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

After that, he clapped his hands in satisfaction and quickly ran back to the SUV.

"Done."

Li Qing lowered his voice and said to me.

"I've already destroyed that grandson's warning formation."

Incidentally, I also added some extra ingredients to his food.

It's a small trap, not very lethal.

But if he tries to run away later, this formation will at least hold him back for a few seconds, letting him experience what it means to be unable to move an inch.

That's enough for you to chase after him and chop him up ten times over.

Looking at his sly expression, I nodded slightly.

Li Qing may seem carefree at times, but when it comes to serious matters, he is more meticulous than anyone else.

"You stay outside and keep watch, be careful."

Without saying a word, I turned around and opened the back door of the SUV.

On the spacious leather seats in the back, the black guitar case lay quietly.

I reached into the zipper and pulled out the black knife.

After that, I closed the car door, held the black knife upside down, and walked towards the wall of the pig farm.

The fence of the pig farm was haphazardly built with red bricks and cement, and was about two meters high. There were also some broken pieces of glass stuck haphazardly on top of the fence for security purposes.

I walked to the base of the wall without pausing, and with a slight push of my feet, I felt like a weightless leaf, and lightly rose into the air.

The instant my body cleared the wall, I gently pressed one hand against a brick without any broken glass, using the momentum to complete a nimble somersault in mid-air.

"Clatter".

After a barely audible thud, my feet landed firmly on the muddy ground inside the wall.

At the same time, I bent my knees slightly to relieve the downward force.

After regaining my footing, I immediately pressed myself against the shadow of an abandoned feed tower and quickly surveyed my surroundings.

The smell inside the pig farm was more than ten times stronger than what you could smell outside.

The smell was so strong that it made my eyes sting.

Dozens of pigs were kept in several rows of simple pigpens, perhaps because it was feeding time, or perhaps because they sensed some unsettling element in the air.

They were pacing restlessly in their enclosure, making whimpering noises.

However, the squeals of the pigs became excellent cover for my infiltration.

I closed my eyes, focused my mind on the space between my eyebrows, and stirred up that cool energy.

The view instantly switched to black, white, and gray lines.

In this world stripped of color, pigsties, feed towers, and piles of debris have all become translucent outlines.

My gaze was fixed on the red brick bungalow at the deepest part of the pig farm.

In the field of vision of "qi observation", a dense, eerie green aura was seeping out from the cracks in the door and windows of that bungalow.

It seems that Qiu Feng is inside.

I opened my eyes, and my vision returned to normal.

After that, I gripped the black knife tightly in my hand and, following the shadows around the pigsty, approached the bungalow step by step.

At this moment, I had deliberately suppressed my breathing to the weakest possible level, and my heartbeat had become much calmer.

With each step I took, I carefully avoided the pebbles on the ground and anything that might make a sound.

As they got closer, the chilling aura emanating from the bungalow became increasingly pronounced.

Even through the thick brick wall, I could still smell a faint stench of blood in the air.

The smell of blood was very fresh; it was definitely not from slaughtering a pig, but rather the smell of human blood.

It was mixed in with the overwhelming smell of pig manure, and ordinary people could not detect it at all, but it could not escape my sense of smell, which had been enhanced by the cool scent.

I frowned and quietly crept to the door of the bungalow.

Then, the evil core within my body suddenly erupted.

The malevolent energy that had been flowing smoothly within my body suddenly transformed into a raging torrent, surging wildly along the meridians of my arms and legs.

I raised my right foot, aimed at the dilapidated wooden door, and kicked it hard.

"Bang!"

A loud bang erupted in the silent pig farm, even drowning out the screams of the startled pigs.

The wooden door couldn't withstand my kick, which was infused with earth-shattering force and ferocious killing intent. The door, along with the frame, was kicked to pieces.

Large pieces of wood and countless sharp wood chips flew wildly into the house.

The moment the door opened, the nauseatingly strong stench of blood and the eerie green aura emanating from the room rushed out like a flood bursting its banks.

Holding the black knife upside down, I didn't hesitate for a moment, striding over the broken pieces of wood scattered on the ground and rushing straight into the house.

The room was small, and the windows were all covered with thick black cloth.

The only source of light was the eerie green glow emanating from a strange altar placed in the center of the room.

On the altar were several blood-soaked skulls and the short club with the animal head.

In front of the altar, a gaunt man with a gloomy face, wearing a gray-black short-sleeved shirt, was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Qiu Feng.

The loud crash of the wooden door shattering was clearly beyond his expectations.

At this moment, his hands were still in the hand seal position, with a faint green aura swirling around his fingertips.

But his face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

His eyes were fixed on me as I suddenly barged in, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something or question me about who I was.

I didn't give him any chance to speak, nor did I waste any words.

As I stepped into the room, the black knife in my right hand was already raised.

The jet-black blade, bathed in a ghastly green light, reflected no luster whatsoever, resembling a shadow tearing through space itself.

With a barely audible whooshing sound, the black blade, imbued with the raging murderous aura within me, traced a cold and deadly arc through the air, heading straight for Qiu Feng.

Since I still wanted to ask him something, I didn't kill him with that stab.

And it was aimed at his shoulder.

However, Qiu Feng's reaction speed was faster than I expected.

As a heretical cultivator who constantly walks the line between life and death, in a moment of extreme shock, his body's survival instinct took over his actions.

He slammed his hands, which were originally sitting cross-legged on the ground forming a mudra, onto the ground, and his whole body leaned backward due to the reaction force.

At the same time, he suddenly grabbed the edge of the altar with his right hand and pulled out a thick-backed short knife about the width of a palm, which he held horizontally in front of his chest.

"clang!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing echoed through the cramped bungalow.

The thick-backed short sword in Qiu Feng's hand was made of neither gold nor wood, and its surface was covered with a layer of eerie green aura, clearly a protective magic weapon that he had refined over a long period of time.

However, compared to the black blade that had absorbed the endless Yin energy from the mass grave and was infused with the power of the evil pill, this magical artifact was as fragile as a piece of cheap plastic.