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

The environment here is very remote, with weeds growing up to waist height all around, and there isn't even a decent street lamp.

At first glance, there was a pig farm on the other side of the road.

However, the pig farm is not large in scale. Judging from the haphazardly built wall around it with red bricks and sheet metal, it should be a privately owned breeding site.

Before we even got out of the car, a strong, pungent smell of pig manure seeped in through the cracks in the windows, making us wince.

I watched the eerie green energy trail pass over the rusty iron gate and go straight into the row of bungalows at the deepest part of the pig farm, where it gathered into a dense mass of malevolent energy.

Qiu Feng is inside.

"This location was chosen perfectly."

I turned off the engine, reached out and rolled down the window, letting the unpleasant smell from outside flood into the car.

I analyzed it in a calm tone.

"No one ever comes to these private pig farms."

Moreover, this overwhelming stench is practically a natural cover-up.

No matter if he kills and bleeds people inside, or uses corpses to perform some evil ritual, the smell of blood and stench of corpses will be completely masked by the smell of pig manure.

Even if nearby villagers pass by, they will simply cover their noses and walk away quickly, never giving the slightest glance.

Li Qing fanned his nose with his hand, carefully placed the wooden box in his arms on the back seat of the car, and then got out of the car with a look of disgust.

"This bastard is not only ruthless, but also has a knack for counter-espionage."

Li Qing stood by the car, squinting as he surveyed the dilapidated factory buildings ahead.

I also pushed open the door and got out of the car, then closed the door behind me.

Instead of approaching immediately, we took cover from the roadside weeds and stood about fifty meters away from the pig farm gate to conduct pre-battle observation.

Just then, Li Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the palm-sized compass, glancing down at it.

The compass needle was trembling irregularly with an extremely small amplitude.

"That's interesting."

Li Qing raised his head, his gaze sweeping across several areas around the pig farm.

"Old Chen, there's something going on up ahead."

Several small-scale security and bewildering formations have been set up around the factory.

Although the method was crude, the location was very tricky. As long as we crossed the ditch in front, the formation would be triggered.

The people inside will immediately know that a guest has arrived.

Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly.

I turned to look at Li Qing, my gaze lingering on his chest for a moment.

"Is your current meridian system capable of handling this?"

I looked at him, my tone calm but with a hint of concern.

"If breaking the formation requires mobilizing a large amount of feng shui and earth energy, then don't force it."

At worst, I'll just launch a full-scale assault.

With my current reserves of malevolent energy, this level of evil cultivator has no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation, unless he can escape.

I'm not exaggerating.

These few small formations in front of me are nothing more than a single strike to me now.

When Li Qing heard what I said, he scoffed dismissively.

He casually stuffed the compass in his hand into his pocket, took out a crumpled yellow talisman from his pocket, and shook it between his fingers.

"Old Chen, you underestimate your brother too much."

After all, I properly learned from the old man for so many years.

"If I can't even handle this lousy formation, I might as well ask Director Lu for permission to go sweep the floors at Longhu Mountain."

Li Qing looked at the stinking factory ahead, a hint of arrogance in his eyes:

"This formation was obviously set up by a half-baked amateur with poor skills. I guess that bastard Qiu Feng stole it from some tattered Taoist book."

It resembles the formation in form but not in spirit; the key points of the formation are exposed like a sieve.

He reached out and patted my shoulder, giving me a reassuring look.

"Just wait and see."

For a formation of this level, I don't even need to use my inner energy.

Do you understand the concept of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect?

Give me ten minutes, and I can not only dismantle it, but I can also guarantee that the thief inside won't notice a thing."

After saying that, Li Qing bent down and, like a nimble night owl, stealthily made his way towards the stinking ditch on the outskirts of the pig farm, using the weeds as cover.

I stood still, not following along to cause trouble.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and Li Qing is an absolute expert in feng shui formations.

I took a deep breath and slowly increased the circulation speed of the evil pill in my body.

Within the dantian, the evil energy began to flow along the meridians to the limbs and bones as the evil pill circulated, especially the left and right arms that had already completed the "Sewing Technique".

I watched Li Qing's busy figure at the edge of the ditch in silence, my gaze gradually sharpening.

Once Li Qing breaks through the outer formation, it will be time for me to clean house.

Li Qing dressed very casually when he went out today.

She wore an oversized T-shirt on top and beach shorts with exaggerated patterns on the bottom.

Although he wasn't carrying his usual canvas bag, the two huge pockets on his beach shorts looked just like Doraemon's magic pocket.

He squatted by the ditch like a nimble night owl, rummaging in his pockets for a while.

Soon, he took out several five-emperor coins with mottled verdigris from his left pocket, and two neatly folded yellow talismans from his right pocket.

Li Qing's movements were very gentle, without making a sound.

He first squinted and carefully observed the direction in which the weeds around the ditch were bent and the color of the soil.

Then, he precisely pressed the five-emperor coins in his hand into several seemingly random mud pits.

Each time he pressed in a copper coin, a faint fluctuation of earth energy would flash across his fingertips.

This fluctuation is controlled just right, both cutting off the nodes of the formation's operation and preventing a violent rebound from the formation's core.

In less than ten minutes, Li Qing straightened up and patted the dirt off his hands.

In my "qi observation" perspective, the faint network of qi that originally enveloped the pig farm was like a sand table with its skeleton removed.

It instantly and silently dissipated, completely merging into the surrounding chaotic earth energy.

He succeeded, severing the earth's energy circulation within the formation without disturbing the entire process.

However, Li Qing did not give up.

He turned his head, looked at the row of closed bungalows at the pig farm, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he reached into the pocket of the large beach shorts again.

After fumbling around for a while, this guy actually pulled out a few peach wood nails, about the length and thickness of chopsticks, which he had prepared at some point.

Then he began to move quickly along the edge of the ditch.

Every few steps, he would stomp a peach wood nail deep into the soil, while tearing up the yellow talisman he had just taken out and scattering it around the peach wood nail.

I know what he's doing.

Li Qing is always prudent in his work.

Since he was determined to trap Qiu Feng like a turtle in a jar, he naturally wouldn't give Qiu Feng any chance to escape by using the earth's energy to hide.

What he's setting up now is likely a small-scale containment array, specifically designed to block the flow of earth energy in this area.

If Qiu Feng dares to burrow underground or try to use some kind of formation to escape, he will immediately run into this invisible wall.

After doing all this, Li Qing retreated to a safe distance, turned around, and gave me a "done" gesture.