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

I immediately stopped and hid behind a thick camphor tree.

I didn't put Li Qing down. Instead, I slowly placed my left hand on the scalpel at my waist and calmly gazed at the dark woodland ahead.

After that, I shrank behind the tree, trying to blend in with my surroundings.

The light in the woods was already very dim at dusk.

However, the cool air enhanced my five senses, allowing me to still clearly see the scene dozens of meters ahead.

Five figures could be vaguely seen in the heavy twilight.

They formed a relatively loose fan-shaped search formation, stepping on the thick layer of fallen leaves, and slowly approached the direction where Li Qing and I were.

I recognized their outfits all too well; they were exactly the same as the previous scout squad.

The leader, who was walking in the very middle, was also carrying a black wooden box.

Even from a distance of more than 30 meters, I could clearly hear the rustling sound coming from the wooden box.

Clearly, this was another scout team sent out by Black Li.

The black wooden box in the leader's hand must have contained the same kind of venomous insects used for tracking.

The appearance of this scout team almost confirms my previous guess.

It seems that Li Qing must have left some weakness in the opponent's hands, which caused him to be constantly locked onto by the opponent.

This also explains why he was able to be caught up by the other side even though he had been on the run all along.

The two battles, one in the mountain hollow and the other on the cliff, also illustrate the outcome.

Moreover, the fact that the other side can consistently send out teams of five to conduct a comprehensive search proves that these trackable Gu worms are definitely not rare.

It is not a unique, one-of-a-kind mother Gu.

"It seems that Hei Li is indeed not someone to be trifled with."

I muttered something to myself, but my eyes became unusually calm.

Fortunately, apart from spending three hours recuperating in that hidden cave, I didn't make any unnecessary stops along the way and maintained a high-speed, straight-line march the whole time.

If I had delayed even a little, or taken a longer route, I probably would have been cornered by these hound-like scouts long ago.

However, facing this scout squad with almost identical equipment, I didn't even bother to show my face this time.

Since they're here to cause trouble, let them stay in trouble forever.

Instead of drawing the scalpel from my waist, I squinted slightly.

The evil energy within his dantian, now restored to 50-60%, was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

My mental energy, like invisible tentacles, radiated outwards instantly, completely enveloping the area within fifty meters in front of me within my perception.

With a slight thought, the black bone needle that had been hidden in his sleeve instantly transformed into a dark stream of light.

It shot silently into the dim air.

With the aid of Qi control, the bone needles moved at an incredible speed without making a sound.

For these scouts with rudimentary cultivation, this was nothing short of a dimensional reduction attack.

"puff!"

A very faint muffled thud.

The Black Dawn assassin walking on the far left suddenly stiffened.

A tiny red dot, no bigger than a pinhole, suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, before any blood could even flow out.

At that moment, the bone needle, carrying the life force in his mind, pierced through the back of his head and turned towards the next person.

Only then did the assassin's body fall straight backward like a dead tree.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you...?"

A companion nearby heard the commotion and turned around to ask what was going on, but his voice suddenly stopped.

The bone needle pierced through his open mouth, penetrating directly into the medulla oblongata.

He didn't even let out a scream before collapsing limply to the ground.

The remaining three finally realized that something was wrong.

The leader's expression changed drastically. He was about to open his mouth and shout a warning when he reached for his waist, as if trying to pull something out.

But how could I possibly give him that chance?

The bone needles flickered three times in mid-air, like butterflies flitting among flowers.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three soft sounds in succession.

The remaining three Black Dawn scouts, including their leader, were all stabbed in the throat at almost the same time.

The leader's eyes were wide open, and he clutched his neck tightly with both hands, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

His body lost its support and fell straight forward.

The moment he fell, the black wooden box containing the tracking worms flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground.

My eyes narrowed, and my mental energy quickly focused.

An invisible force of energy instantly supported the wooden box that was about to fall to the ground.

The wooden box hovered less than ten centimeters off the ground for a moment before gently landing on the thick layer of fallen leaves without making a sound.

It didn't disturb the Gu worm inside.

This time, I chose not to touch that Gu worm again.

Since these Gu worms can be mass-produced or there are multiple of them, killing them is not very meaningful.

Moreover, if this Gu worm is killed, there's no guarantee that the higher-ups at Black Clan will have some special sensing methods to immediately confirm that this team has been wiped out, and thus determine my exact location.

Keeping them will actually give the enemy the illusion that the team is still tracking us, buying me more time.

"You can climb here slowly."

I looked at the black wooden box lying quietly among the pile of corpses and uttered a sentence.

Then, on a whim, I put the bone needle back into my sleeve.

Without even glancing at the five corpses, I carried Li Qing on my back and continued on my way towards the Tibetan car.

As night fell completely, the Ten Thousand Mountains revealed their most ferocious side.

Without moonlight, the dense canopy of trees completely blocked out the starlight.

It was pitch black all around, with only a few fireflies occasionally flying by, providing a faint glimmer of light.

The air became even hotter and more humid, as if you could wring water out of it.

Various unknown poisonous insects and nocturnal animals began to stir, and the forest was filled with eerie rustling sounds.

I didn't turn on the flashlight.

Because in this environment, any light source would become a sitting duck.

At this moment, I relied entirely on the enhanced vision from the cool air and my strong senses to grope my way forward in the darkness.

Li Qing was still fast asleep on my back; his breathing was weak but relatively even.

Over the next few hours, the jungle seemed to turn into a giant meat grinder.

The Black Li people had clearly gone all out, deploying a large number of scout nets in all directions leading to the outer perimeter.

Around 8 p.m., I encountered a second wave of scouts while wading through a waist-deep stream.

At that time, they were resting in the bushes on the opposite bank.