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

After I finished speaking, Lu Yan didn't say anything more, but just lowered her head and ate her dumplings silently.

This time, however, her movements were a bit lighter.

After finishing the last dumpling in my bowl, I put down my chopsticks, completely satisfied.

There was still some steam left in the pot, and the aroma of dumpling soup wafted through the room.

This gave me the illusion that "I can get through tonight peacefully."

Just as Lu Yan put down her chopsticks and was about to discuss with me how to deal with the Jiangcheng branch tomorrow, a sudden change occurred.

"Buzz—"

A piercing low-frequency shriek suddenly exploded throughout the room. I felt as if my eardrums had been pricked by a needle, and I almost dropped the bowl of noodle soup in my hand.

Lu Yan reacted even faster. Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she clutched her chest, spitting a mouthful of blood directly onto the dining table.

"Lu Yan!" I quickly helped her up.

"The array...the array's core is shattered..."

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling violently.

I turned my head sharply to look at the entrance.

At this moment, the bronze cauldron, which was taller than a person, suddenly cracked open in the middle.

The purple incense sticks that were originally inserted inside snapped off cleanly, and instead of wisps of blue smoke, black smoke billowed from the broken ends!

Looking back, the huge floor-to-ceiling window was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The golden ripples that were originally flowing on the glass instantly turned into countless golden specks of light and disappeared into the air.

Outside the window, the thick fog had turned blood red at some point.

"What a grand gesture."

I helped Lu Yan to her feet, my brows furrowed.

The fact that it could shatter the Zhengyi Daoist's Lesser Luotian Formation from a distance suggests that the magic weapons or talismans used by the opponent were of an incredibly high level.

The lights in the room began to flicker wildly, and finally went out completely with a "snap".

In the darkness, the temperature plummeted.

My breath turned into white mist, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the floor.

"Chen Yang... watch out, someone's come in."

Lu Yan pushed me away and struggled to stand firm.

She pulled several talismans from her bathrobe pocket, her fingertips trembling.

The formation was broken, and as the formation master, she suffered a severe backlash.

I didn't say anything, but silently drew my scalpel.

The room is eerily quiet now, with only the sound of our breathing.

Suddenly, a soft "click-clack" sound came from the corner of the living room.

The sound was like someone scratching a wooden floor with their fingernails.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure sitting on the sofa that had been empty.

The woman was wearing a tattered red wedding dress, her head bowed, her long black hair hanging down to her knees.

It has no feet, and its translucent body floats in mid-air.

The strangest thing was that it was holding half a dumpling that Lu Yan had just finished eating, and it was slowly stuffing it into its hair.

"A vengeful ghost from a ghost marriage...?"

After Lu Yan saw the ghostly figure clearly, she was about to throw the talisman in her hand.

"etc."

I grabbed her hand and stopped her from doing that.

The aura emanating from this ghostly figure gave me a familiar feeling.

At this moment, the red-clad ghost seemed to notice our gaze, and it stopped stuffing dumplings into its mouth.

Slowly, it raised its head.

With the red light shining in from outside the window, I could vaguely see some blurry images.

It doesn't have a face at all!

Beneath its hair was a tightly sewn-up piece of skin, with countless stitches covering the areas that originally belonged to the facial features, like a centipede.

Where the eyes should have been, there were only two bloody holes, staring intently in my direction.

Or rather, it was staring at the scalpel in my hand.

"The work of a corpse stitcher."

I finally realized where that familiar feeling came from. This thing wasn't a naturally evil creature at all; it was a monster forcibly sewn together using evil magic.

The next second, the red-clad ghostly figure let out a shrill scream, its body transforming into a streak of red light as it charged straight toward us.

"Five Thunderbolts Incantation! So be it!"

Lu Yan reacted faster than me. She forcefully activated her magic power, and a talisman was thrown out, turning into a ball of lightning that struck the red light.

"boom!"

The lightning crackled, and the red-clad ghost was blasted back several meters.

But it seemed completely unharmed; instead, it was aroused to be ferocious!

Two thick streams of deathly aura suddenly spewed out from its two bloody holes, instantly filling the entire living room.

I felt my vision blurring, and the furniture around me was twisting and deforming.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Countless sharp laughs rang in my ears, like countless steel needles drilling into my brain.

"It's an illusion! Chen Yang, guard your mind!" Lu Yan shouted.

I snorted coldly.

I have a lot of experience dealing with this kind of ear-piercing noise.

This level of illusion is far inferior to the overwhelming desire brought about by the Demon-Slaying Technique.

I closed my eyes and felt the slight chill in the air.

A malevolent aura protects the body.

Although the malevolent energy within me has not yet returned to its peak, it has become unusually active in this extremely oppressive environment.

I could feel the red-clad ghostly figure spinning rapidly around us, searching for a fatal blow.

left.

I opened my eyes abruptly, and the scalpel in my hand slashed out.

"puff!"

The blade sliced ​​through the deathly aura, leaving behind a trail of dark green liquid.

The red-clad ghostly figure let out a miserable scream and revealed its form.

I cut a large gash in its shoulder, but there was no blood at the wound; only countless black threads were writhing frantically, trying to heal the wound.

"Director Lu, the core of this thing is sewn together with corpse thread."

Its weakness lies in its seams; talismans, with their wide-area attacks, aren't very effective against it; swords and blades are needed.

I reminded him in a deep voice.

Lu Yan gritted her teeth and ripped off the hem of her cumbersome nightgown, revealing her long, powerful legs.

Then, she pulled a peach wood short sword from a box on the display shelf, the blade of which was engraved with thunder patterns.

"You should have said so earlier!"

Although she was injured, she was, after all, a disciple of the orthodox Taoist sect with profound knowledge and skills.

Upon hearing my suggestion, he immediately abandoned the talisman and was able to instantly produce this seemingly powerful magical artifact.

After taking down the peach wood short sword, she stepped into a magical stance, her entire body transforming into a blur. The peach wood sword in her hand, carrying a faint crackle of lightning, precisely pierced the ghost's throat.

The ghostly figure was not to be outdone; its pale fingernails grew larger and began to wave wildly.

In an instant, golden lightning and blood-red death energy collided wildly in the narrow living room.

Instead of rushing up to fight, I stepped aside and stared intently at the ceiling.

Something was off about the noise there; I keenly caught a whiff of something unusual.

My hearing has been exceptional since I was a child; I've never misheard anything in my life.

It seems that the red-clad ghost was just a decoy.

But the real killer move hasn't been made yet.

Sure enough, just as Lu Yan pierced the ghost's chest with her sword, a large hole suddenly appeared in the ceiling.

A large, bluish-black hand, reeking of corpses, suddenly grabbed at Lu Yan's head!