects in the environment as fulcrums.

I stood up and my gaze fell on a solid wood armchair in the corner of the room.

"go!"

I secretly used my qi manipulation technique to wrap the black bone needles and shot them out like hidden weapons.

The bone needle streaked through the air with a faint blue afterimage before landing precisely on the top of the solid wood chair back with a soft "thud".

At the same time, I suddenly pulled on the dark blue thread connecting the end of the bone needle with my right hand.

The thread taut instantly in mid-air.

I controlled my Qi manipulation technique, slightly adjusting the angle of the bone needle embedded in the wood, and then dragged the tough mirage dragon silk, quickly wrapping it twice around the chair's back and armrests.

"receive!"

I gave a low shout and pulled back sharply with my right hand.

"Crunch—click!"

With a snapping sound, the sturdy solid wood chair was cut with several deep gashes by the thin, dark blue thread, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

If I put in just a little more force, this chair would be instantly torn to pieces.

Looking at this terrifying cutting power, I nodded in satisfaction.

If this thing were wrapped around a person's neck or joints, I could easily decapitate or sever limbs with a gentle pull.

Moreover, the silk threads also contained the illusionary poison and resentment of a thousand-year-old mirage dragon.

Even if it doesn't immediately sever the opponent's vital organs, as long as the thread tears through the skin, the hallucinogenic toxin will instantly invade the opponent's blood and soul, causing them to fall into a brief state of paralysis and hallucination.

In a life-or-death struggle, a moment of stiffness is enough for me to turn my opponent into a hornet's nest with a scalpel.

For the next few hours, I practiced various tactical combinations repeatedly in the room like a tireless machine.

I tried cutting the thread, turning it into an invisible tripwire left on the ground.

Try to continuously condense new threads while moving quickly, creating an intricate cutting net in the room.

I also made a point of examining the threads that I had cut and discarded.

Just as I tested in the quiet room last night.

After being freed from my malevolent energy, these solid threads lay quietly on the ground for about an hour before gradually becoming transparent.

It eventually turned into a wisp of barely perceptible blue smoke, completely dissipating into the air without leaving any trace.

This ability to destroy evidence is practically tailor-made for me.

I didn't stop this high-intensity drill until evening.

Although I was just practicing in front of the furniture in my room, the frequent use of Qi manipulation techniques and condensing mirage dragon silk still made my mental energy feel a little tired.

I put the bone needle back into my pocket, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The sky outside was already tinged with a brilliant sunset, and the streets of the capital began to light up with twinkling lights.

Another day has passed.

As I watched the sunset gradually disappear behind the concrete jungle outside the window, my eyes became unusually calm.

The old grievances from thirty years ago, the secrets my grandfather kept hidden, and the forces lurking in the shadows, watching me like venomous snakes.

See you in Xiangxi tomorrow.

I turned around, picked up the backpack on the table, and began to do a final inventory of the supplies.

Five lancets, all in good condition.

I carefully kept the two Six Ding Six Jia amulets that Li Qing had given me close to my body.

The A-level consultant certificate with its purple-gold casing and the lightning-struck wooden safety buckle gifted by Tiangong were both in their respective places.

After confirming that everything was in order, I called and ordered a simple dinner to be delivered to my room.

After dinner, I didn't do any more cultivation. Instead, I went to bed early, closed my eyes, and forced myself into a deep sleep.

The car will arrive at 5:30 tomorrow morning.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock on my phone vibrated slightly right on time.

I suddenly opened my eyes, my gaze clear.

After a full night of deep sleep, my mental and physical energy have been restored to their peak condition.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water to fully wake myself up.

He changed into a black waterproof jacket and durable tactical pants, and put on a pair of hiking boots with good grip.

I asked Zhao Mingxuan to prepare this outfit for me yesterday.

It is very suitable for activities in the deep mountains and forests of western Hunan, which are rainy, humid and have complex terrain.

After getting dressed, I began a final check of my equipment.

At 5:25, I packed light and walked out of the room.

The lobby of the guesthouse was quiet, with only the front desk staff yawning.

As soon as I stepped out of the guesthouse, I saw a black SUV with a special license plate parked on the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, and Zhao Mingxuan was still sitting in the driver's seat.

"Good morning, Consultant Chen." Zhao Mingxuan nodded to me.

"Good morning, thank you for getting up so early to pick me up."

I replied softly, opened the back door, and got in.

"It's our duty. Master Zhang and the others are already waiting at the airport. We'll head over there now."

The SUV slowly started and drove into the streets of Beijing in the early morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and there were very few vehicles and pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, you could see a few sanitation workers wearing orange vests sweeping the streets.

The entire city was still immersed in a tranquil atmosphere.