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

Feeling the ceaseless circulation of malevolent energy within my body, I stood quietly for a while, allowing my heartbeat and breathing to gradually calm down.

The success of this self-sewage technique not only significantly improved the physical strength of my arms.

More importantly, the sluggish feeling of power disconnect caused by the left arm being much stronger than the rest of the body has largely disappeared.

Even without activating the "Shattering Technique," I can now unleash a far greater power with a casual strike than before.

However, this also brought enormous costs.

Although the dragon's might suppressed the demonic sound, the cool aura was not consumed much.

But the intense mental strain and the excruciating physical pain left me feeling deeply exhausted.

I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over my body.

Looking at my slightly pale face in the mirror, I took a deep breath.

After taking a shower, I changed into a clean and comfortable set of pajamas, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I slept very soundly.

However, the next morning, while I was still half asleep, I was woken up by a loud "clanging" noise from downstairs.

The sound was like someone rummaging through drawers in the downstairs lobby, accompanied by the dull thud of a chair falling over.

I frowned slightly and got out of bed.

With Li Qing absent, Tingyuxuan is usually empty except for me and Jin Wanliang, who occasionally comes to visit.

Could it be that a thief has broken in?

But in Jiangcheng, what petty thief would dare to cause trouble in the territory protected by Jin Wanliang?

I casually threw on a coat, slipped on my slippers, and slowly walked down the stairs.

As soon as I reached the corner on the second floor, I saw the "culprit" causing trouble in the lobby on the first floor.

It was actually Li Qing!

He was still wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown from the First Municipal Hospital, and a pair of plastic slippers on his feet. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

At that moment, he was bent over, rummaging through the cabinet behind the bar on the first floor, muttering curses under his breath.

"What the hell? I remember there were two bags of potato chips hidden here before, how come they're all gone?"

Could it have been stolen and eaten by that fat old man, Jin?

Seeing his energetic appearance, I shook my head helplessly and went down the stairs.

"Don't bother looking for them. Those two bags of potato chips expired two weeks ago. I had the cleaning lady throw them away when she was cleaning."

I walked to the edge of the tea plantation and sat down, looking at him calmly.

Upon hearing my voice, Li Qing suddenly straightened up.

He turned to look at me, chuckled, and unceremoniously pulled out a chair next to me and sat down.

"Oh my, busy man Chen is awake."

He looked me up and down, seemingly noticing the change in my aura, and raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk tsk, after not seeing you for one night, I feel that dangerous aura about you has become even stronger."

"What, have you been secretly practicing some unparalleled martial arts skill behind my back?"

I ignored his teasing and picked up the teapot to boil water and prepare to make tea.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to rest in the hospital for a few months?"

I looked at his wrinkled hospital gown and asked, somewhat amused.

"You've only been awake for three days at most, how come you've already run out?"

"Didn't the folklore bureau keep an eye on you?"

Screw the doctor!

Upon hearing this, Li Qing rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Besides, who am I? A descendant of a geomancer!"

I want to leave. Do those two wooden stakes that Director Lu sent out really think they can stop me?

I just drew a simple sleight of hand and slipped away.

As he spoke, he irritably scratched his messy hair.

"How could I not know my own body?"

Although the meridians are still a bit fragile, normal walking is no longer a problem.

Besides, lying in that lousy hospital every day, my mouth must be so bland!

Li Qing slammed his fist on the table and poured out his grievances.

"They won't let us eat this or that, and every meal is just plain porridge with vegetables, not even a speck of oil in sight."

Old Jin's son is so stubborn. The doctor said not to bring it, and he really didn't bring me any roast chicken!

I'm practically starving to death!

Looking at his starving, reincarnated appearance, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"So what are you planning to eat after coming all this way back?"

I pushed the washed teacup in front of him and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"I want to eat KFC!"

Li Qing announced loudly.

"Two family buckets! One for me! Nobody can take them from me!"

He muttered to himself as he eagerly pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the food delivery app.

His fingers flew across the screen while he muttered something under his breath:

"Four pairs of spicy chicken wings, please... triangular pieces of original recipe chicken... and two large Cokes, with ice!"

Looking at his obsessive, nerdy attitude towards junk food, I shook my head helplessly.

However, I didn't stop him.

We're all adults; we should take responsibility for our own bodies.

I picked up the teacup, gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water, and took a sip.

While I was having tea, the figure on the cliff in southern Xinjiang suddenly popped into my mind.

"By the way, Li Qing."

I put down my teacup, looked at Li Qing, and asked:

There's something I've been meaning to ask you.

That day in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, when you were being chased by the Black Li people... how did you end up with Jiang Ling?

This problem has indeed bothered me for a long time.

Li Qing was taken aback by my question. She looked up from her phone screen and stared at me with a puzzled expression.

Who is Jiang Ling?

He blinked, seemingly quite unfamiliar with the name.

"That's the girl who stood back to back with you on the cliff that day."

Upon hearing my description, Li Qing suddenly realized and slapped his thigh.

"Oh! So her name is Jiang Ling!"

Li Qing pursed his lips, looking like he'd just learned something new.

His reaction surprised me even more.

"You don't even know their name?"

I looked at him, a strange look in my eyes.

"So how did you two... end up together?"

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qing nearly spat out the tea he had just drunk.

He glared at me irritably: "Chen Yang, you usually seem quite serious, why do you speak so rudely?"

What does "getting together" mean?

I'm a respectable man, those are comrades-in-arms! They're like strangers who have become sworn brothers!

I smiled and didn't refute him, but simply made a "please begin your performance" gesture.

Li Qing cleared his throat, his playful expression vanishing, and his demeanor became slightly serious.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and began to recount the details of what happened that day in the heart of southern Xinjiang.

"Actually, the situation that day was extremely dangerous."

Li Qing frowned slightly as he recalled the scene.