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

The hand was huge, each finger like a small tree, and the fingernails were covered with dense incantations.

"Be careful!"

I didn't have time to explain; I just lunged at her and knocked Lu Yan away.

"Bang!"

After knocking Lu Yan aside, the large hand missed its target, but its momentum did not diminish.

A large hand landed on the marble dining table, instantly crushing the heavy table into powder.

At the same time, the threads on the red ghostly figure that Lu Yan had pierced also broke apart inch by inch.

Moments later, it vanished into nothingness.

I rolled around on the ground with Lu Yan in my arms a few times to create some distance between us.

"What is that?"

Lu Yan stared at the ceiling, still shaken.

Then, a huge head emerged from a crack in the ceiling.

The head was the size of a washbasin, without skin, only bloody muscle, and its two eyes emitted a ghostly green light.

"roar--"

It let out a low growl, and the entire apartment building seemed to tremble.

"Mountain-Moving Warrior... no, it's a corpse that has been refined by someone."

I gripped the scalpel tightly and said in a deep voice.

The Corpse Demon was mentioned in my grandfather's notes.

This thing is incredibly strong and impervious to swords and spears; it's specifically designed for breaking formations and demolishing structures.

This is a technique used by the "Sewing Corpses" lineage.

However, due to the difficulty of refining and the fact that the refining process is too harmful to nature, the refining method has been lost for nearly a hundred years.

Unexpectedly, the other party would even resort to such a sinister object for the sake of the account book.

Who exactly is behind this?

"Chen Yang, take the account book with you."

Lu Yan gave me a push, her eyes revealing a hint of determination. "I'll use my life essence to hold it off. When the people from the provincial bureau arrive, remember to hand the ledger to my mentor; she's a trustworthy person."

I looked at her, then at the huge monster on the ceiling, and shook my head.

"Director Lu, have you forgotten that besides being an embalmer, I'm also a mortician?"

I'm an expert at dealing with things that are sewn together like this.

I stood up, stretched my aching shoulders, and the malevolent energy within my body began to circulate wildly.

I glanced back at her, my eyes turning sharp.

"Help me hold its paws down for a bit. Leave the rest to me."

Lu Yan looked at me and finally nodded.

"Fine, don't blame me for not taking care of you if you die here."

I smiled and nodded in response.

After exchanging a glance, we both looked at the Corpse King without prior arrangement.

"Let's do it!"

I gave a low shout, pushed off the floor with my toes, and slid along the ground toward the huge corpse.

The corpse on the ceiling let out a thunderous roar, and its dark blue hand, with overwhelming force, slammed down on the top of my head.

"Thunderous decree: Bind!"

Lu Yan's sharp shout followed immediately!

The thunder-patterned peach wood sword in her hand erupted with an unprecedented purple light, transforming into five thick lightning bolts that tightly bound the corpse demon's giant arm.

"Sizzle—"

Lightning and death energy clashed violently, emitting pungent black smoke.

The Corpse King's power was immense; the floor beneath Lu Yan's feet instantly cracked, and she was pulled forward, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Quick! I can't hold on much longer!" she screamed hoarsely.

I didn't turn around; at that moment, all I could see was the structure of this enormous thing.

Although this corpse was powerful, a dark red light faintly flickered between its muscles.

That's its core suture point, what my grandfather often called the "gate of life".

I rolled away to dodge the deathly aura spewed out by the Corpse King, and using Lu Yan's lightning bolt as leverage, I leaped onto the Corpse King's shoulder.

The visual impact is even stronger when you look at this thing up close.

The nauseating stench of the corpse was enough to make my lungs explode.

But I saw it.

At the junction of its massive back of the head and spine, there is a black line about the thickness of a thumb that beats like a heart.

found it!

Without the slightest hesitation, I poured all the evil energy in my body into the willow-leaf knife in my right hand, and plunged it fiercely into the black line, then forcefully flicked it!

"Awooo—!!!"

The Corpse King let out a final, piercing scream!

That body, which had seemed indestructible, was as if its skeleton had been removed the moment the black line broke.

The entire body began to rapidly collapse and disintegrate.

I fell to the ground along with the corpse's collapsed body, the shock making my internal organs feel like they had shifted.

"Chen Yang!"

Lu Yan stumbled over and caught me.

She's in no better shape than I am now, her shoulders covered in tiny lightning burn marks, clearly suffering a severe backlash.

"it's over……"

I was panting heavily, and managed a weak smile.

However, before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly realized that something was wrong at the front door.

The once tightly closed front door was now open.

A person stood outside the open door.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a long, black overcoat and a pale porcelain mask with only a simple smiling face painted on it.

He didn't come in; he just stood quietly in the shadows outside the door.

But the moment he appeared, the hairs on my body stood on end.

That feeling...

The malevolent energy within me is trembling.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather like encountering a kindred spirit, causing it to boil.

I stared intently at him.

The aura emanating from him, that intense, deathly aura, was exactly the same as the aura I cultivated!

I could sense that the aura emanating from him was far more profound than mine.

A corpse stitcher?!

Could it be that this is the person who made the move tonight?

"Who?!"

At this moment, Lu Yan also noticed the figure outside the door. She suddenly held her sword horizontally in front of me, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Clearly, she also realized that the person in front of her was quite capable.

To my surprise, the masked mystery man did not attack us directly. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if he was sizing us up.

He didn't say anything, but I felt his gaze pass through Lu Yan and be fixed on me.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and made a few gestures in the air.

My pupils contracted.

That was the threader who stitched the corpse.

Only those skilled in the art of sewing corpses can condense invisible threads from malevolent energy in the void and sew them into the corpse along with the stitches.

This trick is generally used to sew up those "customers" who are extremely resentful or too scattered.

After withdrawing his hand, the mysterious man glanced at me again before slowly disappearing.

He left without attacking us.

Who exactly is this person?

I looked at the empty doorway and a sense of doubt arose in my heart.

What puzzled me was not his identity as a corpse stitcher, but his purpose in appearing here.

Although the lineage of corpse sewing masters is rare, it cannot be said that it has been completely severed apart from our Chen family.

If he were the enemy, we would already be dead.

But if he's not an enemy, then what is his purpose in being here?

And were the two evil objects that attacked me and Lu Yan made by him?