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

Immediately afterwards, the tactical knife in Shan Yan's hand transformed into a cold, sharp glint.

He didn't use any fancy moves; it was just the simplest and most deadly fighting techniques in the military.

The blade sliced ​​along the inside of the monster's swinging arm, precisely avoiding the hard bones and severing its muscle groups and fascia.

Then, Shan Yan flipped his wrist, and the blade moved upwards.

Using the momentum of the monster's lunge, the blade plunged deep into its chin and emerged from the top of its head.

Black, foul-smelling blood gushed out instantly.

Shan Yan kicked the strange corpse away, and without pausing, turned and pounced on another one.

At the same time, the gunpowder at the rear of the column also opened fire.

"Da da da da da..."

The silenced submachine gun in his hand emitted a muffled roar.

Gunpowder's marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate; the bullets left several dark red streaks in the thick fog, almost all of them hitting the knee joints and eye sockets of the other two monstrous corpses.

Although those monstrous corpses were thick-skinned and tough, they were still blasted to pieces by this barrage of special firepower at close range.

It lost its balance and fell heavily into the mud.

The lead hound resembles a nimble monkey.

He rolled away to dodge the monster's attack, and with a swift motion, he severed the monster's ankle with his machete.

In less than half a minute.

The four ferocious-looking monstrous corpses were completely wiped out by the team members with overwhelming force.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any unnecessary words or actions.

I stood there, slowly loosening my right hand from the hilt of the willow-leaf knife, watching Shan Yan shake off the black blood from the saber, and was secretly surprised.

This mountain rock truly lives up to its reputation as the leader of the ninth elite squad trained by Lei Zhenshan.

The raw, unyielding military aura he just unleashed, along with the combat instincts honed in life-or-death battles, felt to me no less than my own strength under normal circumstances.

If I don't use trump cards like the Demon-Slaying Armor or the Qi-Controlling Armor, it would probably take me a lot of effort to defeat him in hand-to-hand combat alone.

This special operations team is indeed full of hidden talents.

"Alert the surrounding area!"

Shan Yan gave the order in a deep voice, then looked at Ling Shu.

"Ling Shu, is anyone injured?"

Ling Shu, with her short, ear-length hair, quickly examined the area and shook her head:

"There were no casualties, but everyone be careful not to come into contact with the monsters' bodily fluids."

Zhang Xuanqing slung the longsword, which was still sheathed in his hand, back behind his back, walked to a strange corpse whose head had been blown off by a rock, and squatted down to examine it carefully.

Seeing this, I also walked over and stood beside Zhang Xuanqing, looking at the corpse on the ground.

"That's strange."

Zhang Xuanqing used his sword sheath to peel back the tattered strips of cloth on the strange corpse, his brow furrowed.

"Brother Chen, look at the veins and muscle textures of these corpses."

I looked in the direction he pointed and found that although the monster's muscles were swollen, many parts of them showed an abnormal tearing state.

It felt like a balloon being forcibly inflated, about to burst at any moment.

Moreover, there were no runes on the surface of the corpse used to gather yin energy, nor were there any traces left by the long-term soaking in medicinal water as in traditional corpse refining.

"These corpses... are not from the traditional methods of corpse driving from Maoshan or Xiangxi."

Zhang Xuanqing analyzed in a deep voice.

"Traditional corpse refining requires a long period of warming and refining, which will make the corpse as hard as iron, but the movements will be relatively stiff."

These monsters seemed to have been forcibly created by being directly injected with some high concentration of Yin energy.

Although it possesses great strength and speed, its physical body simply cannot withstand such power, and it will collapse on its own within a few days.

I nodded, agreeing with Zhang Xuanqing's point.

But then I thought about it again, and I still felt that something was not quite right.

When those monsters pounced on me, the cool aura between my brows sensed not only the chilling cold of inanimate objects, but also a very complex emotional fluctuation.

So I crouched down, reached out, and probed a wisp of baleful energy with a jade-like luster into the freckles of the strange corpse.

The moment the malevolent energy entered the monstrous corpse's head, I felt a faint yet intensely painful and maddening fluctuation.

My eyes narrowed, and I instantly withdrew my hand.

"Master Zhang, the strangest thing is inside."

I stood up and said in a very confident tone.

"Their souls and spirits have not dissipated."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanqing and several other team members who were nearby all changed their expressions.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; the soul leaving the body is a natural law.

Unless they harbored immense resentment in their previous life and transformed into vengeful ghosts, or were forcibly detained by evil cultivators skilled in soul-binding magic.

However, in the profession of corpse refining, the three souls of the corpse are usually extracted first, or they are directly scattered, leaving only the seven spirits inside the corpse.

Preserving a complete soul will cause the corpse to resist, making it extremely difficult to control.

"I just checked it out."

I looked at the strange corpse on the ground, its eyes wide open in death, and continued speaking.

"Their three souls and seven spirits were forcibly sewn to death in this broken body by a very crude but also very domineering method."

When they charged at us just now, it wasn't just out of bloodlust.

Deep down, a trace of the pain and madness they felt as living beings being tortured still lingers in their minds.

I spoke casually, but the content of my words sent chills down my spine.

Locking the souls of the living inside one's own corpse, watching helplessly as one's own body transforms into a monster that tears others apart.

This method can no longer be described as cruel; it is downright inhumane.

Just then, Ling Shu, wearing medical rubber gloves and carrying a sprayer, stepped forward.

I looked at the medical gloves on Ling Shu's hands and scratched my head inwardly.

I originally thought no one would bring this thing when I was checking the body at the entrance, but I didn't expect them to be so well prepared.

Ling Shu was unaware of my thoughts at that moment. She sprayed some colorless medicine onto the cut wound of the strange corpse.

With a soft hissing sound, the black blood deep inside the wound suddenly began to boil violently.

Immediately afterwards, several black nematodes, no thicker than toothpicks, crawled out of the rotting flesh.

The moment these nematodes came into contact with the outside air, they immediately turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood.

Ling Shu frowned, took a step back, and spoke with a hint of disgust:

"It's the bone-rotting Gu from the Southern Frontier, mixed with a high concentration of corpse poison."

"If they scratch even the slightest part of your skin, this poison will seep directly into your bone marrow through your bloodstream—such a ruthless method."

After listening to our analysis, the air around us seemed to freeze.

Zhang Xuanqing took a deep breath, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.