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

Immediately afterwards, I took a step forward and slammed my right elbow into his back.

The force of the Mountain-Shaking Strength penetrated his flesh and shook his internal organs. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and completely lost the ability to resist.

After that, I did the same thing.

Working with Shan Yan and the others, I used techniques to quickly subdue the other two masked men who were trying to resist.

After disassembling all four of their limbs, I threw them together like rag dollies.

As for the remaining masked men, seeing no hope of breaking through, they let out a few desperate roars.

They raised the short blades in their hands, ready to slit their own throats.

Shan Yan reacted quickly, kicking away one of the men's knives, but two others still managed to commit suicide, their blood gushing out onto the ground.

The entire battle, from its outbreak to its end, lasted only two or three minutes.

I walked up to the three prisoners who had their joints dislocated and were lying on the ground like rag dolls.

Although they were convulsing in pain and sweating profusely, their eyes were fixed on me, revealing a frantic will to die.

Seeing that look in my eyes immediately set off alarm bells in my mind.

In the old martial arts novels or spy dramas, the assassins would bite open the poison sac hidden in their mouths and commit suicide once they were captured.

Given how ruthless and decisive this group is, even to the point of not hesitating to commit suicide, it's hard to guarantee they don't have such a backup plan.

"Don't move, let me check how your teeth are."

I said something softly and squatted down.

Then I reached out my left hand and pinched the chin of one of the prisoners.

I pressed my thumb and forefinger on his jaw joints on both sides and applied a little force.

"Click!"

With a crisp crack, his jaw was dislocated.

After I dislocated his jaw, his mouth could only open wide uncontrollably, and even saliva mixed with blood was flowing out.

At this point, he could only make indistinct "hoho" sounds and couldn't even bite down.

I got a powerful flashlight from the gunpowder, turned it on, and carefully examined his mouth.

As a mortician at a funeral home, I am very familiar with the structure of the human skeleton and organs.

As the beam of the flashlight swept across his mouth, I quickly noticed an unnatural metallic sheen on the innermost molar on his left side.

That tooth was noticeably larger than the teeth next to it, and its color was slightly darker.

There was definitely something fishy going on.

After I took out a scalpel, I carefully inserted the tip into his mouth and pressed it against the suspicious molar.

With a little force, the tooth actually came loose.

I used the tip of the knife to pick out the tooth, and it fell to the ground.

After flipping it over, I realized it was a hollow false tooth.

The denture contained a tiny glass tube filled with a pale blue liquid.

Even through the glass, I could feel the deadly toxicity emanating from that liquid.

If he had bitten it hard just now, the glass tube would have shattered, and the venom would have instantly entered his bloodstream; even a miracle wouldn't have saved him.

On the other side, Rock and Hound did the same thing, dislocating the jaws of the other two prisoners.

They also found dentures containing venom in the mouths of these two people.

After thoroughly removing all the dangerous items and carefully searching their bodies to confirm that they were not hiding any miniature bombs or other suicide devices, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Shanyan, these three are yours."

"Tie them up tightly, and we'll make further plans once Master Zhang has recovered."

I stood up, put the flashlight back in my pocket, and spoke to Shan Yan, who was bandaging the hunting dog's wounds.

"Don't worry, once they fall into my hands, even if they're like Sun Wukong, they won't be able to escape my grasp."

Shan Yan spat and stared fiercely at the three prisoners.

He pulled out several high-strength tactical cable ties from his backpack, walked over, and tied them up like dumplings.

After finishing what I had to do here, I turned around and quickly walked towards the edge of the formation.

Zhang Xuanqing remained in a half-kneeling position, but Ling Shu had already come to his side.

At this moment, she was carefully putting several brown pills with a strong medicinal aroma into Zhang Xuanqing's mouth, and then she placed her hands on his back and used a special massage technique to help him neutralize the effects of the medicine.

The compass had just coughed up several mouthfuls of blood due to the backlash from the formation, and was now leaning against a stone pillar, panting with a pale face.

Seeing me approach, he forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and gave me a thumbs up.

After nodding to him, I walked up to Zhang Xuanqing, said nothing, and just looked at him quietly.

After about five or six minutes, Zhang Xuanqing's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly and he slowly opened them.

His previously cloudy and dull eyes finally regained a glimmer of clarity.

He took a deep breath, loosened his grip on the longsword, and with Ling Shu's help, struggled to sit up cross-legged.

"Brother Chen..."

Zhang Xuanqing's voice was very hoarse, like a sound squeezed out from a broken bellows.

"Just now... I owe you so much."

"If you hadn't blocked those sneak attacks, I probably would have really died here today."

I shook my head and said gently, "Master Zhang, you flatter me."

We're all in the same boat, so it's only right that we look out for each other.

Your ability to summon heavenly lightning has truly opened my eyes.

How are you feeling now? Has your foundation been damaged?

Zhang Xuanqing chuckled and waved his hand gently: "The foundation wasn't damaged, but the true energy was depleted, and the meridians were somewhat shaken by the forced activation of heavenly thunder energy."

Ling Shu fed me a Lesser Rejuvenation Pill. After half a day of recuperation, I should be about 70-80% recovered.

Hearing him say that, I secretly felt relieved.

Although this trip to western Hunan had some twists and turns, the outcome was ultimately good.

"That's good. You can focus on regulating your breathing now."

I turned to look at the three prisoners tied to the corner by the rocks, and my eyes became deep again.

"Once you've recovered a bit, let's go meet up with those friends."

Following my gaze, Zhang Xuanqing saw that although he was weak, a sharp, cold glint still flashed in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, closed his eyes again, formed a strange hand seal, and began to concentrate on refining the medicinal power within his body.

After finishing my conversation with Zhang Xuanqing, I didn't just stand there and wait foolishly.

Since I had nothing better to do, and out of my ingrained instinct for caution, I decided to go back up to the top of the stone platform to check if there was anything I had missed.

After putting away all the lancets, I turned around and walked back towards the altar in the center of the square, which had been bombarded by lightning, stepping on the rubble and scorched earth.

The destructive power of heavenly lightning is terrifying.

The once incredibly sturdy altar has now been blasted into a funnel-shaped crater with a diameter of two to three meters.