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

"Forbidden Technique: Cloak of Evil"

With my low shout, the malevolent energy that had been lurking in my meridians instantly went out of control.

"Kill him...eat him...sew his skin onto your own body..."

In an instant, countless chaotic murmurs began to flood my ears, my eyes became bloodshot, and the world in my vision turned dark red.

"Evil energy has entered your body?! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Fear finally appeared on Grandpa Huai's sinister face.

However, he didn't stop moving his hands, and suddenly slammed the locust wood staff he was carrying onto the ground.

"Stop him! Tear him to pieces!"

In an instant, several more faceless paper figures appeared behind Grandpa Huai.

At his command, the paper figures stretched out strangely and pounced on me from four directions.

I sneered, leaving a trail of afterimages in my wake.

too slow.

In the state of being afflicted, my senses were amplified countless times.

At the same time, their movements appeared to me to be infinitely slower.

I didn't dodge; I slashed out with my right hand, wielding a scalpel.

With a "snap," I cut the paper figure at the front in half.

There was no blood, only a plume of foul-smelling black smoke that exploded.

Then, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed the face of a paper figure on the side.

The malevolent energy surged into the paper figure through my fingertips, and before it could even scream, it was instantly burst into a pile of shredded paper.

"die!"

I pushed off with my feet, and like a cannonball, I rushed to Grandpa Huai in an instant.

Grandpa Huai was a seasoned veteran; he remained calm in the face of danger. A ball of green ghostly fire burst from the tip of his locust wood staff, heading straight for my face.

I turned my head to avoid it, letting the ghostly fire brush past my shoulder.

At the same time, the lancet went straight for his throat.

Grandpa Huai hurriedly swung his cane to block.

"when!"

The clanging of metal echoed through the cellar. I struck Huaiye with such force that he staggered back three steps, his hands trembling slightly.

"You little bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the locust wood cane.

Instantly, the withered wooden staff sprouted countless thorny brambles, which coiled around me like venomous snakes.

This is his signature evil technique; once someone is entangled with it, their entire life force and spirit will be drained.

I feel like the crazy desire in my mind is about to burst out of control. Right now, all I want to do is tear everything in front of me to shreds, even if it means mutual destruction.

"Soul-Locking Clothes!"

I abandoned my defense and let the thorns prick me, but they were blocked by the murderous aura emanating from my body and could not advance an inch.

At the same time, I lunged forward and gripped the top of the locust wood cane tightly with my left hand.

The malevolent energy and green flames clashed violently in my palm, producing a piercing sizzling sound, and a strange smell spread out.

Grandpa Huai looked at me in horror; he had probably never seen a battle like this before.

I dropped the scalpel with my right hand, and with my five fingers together, I slammed it into his chest like a heavy hammer.

With a "crack," that was the sound of a rib breaking.

Grandpa Huai screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He crashed into the cellar wall like a kite with a broken string.

I didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. I strode over and stepped on his chest.

He picked up the scalpel again with his right hand and twirled it between his fingertips.

At this moment, Grandpa Huai was still struggling violently at my feet. He opened his mouth with difficulty and uttered a few words.

"No...you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blade precisely sliced ​​through his carotid artery.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, but I dodged it by turning to the side, leaving only a few drops splashing near the corner of my mouth.

Instantly, the rambling in my mind reached its climax.

"Sew him up...sew him up..."

I let out a long breath, desperately suppressing the brutal thoughts in my heart, and bit my tongue hard, using the sharp pain to bring back a sliver of clarity.

The state of being shrouded in affliction cannot continue any longer.

After I quickly dissipated the malevolent energy from my body, a feeling of weakness instantly overwhelmed me.

Suddenly, I swayed and almost fell.

After letting out a long breath, I turned around and started climbing back up the steps I had come from.

The sounds above had gradually subsided, and now it was eerily quiet.

When I returned to the courtyard, the scene was even worse than I had imagined.

The old locust tree was mostly burned, and the mud and water on the ground were stained dark red.

Several thugs dressed in black lay sprawled in the mud, some with tree roots piercing their chests, others with broken cervical vertebrae from falling rocks, clearly not going to survive.

I saw Li Hongmei.

She was slumped down beside the roots of the old locust tree, half of her body soaked in mud and water.

When she saw that it was me who came out, she shrank back like a startled rabbit and let out a short scream.

"Chen...Chen Yang? What are you doing here?!"

Her voice trembled violently, carrying an unreal, dreamlike quality.

I didn't stop or look at her, but simply replied, "Ms. Li, fortune is something that will come if it's destined to be yours, and you can't force it if it's not. Some things come at a price."

After saying that, I left without saying anything more.

I have absolutely no desire to deal with people like that.

When I reached the center of the courtyard, I saw the hooded man.

He is not dead yet.

A charred locust tree root pierced his abdomen, pinning him firmly to the corner of the wall.

His face was covered in blood, and he was panting heavily. When he saw me coming, a last glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"You...you deserve to die..." He reached out his bloody hand and tried to grab my trouser leg.

I stopped and looked down at him.

At this moment, his pupils began to dilate, a sign that his time was coming to an end.

"Brother, next time you want to use a human as a knife, you should first check if it will hurt your hand."

After saying that, I stepped over his body and walked towards the red door that was already teetering on the verge of collapse.

Pushing open the door, the alleys of the old town remained deep, dark, and cold.

As I left the old town, I hailed a taxi.

In the taxi, I felt my left hand start to twitch uncontrollably, a sign that the evil energy had seeped into my bones.

The side effects of the forbidden technique are becoming increasingly severe.

When I returned to my rented room, it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

I slipped into the house, locked the door behind me, and immediately sat cross-legged on the floor.

I need to cleanse myself of the remaining malevolent energy surging within me.

Half an hour later, I finally managed to guide the remaining evil energy in my body little by little, allowing it to slowly return to my dantian along my meridians.

I opened my eyes and exhaled a long, murky white breath.

Although the lingering pain, like needles pricking his bones, had finally been completely suppressed, and the violent urge to go berserk at any moment was finally subsided.

I took the booklet out of my pocket, stared at it for a moment, and knew very well that this matter had blown up too much.

The fact that someone like Master Huai has been able to remain in power in Jiangcheng for so many years suggests that his network of connections must be as intricate as a spider web.

Now not only is Master Huai dead, but the hooded man and his gang have also died there.