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

"Gentlemen, please don't get so angry."

I spoke calmly, as if I wasn't there to cause trouble.

"I'm the kind of person who hates trouble the most."

"I finally managed to sew up the body, and if you guys go and mess it up in the middle of the night, I'll have to sew it all up again. That's exhausting, isn't it?"

Before I could finish speaking, a thought struck me.

The evil core residing in my dantian suddenly trembled, and a vast, boundless evil energy surged out along my meridians.

At the same time, the black bone needle that I had been keeping in my pocket emitted a faint buzzing sound.

"Whoosh!"

I did not use Qi manipulation to control the bone needles to kill people, but instead activated the new ability derived from the bone needles after they devoured the mirage dragon tendons.

As the malevolent energy was poured in, two nearly transparent, thin threads instantly shot out from the end of the black bone needle—Mirage Dragon Silk.

Guided by the bone needles, the two mirage dragon threads moved at a speed in the air that was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The middle-aged boss felt a blur before his eyes.

Before his bronze short sword could even reach me, a cold, resilient thread had already wrapped around his wrist.

"What is that?!"

He was terrified and instinctively wanted to swing his short sword to cut the thread.

But he clearly underestimated the toughness of the mirage silk.

This is formed from the condensed tendons of a deep-sea monster that even my full-force strike under normal conditions couldn't sever.

With that piece of junk he had, he wasn't even qualified to leave a mark on it.

With a slight thought, the mirage dragon silk tightened instantly.

Clang!

The middle-aged boss suddenly let out a pig-like scream, and at the same time, the bones in his wrist made a cracking sound.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, he could no longer hold his weapon, and the bronze dagger fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the mirage dragon silk spread upwards, binding him tightly in place like a rice dumpling in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, the man in the baseball cap fared no better.

He had barely raised his folding knife when another strand of mirage dragon silk wrapped around his neck.

As the threads tightened, he couldn't even let out a scream.

His face instantly turned bright red, and he frantically tried to scratch the silk thread around his neck, but to no avail.

All he could do was roll his eyes and kick his legs weakly on the ground.

The entire battle, from the moment I kicked the door open to the moment the two of them were completely subdued, took less than ten seconds.

This is an absolute crushing defeat in terms of strength.

I strolled leisurely to the center of the room, pulled over a carved wooden chair, and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"Alright, now we can talk this out calmly."

I looked at the middle-aged boss, who was tied to the ground and had a deathly pale face. My tone was still so gentle, even a little friendly.

"I don't like to use violence. As long as you cooperate obediently and answer a few questions for me, I promise I won't hurt you."

How was it?

The middle-aged boss had recovered from his initial shock. He looked at me with fear and disbelief in his eyes.

He was clearly terrified by the methods I had just demonstrated.

Those invisible yet indestructible threads, along with the terrifying aura emanating from me that almost suffocated him, were completely beyond his comprehension.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, and still harbored a sliver of hope.

"Who...who are you?!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his wrist, the middle-aged boss roared, his voice sharp but his words weak.

"I'm telling you, no matter who you are, you'd better release us right now!"

The big boss behind us is someone you absolutely cannot afford to mess with!

If you dare lay a finger on us, the big boss will tear you to pieces!

"Oh? The big boss?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly, not getting angry at his threat.

I loosened the mirage silk wrapped around the man in the baseball cap's neck a little, allowing him to catch his breath.

Then, looking at the middle-aged boss, he asked in a friendly tone:

"Since you describe your boss as so impressive, why don't you tell me his name first?"

I might actually know him. We're all friends, so it's better to avoid hurting our relationship.

"You're dreaming!"

The middle-aged boss gritted his teeth and stared intently at me.

"Is the boss's identity something a brat like you should know? Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Sigh, why bother?"

I sighed softly and shook my head.

I raised my right hand and snapped my fingers.

As I moved, the mirage dragon silk wrapped around the middle-aged boss tightened instantly.

The faint hallucinogenic substances attached to the surface of the silk thread seeped silently into his body through his pores.

"ah!!!"

The middle-aged boss's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out an extremely shrill scream.

He began to convulse violently, his body trembling like a sieve, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes.

His eyes began to glaze over and become frantic, as if he were seeing something incredibly terrifying.

At the same time, he made indistinct pleas for mercy.

I sat quietly in the chair, watching him roll and struggle on the ground, my expression unchanged.

About half a minute later, I snapped my fingers to dispel the phantom poison on the mirage dragon silk.

The middle-aged boss collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat.

When he looked at me again, his eyes no longer held the toughness they had before, but were filled with deep fear.

"See, I told you I don't like to use violence, but you insisted on forcing me."

I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, looked at him, and continued to ask:

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

"My first question is, what exactly is that military tally you just mentioned? What does it look like?"

The middle-aged boss swallowed hard, his voice trembling, no longer daring to conceal anything:

"The military tally is a bronze plaque about the size of a palm."

There's a strange beast head carved on top, and several seal characters on the back that we can't understand.

That was...that was something the big boss paid a fortune to have us dig out of a dirt pit in the countryside.

"A bronze plaque? An animal head?"

I frowned slightly, recalling the scene of dealing with Ma Jianguo's body yesterday.

I am absolutely certain that, apart from the water-soaked clothes, there was absolutely no bronze plaque on Ma Jianguo's body at the time.

I even checked his pockets carefully, and they were empty.

Could it be that Old Zhang really took the military tally?

But what does Old Zhang want to do with this thing?

"Okay, the second question."

I continued to ask.

"Who exactly is your big boss?"

"I...I really don't know the boss's true identity!"