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

His steps were so light that they made almost no sound as he walked.

If it weren't for my keen senses, I wouldn't have been able to detect his movement at all.

Soon, the person stopped on the other side of the security door, just one door away from me.

It seems he was fooled by my feigned "clumsy" movements.

They wanted to take advantage of my focus on picking the lock, and the moment I pushed the door open, they planned to launch a deadly sneak attack from behind.

However, this is exactly the result I wanted.

After he had completely reached the door and his breathing had stabilized, I did not immediately turn the lock.

Instead, he maintained that slow, deliberate lock-picking posture, his fingers gripping the bone needle, casually fiddling with the keyhole, making soft, rattling sounds.

I stood outside the door, giving him a full two minutes to prepare.

In those two minutes, I could clearly feel that although the person behind the door was still breathing heavily, their heart rate was slowly increasing.

This is a physiological reaction that occurs instinctively in a person when they are under high tension and focused on preparing to attack.

He might be clutching some kind of poisoned hidden weapon in his hand, or he might be condensing a deadly spell in his palm, just waiting for the moment the door opens.

During those two minutes, I wasn't idle either.

I stood there seemingly casually, but in reality, I had silently and effortlessly pushed the power of the Mountain-Shaking Force to its limit.

Within my dantian, the evil energy was slowly rotating at a specific frequency, ready to deliver its immense evil energy to my limbs and bones at any time.

I have made thorough preparations, and whatever awaits me behind the door, I am confident that it will not be able to truly harm me.

I felt that the time was almost up, and the person behind the door should be ready by now.

I applied slight pressure to the fingers holding the bone needle.

"Click".

A crisp mechanical clicking sound echoed in the hallway.

I slowly turned the lock cylinder.

With a soft creak, I slowly pushed the dark red security door open a crack from the outside.

Just as the crack in the door widened, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept in from the shadows behind the door.

The opponent moved very quickly, without any unnecessary probing; their attack was aimed at taking lives.

In the dim light of the hallway, I clearly saw a cold, sharp glint heading straight for my throat.

It was a peculiarly shaped short blade with a faint blue glow on its edge, clearly coated with some kind of deadly poison.

This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

If an ordinary person were standing outside the door right now, even a skilled martial artist, they would absolutely not be able to avoid this deadly sneak attack if they were caught completely off guard.

But I am not an ordinary person.

Faced with this decisive and ruthless fatal blow, I merely turned my head slightly, narrowly avoiding the cold glint aimed at my throat.

At the same time, my free left hand quickly reached out, and my index and middle fingers precisely pinched the blade of the short sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp, metallic twang echoed in the narrow entryway.

The short blade, imbued with internal energy, was stuck between my two fingers like it was cast into cement, unable to advance even an inch further.

It wasn't until the moment we started fighting that I could finally see the faces of the people inside the room.

This is a grown man, very muscular, wearing a dark jacket and a black baseball cap on his head.

Furthermore, most of his face was covered by a thick medical mask, revealing only a pair of fierce-looking eyes.

Judging from his fully armed appearance, he clearly came prepared.

However, in that moment of close combat, I also completely figured out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

Although this person knew how to conceal his aura, and his previous thrust had carried considerable internal energy, he could be considered an insider who had been on the path of cultivation for quite some time.

However, his actual strength is not that great.

Not to mention comparing him to those Dan Realm experts, he was even a step behind Black Grandpa, the local bully of Luohua Town back then.

In my current state, such strength is simply not enough to compare.

Seeing that his long-planned and sure-fire deadly sneak attack had been easily caught by me with just two fingers, a clear look of astonishment flashed across the man in the baseball cap's eyes.

He probably didn't expect that this young man, who was slowly picking the lock outside the door and acting like an ordinary petty thief, would have such terrifying skills and reaction speed.

He suddenly exerted force with his arm gripping the hilt, trying to pull the short blade back from between my fingers.

But the force in my fingers was like an iron clamp, and they didn't budge.

As someone who has survived numerous life-or-death battles, I have a very keen sense of the changes in the enemy's emotions and momentum during battle.

In that brief standoff, I could clearly sense that the man in the baseball cap was rapidly losing his initial fierce aura.

He seems to be an experienced veteran.

After missing his first attack, he immediately realized the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

I knew perfectly well that he was probably planning to abandon the attack and prepare to run away.

Sure enough, the next second, the man in the baseball cap decisively released his grip on the knife hilt, abandoning the poisoned short blade.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a low, muffled roar, and his internal energy exploded instantly.

Using the recoil from letting go, he took a sudden step forward.

That massive body was like an enraged bull, swinging its fist, as big as a sandbag, with a sharp whooshing sound as it came straight at my face.

This time, he used pure physical techniques.

Although his internal energy wasn't top-tier, combined with his exceptionally robust physique, it made his punch appear powerful, heavy, and awe-inspiring.

If that punch landed squarely, even a slab of bluestone would probably get a dent.

Seeing this fierce punch, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

If I were to truly harbor murderous intent now, I could crush his fist bones in an instant, or even behead him, simply by slightly activating the evil core in my dantian or exerting a little force in my left arm.

With the limited strength he's shown, he wouldn't even last a single move against me now.

How could we possibly give him so many opportunities to perform?

However, I did not choose to do that.

When I stood at the door just now, my idea was to play the long game and catch a big fish.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come up with so many fancy and complicated operations.

Old Zhang's fate is currently unknown, and his whereabouts are unclear.

If I were to pin this person down to death or severely injure them right here...

If he's a tough nut to crack and refuses to say anything, then the trail will be completely broken.

Only by letting him escape alive can I follow the clues to find Lao Zhang's whereabouts and even uncover the real mastermind behind this incident.