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

Not only did the bloodthirsty red light on the blade completely disappear without a trace, but the blade itself also stopped trembling.

It obediently landed back in my palm, letting me handle it as I pleased.

I held the knife in one hand, turned around, and looked at Li Qing, who was still standing two meters away with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, with a smile on my face.

Li Qing stared wide-eyed at the black knife in my hand, which had become incredibly docile, then looked at me, his face filled with shock.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, then pointed at the knife and screamed:

"This...this broken knife actually has such a spiritual quality?!"

It won't even let anyone touch it, and it even dodges and hangs in mid-air on its own?

This is no ordinary magical artifact; it's on the verge of giving birth to a true artifact spirit!

Seeing Li Qing's frightened expression, I couldn't help but smile and nodded with a smile.

Then, as I casually put the black knife back on the drawing table, I briefly recounted to him what had happened at the bottom of the well.

Of course, to save face for a certain geomancer's successor, I will keep my explanation brief.

The key point is that after I completely subdued this knife, its unruly spirit chose to acknowledge me as its master, which is why it rejected the aura of anyone else besides me.

Li Qing stood still and listened quietly to my story.

As I finished speaking, the shock in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sudden realization.

Immediately afterwards, his face, which had been showing some fear, darkened.

He stared into my eyes for a while, then suddenly lunged forward, leaping over the painting table and grabbing my neck.

Then, he clamped my head between his arms, swinging it back and forth in mid-air while gritting his teeth and yelling:

"You little rascal, Chen Yang! How did you become so wicked!"

You know perfectly well that this knife has already been subdued and recognized by you, yet you're still so temperamental and xenophobic. Just now, when I asked if I could try it, you agreed so readily!

Li Qing tightened her grip on my neck, angrily questioning me:

"Tell me! Were you deliberately holding back some mischief, just waiting to see me reach out and get slashed by a knife, and get scared out of my wits?"

You're really cunning now, kid. Confess the truth right now!

Although he was shaking me around by the neck, I still answered with a hint of innocence in my voice:

"Heaven and earth bear witness, Master Li, the great feng shui master."

Just now, you were the one who looked at the knife with amusement and insisted that you wanted to pick it up and try it out.

I'm not respecting your professional abilities as a successor of a geomancer, thinking you can suppress it with your aura.

How can you say it's intentional, just to make you look bad?

"Bullshit! You're definitely doing this on purpose!"

The look in your eyes when you leaned back in your chair just now... it just doesn't feel right to me!"

Li Qing wouldn't listen to my explanation at all and continued to hold me tightly, as if she wouldn't give up until she forced me to admit it.

Just as we were playfully pulling and tugging at the painting table, a fragrant aroma wafted from the stairwell.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Wanliang carried a huge stainless steel tray and walked up the stairs.

I looked up and saw three large celadon bowls steaming hot on the tray.

As soon as Jin Wanliang went upstairs, he saw Li Qing tightly gripping my neck with his arm, the two of them tangled together.

He paused for a moment, then placed the tray steadily on the coffee table, and joked with a smile:

"Hey, I've only been downstairs cooking some noodles for a short while, what's wrong with you two brothers?"

Could it be that they fought over the treasure brought up from the bottom of the well because of a dispute over the spoils?

Quickly relax, the noodles are fresh out of the pot and still hot.

"If you keep strangling him, Brother Chen won't be taken away by the vengeful spirit in the well; you'll strangle him to death first."

Hearing that there would be noodles to eat, Li Qing reluctantly released my neck.

He pointed at me, then at the black knife on the painting table, and accused Jin Wanliang:

"Old Jin, you be the judge."

This kid is getting worse and worse. The black knife he just brought up has clearly recognized him as its master and has a terrible temper.

He wouldn't tell me, and he just watched me go to get it, almost letting that damn knife cut off my eyebrows!

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang first glanced at the black knife on the painting table, then at my innocent-looking face, and immediately understood what was going on.

He chuckled and casually pushed a large bowl, thickly covered with chili oil and topped with two tempting golden poached eggs, in front of Li Qing, trying to smooth things over:

"Alright, alright, my dear Li the Immortal."

You know Chen's temper; he was just making a harmless little joke at your expense.

Come on, come on, have some noodles! Two poached eggs—it'll definitely make up for all the fright and losses you suffered at the construction site!

Looking at the fragrant bowl of soup noodles, Li Qing immediately forgot all his previous "hatred".

He grabbed his chopsticks, ignoring the heat, and took a big bite of a poached egg.

While chewing indistinctly, he mumbled something to me:

"Consider yourself lucky, kid. For the sake of those two fried eggs Old Jin gave you, Master will keep track of this debt for you today and come back to settle it with you next time."

I smiled, shook my head, and walked to the single seat opposite the sofa and sat down.

Then, I picked up my bowl of noodles, took out my chopsticks, and put a mouthful of steaming noodles into my mouth.

The warm soup and noodles went down my throat and instantly dispelled the fatigue from the night's ordeal.

For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were the soft slurping of noodles and the occasional gusts of night breeze blowing in from outside the window.

After finishing three large bowls of steaming hot beef noodles, all three of us broke out in a fine layer of sweat.

The chilling aura that had settled deep in the well was completely dispelled by this warm, human atmosphere.

After eating and drinking his fill, Jin Wanliang let out a long yawn, tears welling up in his eyes.

He stood up, tidying up the empty bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table as he waved his hand and said:

"No, time waits for no one."

My old bones can't take it anymore, I need to go get some sleep.

The final payment from Boss Wang should arrive by tomorrow morning. I'll transfer your share directly to your card then.

I'm going home to sleep now. You two brothers should get some rest too.

"Okay, Lao Jin, take it easy," I replied.

Jin Wan carried the trays on both ends and swayed as he went downstairs.

The living room fell silent again.

I was leaning back on the sofa, just about to get up to wash up and rest, when Li Qing, who was sitting opposite me, wiped his mouth and stood up before me.

He looked up at the vintage wall clock; the hour hand had just passed a little while ago.

For a seasoned otaku like him who spends his days playing video games and cultivating immortality, this is just the beginning of his nightlife.

Li Qing strolled over to the drawing table, his eyes burning as he stared at the black knife lying quietly. He turned to me, raised an eyebrow, and suggested:

"Chen Yang, it's still early, only a little past one o'clock."

Now that you've subdued this knife, wouldn't it be a waste to leave it here as a decoration?

"How about we find a more open space and test the quality of this thing?"