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

At the same time, a very pure and cool aura appeared out of nowhere and flowed into my forehead.

I closed my eyes and felt the cool aura spreading through my mind, instantly soothing the slight irritability that occasionally arose from cultivating evil energy.

"Not bad, tonight is a good start."

I smiled, carefully put the bone needles away, and turned to walk out of the dark alley.

The night in Jiangcheng is still long. In order to complete the next stage of the self-sewage technique, I need to find a few more "clients" like this.

After dealing with the wandering spirit of the boy with the broken leg, I stood at the entrance of the alley.

Feeling the newly arrived cool breath between my brows, I exhaled a satisfied breath.

I'm in great shape tonight.

Having experienced the intense life-or-death struggle in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, returning to this slow-paced daily life as a "corpse stitcher" has brought an unprecedented sense of tranquility to my mind.

I sat back in the driver's seat of the Toyota Prado and glanced at the time on the dashboard; it was just past 11 p.m.

Although you can occasionally encounter a few wandering souls of the unjustly killed at the crossroads in the old town, most of them are those whose obsessions have not yet been quelled.

It's completely unrelated to my major.

To accumulate enough cool energy to suppress the risk of going astray in the next stage of "Sewing Self Technique", I need to go to a place in Jiangcheng with heavier yin energy.

After thinking for a moment, I turned the steering wheel and drove towards Beishan Cemetery in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

That place is different from the West City Cemetery where Lin Yue is buried. It was built in earlier years and no longer accepts new graves.

Moreover, its geographical location is more remote and its popularity is even lower.

On the ring road late at night, there were hardly any other cars to be seen.

More than half an hour later, I parked my car on a dirt road about one kilometer away from Beishan Cemetery.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and there aren't even streetlights.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall, and the night wind rustled through them.

I got out of the car and put the car keys in my pocket.

My right hand instinctively touched my lower back to make sure the four scalpels were securely sheathed before I started walking.

Following a path worn into the ground, we walked unhurriedly toward the wasteland surrounding the cemetery.

In places like cemeteries, besides the souls who peacefully rest in the graves, the surrounding desolate mountains and wilderness often gather many unclaimed, lonely souls.

I gently activated the cool aura lingering between my eyebrows, instantly amplifying my five senses.

The flow of yin energy around me, invisible to ordinary people, became clearly visible to me.

After walking for about ten minutes in the direction where the yin energy was strongest, I stopped in front of a hollow area overgrown with tangled trees.

In the center of the depression, a somewhat ethereal shadow drifted.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties.

He was wearing a tattered gray jacket. Although his soul was intact, there was a deep, black wound that exposed bone from his left shoulder to his chest.

A faint but extremely stubborn chaotic aura clung to the wound, preventing the surrounding yin energy from repairing the soul.

This is a typical special injury, similar in nature to that one-armed wandering spirit.

Judging from the shape of the wound and the lingering aura, this middle-aged wandering spirit was most likely injured by some kind of magical artifact or a weapon imbued with malevolence.

Because of the residual magical energy fluctuations on his wounds, his soul could not be restored, and he could only wander painfully in this wasteland, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

He seemed to be in great pain, clutching the wound on his chest with both hands, and letting out hoarse growls.

Sensing my approach, the middle-aged wandering spirit suddenly turned his head.

His gray-white eyes, devoid of pupils, stared intently at me.

Seemingly sensing instinctively that I was not someone to be trifled with, he subconsciously tried to back away.

"Don't hide, I'm here to help you."

I stood at the edge of the depression and said softly.

At the same time, I released a wisp of the malevolent energy from my dantian.

With a jade-like luster and a faint dragon's aura, it formed a thin film in the night, enveloping this depression.

Sensing the immense yet not violent pressure, the middle-aged wandering spirit stopped retreating.

Subsequently, the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of confusion and submission.

I slowly walked down the depression, came to him, and took out the black bone needle from my inner pocket.

"There's a lot of residual gas on the wound, so it might be a little uncomfortable when it's being removed. Just bear with it for a bit."

I was like a doctor comforting a patient at the operating table, offering a word of advice.

Then, I forced out a wisp of malevolent energy from my fingertip, which passed through the tiny puncture hole of the bone needle.

With a flick of his wrist, the bone needle, carrying a sliver of jade-colored light, pierced precisely into the edge of the charred wound on his left shoulder.

Suturing this special type of wound is slightly more complicated than suturing a causal wound.

I need to use my own malevolent energy, like peeling an onion, to scrape away the messy magical power clinging to his wound little by little, and then guide the yin energy to stitch it up.

The bone needles moved across his soul, and I focused intently on controlling the output of the evil energy.

The moment that jade-colored malevolent aura touched the charred wound, it was like a scalding blade cutting into butter.

After emitting an extremely faint "hissing" sound, it quickly dissolved the impurities.

The whole process lasted nearly ten minutes.

When the last trace of impurity was completely eliminated, I flipped my wrist and, using the malevolent energy as a thread, perfectly stitched together the terrifying crack in his chest.

The surrounding yin energy immediately found an outlet.

These yin energies surged wildly into his soul, completely erasing the newly stitched wound.

After doing all this, I withdrew the bone needles and took a half step back.

The middle-aged man looked down at his chest, which had returned to normal, and his previously contorted face instantly relaxed.

He didn't say anything, but he bent his knees and kowtowed heavily to me.

As he moved, his soul began to transform into soft white light, drifting into the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a cool aura, slightly larger than that of the previous wandering spirit, flowed into my forehead.

I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly.

"With these two refreshing scents as a foundation, tonight's trip wasn't in vain."

I muttered something to myself, put the bone needles away again, and prepared to turn around and leave the depression.

However, at that moment, I suddenly noticed that several light but very well-trained footsteps were rapidly approaching from the weeds less than fifty meters away from me.

I turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

By the faint starlight, I saw several figures dressed in black combat uniforms, carrying tactical flashlights, flanking me in a fan shape.