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

Li Qing was lounging on the long sofa in a relaxed, unladylike pose, grabbing a cushion from the coffee table and placing it under his lower back.

Upon hearing that there was noodles to eat, he immediately perked up and waved his hand at Old Jin without any hesitation:

"Old Jin, put more dark soy sauce and chili oil in my bowl."

Also, remember to add two extra fried eggs for me.

I stood in the wind at the construction site for half a day, I need to replenish my energy.

"All you ever do is eat fried eggs. You'll get fatter and fatter sooner or later."

Jin Wanliang laughed and cursed, then turned to look at me.

I smiled and said, "Old Jin, I'll just do it normally. Thank you for your hard work."

"Alright, you two gentlemen, just a moment, the noodles will be ready soon."

Jin Wanliang responded and quickly went down the stairs to the kitchen.

Only Li Qing and I remained in the living room.

I walked to the drawing table by the window, which I usually use for drinking tea, and sat down, turning on the table lamp on the table.

Soft, warm yellow light poured down, dispelling the surrounding gloom.

Then, I laid the black knife that I had been holding flat on the large table and began to examine the weapon carefully under the light.

Previously, at the bottom of the well, due to the dim light and the tight environment, I hadn't had a chance to take a good look at it.

Now, under the bright light, a closer look reveals that the knife's construction is indeed very sophisticated.

The knife is about 1.1 meters long, with a straight blade and only a slight curve at the tip.

Its jet-black blade surface is not completely smooth, but rather faintly covered with a very fine, dark forging pattern resembling water ripples.

The most peculiar thing is that no matter how directly the lamplight shines on it, the blade of this knife looks like a bottomless black hole.

Not even the slightest bit of reflection will be visible.

The handle is carved from some kind of fine, unidentified wood, with rings of animal hide, darkened by the passage of time, wrapped around its surface for grip.

It feels substantial in your hand, and the cool, comfortable touch is very pleasant.

Just as I followed the graceful curve of the blade all the way to the tip, Li Qing, who had been slumped on the sofa, suddenly got up.

He strolled over in his slippers, braced his arms on the edge of the easel, and leaned his head closer.

His gaze was fixed on the black knife in front of me, and he spoke at the same time:

"Is this the talisman you retrieved from that mass grave at the bottom of the well?"

I nodded and calmly replied, "Yes, that's it."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing's curiosity was immediately piqued.

He leaned forward with all his might, almost touching the tip of his nose to the blade.

Then, he sniffed along the blade, his eyebrows instantly furrowing into a knot, and smacked his lips as he said:

"Such heavy yin energy!"

"Putting this thing here is like placing a block of ice; the surrounding temperature drops several degrees."

I glanced at him with amusement and said, "Isn't that obvious?"

The bottom of that well holds hundreds, even thousands, of skeletons. The accumulated yin energy and resentment over the years—at least half of it was absorbed and stored as essence by this blade. How could it not be heavy?

Li Qing pursed his lips, waved his hand casually, and said:

"Get out of here! Stop trying to disgust me with those kinds of words. What 'essence'? It's awful!"

As he spoke, his gaze never left the dark blade, his eyes gleaming with the fervor and curiosity typical of a feng shui master upon seeing a top-tier magical artifact.

He rubbed his hands together like a child who had seen a favorite toy and said:

"But seriously, Chen Yang, this knife is definitely a top-notch item that comes along only once in a century."

Looking at its material and construction, and the fierce energy that has been accumulating for hundreds of years, I'm itching to get my hands on it.

"How about it? Shall I pick it up and try it out?"

Upon hearing this, my heart stirred slightly.

Although this knife had become completely obedient after my forceful suppression at the bottom of the well.

But Li Qing...

Moreover, this guy is a genuine, orthodox geomancer, his aura is full of Taoist energy, making him a natural adversary to this malevolent weapon filled with yin energy.

However, seeing Li Qing's eager look, almost reaching out his hand, I didn't refuse him or remind him that the knife had a bad temper.

I simply leaned back slightly in my chair, crossed my arms, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Then, in his usual calm tone, he uttered a few words:

"Sure, go ahead and try it."

After receiving my approval, Li Qing's face immediately lit up with joy.

He first pulled up his sleeves, then took a deep breath and slowly extended his right hand toward the black knife handle on the drawing table.

I'm going to pick it up and play with it a bit.

However, just as Li Qing's fingers were less than two centimeters from the hilt of the knife, and he was about to grasp it, he suddenly...

The black knife, which had been lying quietly on the mahogany painting table, suddenly seemed to have grown eyes.

Its hilt suddenly slid sideways, dodging Li Qing's outstretched hand with remarkable precision and uncanny speed.

Li Qing's grab came to nothing, and his expression froze instantly.

He was clearly taken aback by what he saw.

Before he could ask a question, the black knife suddenly emitted an extremely piercing, high-pitched tremor.

Immediately afterwards, the entire blade, which was over a meter long, rose directly from the painting table and hovered in mid-air about half a meter above the table.

At the same time, a chilling, bloodthirsty dark red light instantly shone from the edge of the blade.

A surge of bloodthirsty aura, carrying a strong warning, erupted from within the blade.

Its blade tip tilted slightly, aiming directly at Li Qing, who was standing in front of the painting table.

It was as if if he dared to extend it even an inch further, the knife would strike without hesitation.

Holy crap!

Li Qing was so startled by this sudden turn of events that he let out a strange cry.

He reacted like an old cat that had been electrocuted, leaping back more than two meters and nearly knocking over the coffee table behind him.

Seeing the black blade hovering in the air, baring its teeth and glowing red as it faced Li Qing, I stopped watching the show.

Because I know that although this weapon has recognized its master, its inherent malevolence remains.

If it were to actually unleash its blade of light on Li Qing, although Li Qing would be able to block it, it would still create a complete mess.

Don't tear down all the painting tables and sofas on the third floor later.

Having anticipated this, I reached out a hand and grabbed the black hilt of the knife that was floating in mid-air.

At the same time, the moment my palm touched the hilt of the knife, the jade-colored baleful energy within my body slightly shifted and flowed into the blade through my palm.

With just this simple movement, the black-clad man, who was just moments before filled with murderous intent and ready to strike, instantly became like a cat whose fate had been seized by the scruff of its neck.