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

Chapter 45 Awakening of Insects Powder

"How do we cooperate?" I asked.

The man took a specially made small porcelain bottle out of his pocket and tossed it over.

I caught it and smelled a strong scent of realgar and cinnabar.

"This is Jingzhe Powder. When Li Hongmei goes in, Grandpa Huai will definitely use the roots of that old locust tree to probe her situation."

Find an opportunity to scatter this stuff on the roots of the locust tree. The old locust tree will be startled, and the yin energy formation in the yard will be disrupted for three minutes.

Then we'll rush in and help you get the roster.

He grinned, revealing yellowed teeth: "Three minutes should be enough for you, you corpse-stitching wretch, to do your thing, right?"

I held the porcelain bottle, and I could feel the restlessness of the medicine inside through my fingertips.

This thing can indeed break the Yin Formation, but it will also instantly alert Master Huai.

These people want me to be the bomb, to draw the first wave of Huaiye's anger.

"OK."

I smiled, a smile that seemed especially innocent in the darkness.

"Since you elder brothers are willing to lead the way, I, as the younger brother, naturally have no objection."

After saying that, I turned around and nimbly climbed up the ruins.

The man watched my retreating figure, a sinister glint in his eyes.

As I climbed over the wall, my left hand had already quietly gripped the scalpel.

Roster? Collaboration?

The moment I get the roster, I'll be the first one to die.

Did you really think I was a fool?

After seeing me climb over the wall, the man quietly left.

I squatted among the dense branches and leaves of the old locust tree, looking down.

The scene in the courtyard came into view.

Li Hongmei was kneeling in the center of the courtyard, holding the two coins in her hands, trembling all over.

In front of her, an old man with a hunched back stretched out a withered hand and slowly touched the top of her head.

The old man's fingernails were extremely long, with an eerie bluish-purple hue.

In a corner of the courtyard, I saw a row of neatly peeled "meat chunks" hanging on a wooden frame, swaying slightly in the wind and rain.

An unprecedented surge of anger exploded from my chest.

Realizing what it was, I gritted my teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Damn it, it's infuriating."

But I didn't act impulsively.

Old fox Huaiye, since he dared to hang a corpse and skin it in the courtyard, must have had more than one trick up his sleeve.

Even if I manage to kill him by myself, I can't guarantee that I won't be dragged down by his dying counterattack.

Moreover, those people outside the wall who are using me as a tool are no saints.

I remained perched on the tree branch, coldly observing the scene below.

Grandpa Huai seemed to have sensed something, and his cloudy eyes swept towards the canopy of the tree.

But because I intentionally concealed my aura, he did not find the exact target.

Li Hongmei was still kowtowing there, incoherently praying for good fortune.

I took out the small porcelain bottle containing the Jingzhe powder from my pocket and carefully stroked it.

This stuff is indeed good, but I won't sprinkle it on the roots of locust trees.

I took out a piece of catgut from my sleeve, tied the porcelain bottle to one end of the thread, and then gathered a wisp of malevolent energy at my fingertips and gently flicked it onto the cork of the porcelain bottle.

The evil energy will slowly corrode the wooden stopper, and after about three minutes, the medicinal powder inside will expand due to moisture and explode.

With a gentle flick, the porcelain bottle landed precisely on the roof of the wing room on the other side of the courtyard.

Then, I slid down from the tree and, following the shadow of the courtyard wall, crept towards the cellar entrance on the side.

I saw it clearly from the tree just now. Although those skinned "pieces of flesh" were terrifying, the deathly aura that truly chilled me was coming from that half-open cellar.

If there were a roster or some other secret that couldn't be revealed to others, that would be the most likely place.

As I approached the cellar, I heard a muffled "thud" from the roof of the side room.

Immediately afterwards, a plume of smoke carrying a strong smell of sulfur and cinnabar exploded out.

The moment the smoke dissipated, it ignited the atmosphere of the entire courtyard.

The old locust tree began to twist and turn wildly, countless roots bursting out of the soil, bringing with them large amounts of mud and gravel.

"ah--!"

Li Hongmei let out a scream as her ankles were wrapped by tendrils and she was dragged backwards towards the base of the locust tree.

"Damn it!" Old Master Huai roared, his voice hoarse and grating.

He whirled around, his withered hand slamming down on the ceiling of the side room. "Where did this brat come from, daring to disrupt my formation!"

At that very moment, a series of footsteps and the sound of something cutting through the air came from behind the wall.

"Go! Old Master Huai is old, the formation is broken, and the register is on him!"

That's the voice of the hooded man from earlier.

Several dark figures scaled the wall, each holding a specially made Molotov cocktail, seemingly designed specifically to deal with the yin-type locust tree.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky in the courtyard, turning it into complete chaos.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the main battlefield, I crouched down and slipped into the cellar.

The cellar reeked of a nauseating, bloody stench.

I walked down the steps, each step landing on a sticky liquid.

When I reached the bottom, I immediately saw a stone platform in the center of the cellar.

On the stone platform were rows of transparent glass bottles, each containing a heart.

Black energy swirled around those hearts, the resentment that had not yet dissipated.

Beside those hearts, I also saw a small, dark red booklet.

"register?"

I reached for the booklet, wanting to see what was inside.

I didn't believe a word the hooded man said; who knows if the list he mentioned was real or just made up.

However, at that moment, a heavy thud was heard from above the cellar, followed by a muffled groan.

"Kid...you tricked me..."

Ignoring the commotion above, I quickly stuffed the booklet into my pocket, ready to leave first.

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed from the shadows of the cellar: "Little corpse-stitcher, you think you can just take what you want and leave? Don't you think you're putting me in a very low regard?"

Without turning my head, I swung my right hand, the scalpel, backward sharply.

With a "clang".

Sparks flew everywhere.

I looked up and saw a pale, faceless paper figure blocking my blade.

Behind the paper figure, Grandpa Huai's wrinkled face slowly emerged from the shadows.

Could this be his true form?!

Is that person in the courtyard upstairs actually a stand-in?

No wonder he couldn't see through my rudimentary breath-concealing technique.

Thinking of this, I turned around, looked at him, and forced a smile: "Uncle Huai, the smell in your cellar is really not good."

My right hand was already gripping the scalpel tightly.

At the same time, the evil energy within his body began to frantically pour into his limbs and bones.

Since things have come to this, we can only send this old man on his way.