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

Finally, it was exactly midnight.

The hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM) is the time of day when Yin energy is at its strongest and Yin and Yang are in transition.

Qingyunzi, who had been sitting in a campervan in the distance with his eyes closed, came out surrounded by several of his disciples.

He had changed into a brand new apricot-yellow Taoist robe, wore a nine-ridged Taoist headscarf, and held a peach wood sword that looked quite old in his hand.

He looked very imposing.

He strode forward to the magnificent altar.

First, he washed his hands and burned incense. Then, he picked up a stack of yellow paper covered with cinnabar runes from the table and threw it into the air.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may the Supreme Lord Laozi command with utmost urgency!"

Qingyunzi muttered incantations, his voice echoing loudly in the night sky.

He brandished his peach wood sword, performing several beautiful sword flourishes in mid-air, tearing apart the falling talismans one by one.

The talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air without wind, turning into clusters of flames that illuminated the area around the altar.

The entire process was smooth and captivating, drawing nods of approval from Boss Wang in the distance, as if he could already see hope for the construction site to return to peace.

However, in the next second, Qingyunzi's actions pushed things to the brink of getting out of control.

He put down the peach wood sword, suddenly turned around, picked up the large bowl of black dog blood on the altar with both hands, and strode to the edge of the abandoned foundation pit.

Without the slightest hesitation, he poured the entire bowl of black dog blood into the pit!

Upon seeing this, Li Qing, who was standing next to me, suddenly changed his expression.

"not good!"

Li Qing said in a low voice, his brows furrowing instantly.

"That old bastard's asking for it!"

"What's wrong?"

Jin Wanliang was startled by Li Qing's reaction and quickly lowered his voice to ask.

"There's something buried in that foundation pit, and the yin energy underneath is extremely dense."

Li Qing stared intently ahead, explaining rapidly.

"Black dog blood is extremely masculine and vigorous."

By directly pouring a whole bowl of pure yang blood into the extremely yin array eye, he was essentially pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pot!

It would be a miracle if the camp didn't explode!

As soon as Li Qing finished speaking, as if to confirm his judgment, a sudden change occurred at the originally peaceful construction site!

"call--!"

A sudden gust of wind swept out from the depths of the foundation pit without warning.

This gust of wind carried a chilling, bone-deep cold.

The moment the wind blew across the ground, a layer of ghastly white frost condensed on the surface of the scattered soil and gravel at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in just a few seconds, and even the air we exhaled turned into thick white fog.

Accompanied by this chilling, howling wind, a series of piercing screams echoed from the bottom of the foundation pit.

The voice was sharp, venomous, and pierced the eardrums.

It sent chills down one's spine and made one's heart ache.

In the distance, Boss Lei's bodyguards drew their batons and retreated in fear.

Mr. Wang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he could barely walk.

However, to my surprise, Qingyunzi, who was standing at the center of the storm, did not run away in terror like an ordinary charlatan when faced with this sudden and terrifying phenomenon.

Although his face was pale and his Taoist robe was fluttering in the cold wind, he managed to keep his balance and stood still without taking a single step back.

This composure made me think more highly of him.

Qingyunzi put down the empty bowl in his hand, quickly turned around, and began to fiddle with the soul-summoning objects on the second level of the altar.

He lit the three long black incense sticks, bit his middle finger, and dripped his blood into the bone bowl.

Then, he picked up the black wooden tablet with both hands and began to chant a difficult-to-understand incantation quickly.

As he chanted, the wisps of smoke from the three long incense sticks quickly gathered towards the bone bowl.

As Qingyunzi cast his spell, a figure actually slowly emerged from the green smoke!

That was a ghost.

But it was different from the hideous, black-glowing demons I had seen before.

The ghost's soul was very solid, with a faint bluish-gray hue.

It was wearing a somewhat worn-out long robe, and although its face was blurry, its posture was upright.

Most importantly, I didn't sense any malevolent aura or the venomous resentment typical of vengeful ghosts from this one.

What it emitted was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, similar to that of someone who has absorbed incense or spiritual energy for many years.

Ordinary people, including Boss Lei and Boss Wang, are of mortal appearance and naturally cannot see this ghost.

In their view, Qingyunzi was just chanting incantations into thin air.

But in Li Qing's and my eyes, this old guy is definitely something.

This ghost was clearly not an ordinary wandering spirit, but a spirit that he had nurtured at great expense or subdued through some unorthodox means.

This must be the real reason why he dared to take on this job.

After the ghost in the long robe appeared, it first turned its head to look at the foundation pit where the wind was howling.

Its soul trembled slightly, seemingly very wary of what lay beneath it.

Qingyunzi put down the memorial tablet, approached the ghost, lowered his voice, and quietly spoke a few words to it.

Because of the distance and the interference of the wind, I couldn't hear what they were saying.

But judging from Qingyunzi's gestures, he seemed to be promising some kind of benefit.

Or perhaps he was using the power of the contract to command this somewhat powerful ghost to go down into the pit to investigate the situation, or even resolve the trouble.

The ghost in the long robe hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

It turned around and walked a few steps to the edge of the foundation pit.

After taking a deep breath, its entire soul slowly sank down and disappeared into the pit that was constantly surging with cold ripples.

"That old bastard actually kept a Qingfeng as a pet."

Li Qing, having grasped the situation, relaxed his brow slightly.

"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant."

This Qingfeng looks to have at least a dozen years of cultivation, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary wandering ghosts.

However, with just this one, it's probably still unlikely to be able to handle what's down there.

I didn't say anything, I just stared quietly at the foundation pit.

The evil core within my body has begun to slowly rotate, ready to deal with any unforeseen events that may occur.

Time passed second by second.

One minute... one and a half minutes...

Apart from the howling wind and the biting cold, there was no other movement in the foundation pit.

Qingyunzi stood before the altar, his forehead already covered in beads of sweat.

He stared intently at the pit opening, his hands gripping the edge of the altar tightly, seemingly somewhat nervous.

Just as the two minutes were about to expire, another unexpected event occurred!