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

At this moment, the stench of blood was seeping out bit by bit through the cracks in the tightly closed iron door.

I didn't say anything, but I gestured to Li Qing, indicating that he should step back.

Then, I gently placed the alloy box in my hand on the cinder ground beside my feet, and the evil pill in my body began to operate silently.

A thick and cold aura of malevolence flowed quietly through my meridians.

I expanded the range of my Qi control to its limit of fifty meters, with black bone needles in my pocket and four willow-leaf knives at my lower back, ready to burst forth at any moment.

I walked slowly to the heavy iron door, raised my right hand, placed my palm on the cold iron sheet, and pushed it with a little force.

The door was locked from the inside.

Without the slightest hesitation, my eyes instantly turned cold and sharp.

With his right knee slightly bent, he suddenly exerted force, delivering a powerful whip kick that slammed into the lock of the iron gate.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

The heavy iron door, along with the latch on the frame, was severely deformed by the terrifying force of my kick and sprang open inwards.

Then, it slammed heavily against the wall, making a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The moment the iron gate opened, a strong, almost pungent smell of blood, mixed with the lingering smoky smell of charcoal from the forging furnace, rushed out.

I didn't rush in immediately, but stood at the door and scanned the interior of the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith shop, which was originally messy but still relatively orderly, is now a complete mess.

Several wooden shelves against the wall, which displayed various unfinished swords and knives, were smashed to pieces, and various metal utensils were scattered all over the ground.

On the ground, there were obvious signs of high-temperature scorching and several deep grooves, left by some extremely sharp weapon.

The most shocking sight was the pools of dark red blood on the ground that were not yet completely dry.

The bloodstains stretched from near the entrance all the way to the huge forge at the deepest part of the blacksmith's shop.

After confirming that there were no lurking enemies within my field of vision, I picked up the box, stepped over the threshold, and went inside.

Li Qing followed closely behind, clutching several yellow talismans tightly in his hand, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

"Old Master Huo?"

I called out tentatively, and my voice echoed in the empty red brick building, but I received no response.

Following the trail of blood on the ground, we carefully bypassed the collapsed shelves and scattered tools, making our way step by step toward the deepest forging furnace.

The fire in the forge had become very weak, with only some dark red embers barely clinging to life, emitting a faint heat.

In the shadows beside the forge, I saw a figure.

That's Old Man Huo.

At this moment, he collapsed helplessly into a pile of scattered coal, like a tattered sack.

The filthy leather apron he was wearing was now completely soaked in blood, turning it a dark black.

I quickly walked forward, half-squatted down, and put the box in my hand aside.

Old Huo's condition was appalling.

He had a horrific wound on his chest, more than 20 centimeters long, extending from his left shoulder to his right ribs, with the flesh torn off and the bone visible.

At first glance, the edges of the wound had an eerie, bleak gray color.

A chilling green aura clung to the wound, relentlessly eroding his flesh and preventing the wound from clotting naturally.

In addition to the fatal wound to his chest, his right arm was also broken in a twisted position.

He was also tightly gripping a broken iron hammer in his hand.

"Old Man Huo!"

Upon seeing this, Li Qing gasped and quickly moved closer.

I didn't say anything, but simply reached out and placed two fingers on Old Man Huo's blood-soaked carotid artery.

The pulse was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

His face was ashen, and his breathing was barely perceptible.

Its life force was rapidly draining away, and it was clearly on the verge of death.

My eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, I immediately mobilized the power of the evil pill within my body.

A pure jade-colored aura, condensed to its extreme, was forced out from my fingertips.

The evil energy itself has no healing effect, and apart from entering my body, it is like poison to anyone else.

However, this malevolent energy was refined by me using the life essence of the Gu King as its foundation, discarding all the destructive effects inherent in the malevolent energy within my body.

This one attack alone consumed nearly 20% of the malevolent energy reserves in my body.

I pointed, and this special evil energy, brimming with vitality, instantly flowed from my fingertip directly into Old Man Huo's body.

As soon as this jade-colored baleful energy entered his body, it quickly protected his failing heart meridian.

Under the forceful nourishment of the jade-colored baleful aura, the terrifying, swirling knife wound on Old Man Huo's chest finally stopped bleeding.

His pulse, which had been so weak it had almost stopped, began to beat slightly again.

However, looking at his pale face, I knew very well that this was just a temporary expedient.

His injuries were extremely severe.

The knife wound not only severed a large area of ​​muscle and blood vessels in his chest, but also damaged the very core of his heart.

Not to mention that eerie green, sinister aura, which had been eroding his internal organs for who knows how long before this happened.

What I'm doing now is like desperately trying to cover a bucket full of holes with both hands; I can probably only keep it barely hanging on by its last breath.

It's probably too late to save him now.

While I was focused on controlling the evil energy, Li Qing, who was standing to the side, was not idle either.

He stared at the horrific scene on the ground, his face grim, silently clutching the few yellow talismans in his hand.

Then, he gestured to me, turned around, and stepped over the mess on the ground, walking quietly towards the inner room and material storage area of ​​the blacksmith shop to check the situation inside.

Confirm whether there are any remaining dangers or survivors.

With a violent cough, Old Man Huo vomited several mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Those old, cloudy eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, struggled to open a tiny slit.

After a brief moment of consciousness, his vision gradually focused in the dim light, and he could see clearly that it was me, the person kneeling in front of him, using my inner energy to prolong his life.

"Brother Chen... Brother Chen..."

Old Huo's voice was weak and hoarse, carrying a strong sense of death.

Seeing that I had freed my left hand and was about to take my phone out of my pocket, Old Man Huo laboriously raised his still relatively intact left hand and pressed down on my wrist.

He shook his head slightly at me, stopping me from doing so.

"No...don't waste your energy..."

He was panting, and blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"I, the old man... know my own situation."

Time is running out, listen to me…”