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

After setting up the second round of traps, I returned to the cave, sat cross-legged, and continued to meditate with my eyes closed.

After an hour of meditation, I woke up and went outside to rearrange the Mirage Dragon Silk Trap.

I am like a precise mechanical clock, gradually regaining my strength in this monotonous cycle.

The cool aura between my eyebrows occasionally sends out a slight chill, helping to soothe the slight irritation caused by the monotony.

I want to keep my mind in a state of calm and tranquility.

When the third cycle ended and I opened my eyes again, it was already noticeably dark outside.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the leaves, carrying a languid quality unique to the afternoon.

I calmed myself down a bit and took a moment to feel the state of my body.

After three hours of meditation, although setting up a trap consumes some of my malevolent energy.

Overall, the malevolent energy in his dantian has recovered to about 50-60%.

The feeling of being completely drained has largely disappeared, replaced by a sense of fullness and strength.

Although the remaining 50-60% of the malevolent energy has not returned to its peak state, it is more than enough for using it to control energy or deal with some emergencies.

Even if I encounter a Gu Master at the Pill Realm again, I won't have to struggle as much.

I stood up and did not set up a fourth round of traps.

Because I know we can't stay here any longer.

I walked deeper into the cave and, by the dim light of my phone screen, carefully examined Li Qing.

His face was still as pale as a sheet of paper, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was still enduring great pain while unconscious.

Although breathing had not stopped, it seemed to have become weaker than it had been three hours earlier.

The environment here is terrible.

It was damp and cold, and the air was filled with various unknown miasma and toxins.

Although Jiang Ling had fed him pills before, and I had protected him with my evil energy for a period of time, these were ultimately just temporary solutions.

He suffered severe internal injuries and needs professional medical equipment and a quiet environment to recover.

If we continue to leave him in these mountains, even without pursuers, his physical functions will gradually deteriorate.

I must get him out as soon as possible so he can receive professional treatment.

I checked the scalpels at my waist again to make sure that each one was in good condition.

I bent down, grabbed Li Qing's arms, and carried him steadily on my back.

Stepping out of the cave, I took a deep breath of the sweltering afternoon air and began to quickly calculate in my mind.

It took me about seven or eight hours to get from where I hid the SUV to the cliff to rescue Li Qing.

That was under the condition that I didn't care about physical exertion and ran at almost full speed.

And now, I'm carrying a grown man who weighs over 100 pounds on my back.

Although the route I've chosen now is the shortest straight-line distance between two points, it's not the same route I took before.

However, to avoid those conspicuous main roads and potential ambushes, I sometimes have to take detours.

This means I'll be facing even more challenging terrain.

Based on the current speed, even if I don't encounter any obstacles along the way, it will take me at least ten hours to walk back to the hiding place.

In other words, if everything goes smoothly, we should be able to get out of this damn southern Xinjiang by tomorrow morning.

"Li Qing, you usually seem pretty clever, how come you've run into trouble in Southern Xinjiang and were chased like a dog by the Black Li people?"

As I used my scissor to cut through the thorns blocking my path, I muttered to myself to Li Qing on my back.

Although I know he can't hear, talking to him in this desolate wilderness can always dispel some of the oppressive silence.

I actually have many questions in my mind.

Although Li Qing is a descendant of the geomancer lineage, his favorite thing to do is stay at Tingyuxuan and play games. He's not the type to cause trouble.

How did he end up offending the Black Li faction by coming all the way to the Southern Frontier to achieve the Core Formation?

Moreover, I still have no idea what kind of organization Black Dawn is.

Local forces? Assassin organization?

Perhaps there are records in the archives of the Folklore Bureau, but I simply don't have time to look at them right now.

Judging from the scene on the cliff, the Black Li people clearly wanted him dead.

What important thing did Li Qing take from them, or did he see something he shouldn't have seen, that would attract such a murderous intent?

And then there's Jiang Ling.

How did she end up with Li Qing?

And judging from her appearance, she seems to be protecting Li Qing.

Jiang Ling's identity was already shrouded in mystery. She was my assistant before, and later, various signs indicated that she was suspected to be the former Holy Maiden of Wandie Valley.

Why did she save Li Qing?

Then there's the Lan family. Suddenly, a descendant of the Sang family, claiming to be the Holy Envoy of the Butterfly Valley, appeared and stirred up trouble, almost wiping out the Lan family.

Several elders were either dead or missing, and the entire core fighting force was wiped out.

Overnight, they became a third-rate force.

The water in southern Xinjiang is getting muddier and muddier.

I shook my head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts in my heart.

There's no point in thinking about these things now. The most urgent thing is to get out of here alive.

In the afternoon, the temperature in the rainforest reached its highest point.

I carried Li Qing on my back and painstakingly carved out a path through the pathless jungle.

When I encountered a steep rock face, I would support it with one hand and grip the cracks in the rock with the other, relying on the powerful explosive force brought by the mountain-shaking strength to climb up.

When I encounter a muddy swamp, I use the art of controlling qi to release my spiritual energy.

After scouting the bottom of the swamp beforehand, I would step on those relatively solid footholds and jump across without any real danger.

Along the way, I did not encounter any poisonous insects or snakes.

With the double protection of evil energy and the Gu King within me, not even a single poisonous insect dared to show its face in front of me.

Several hours passed, and the sun began to gradually set in the west, dimming the light in the woods once again.

My steps remained steady, and although my breathing was a little heavy, my rhythm was not disrupted.

The reserve of 50-60% of the malevolent energy gave me great confidence, allowing me to avoid feeling as constrained as I did in the morning.

As you move closer to the outer edge, the surrounding terrain begins to become relatively flat.

Those tall, dense original trees have gradually been replaced by some common secondary forests.

This shows that I am on the right track and we are gradually moving away from the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Just as I was about to find a place to rest and have a drink of water, a cool sensation suddenly stirred between my eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, my ears caught a very faint rustling sound.

The sound was neither the rustling of leaves in the wind nor the sound of wild animals moving about, but rather like the rustling of some kind of fabric against tree branches.

Moreover, the sound came from the direction I was heading straight ahead.