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

The eerie light did not dissipate; instead, it seemed to be conscious, hovering and wandering within the confined space.

I felt a strange suction coming from the bone needle.

Is this... yin energy that's absorbing the air around it?

No, it's not just yin energy.

Suddenly, the tightly closed window opened by itself without any wind, making a loud "bang".

I raised an eyebrow, holding the bone needle in my hand, and looked out the window.

On the once empty windowsill, a blurry shadow had appeared at some point.

The shadow looked only half a person's height, timidly huddled in the corner, its body appearing as a translucent grayish-white.

It's a wandering spirit.

Moreover, it was a fragmented and wandering spirit.

It was missing its right arm, and the broken end was jagged, constantly emitting black smoke.

In its left hand, it was tightly gripping a similarly translucent severed arm.

"Great...Master..."

The wandering spirit drifted in, its voice wavering and trembling noticeably.

It was clearly afraid of the intense malevolent aura emanating from me, but its eyes were fixed on the bone needle in my hand, revealing a kind of longing.

I examined it with great interest.

This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this.

In the past, when people sewed up corpses, they were sewing up the flesh of the dead to appease the souls of the dead.

Now look what's happened, they've actually summoned the soul.

"Were you attracted here by this thing?" I asked, shaking the bone needle in my hand.

The wandering spirit shrank back in fright, but still nodded: "It smells...this needle has a very fragrant scent...can...can you help me reattach my hand?"

It raised its severed arm and looked at me pitifully.

I smiled, but didn't agree immediately. Instead, I pointed to its wound.

"This is interesting. Logically speaking, you ghosts are a mass of yin energy."

"If you're missing an arm or a leg, just find a place with lots of yin energy, let it absorb some yin energy, and it'll grow back on its own, right? Why do you need to attach a graft?"

This is common sense; ghosts have no physical form, and the so-called "injury" is actually the depletion of yin energy.

Unless their souls are scattered by a master using lightning magic or true fire, ordinary physical damage is nothing to them.

The wandering spirit had a bitter face. Although it was hard to discern the specific expression on its blurry face, I could sense its helplessness.

"Master...you are unaware of this."

It drifted closer and pointed to the wound on the severed arm.

"If it were an ordinary injury, I would have recovered in a mass grave by now. But... what severed my hand was no ordinary thing."

I took a closer look.

Unlike ordinary ghosts, the cut of the severed arm did not appear grayish-brown; instead, it was covered with a faint red glow.

The red light seemed corrosive, constantly eroding its soul and preventing the wound from healing.

"This is... malevolent energy?" I squinted.

"It's a butcher's knife."

The wandering spirit said with lingering fear, "I was originally a lonely ghost. A few days ago, I passed by a slaughterhouse and wanted to steal some blood essence."

As it turned out, we ran into a butcher sharpening his knife. That knife had been used to kill pigs for who knows how many years; it was incredibly vicious.

I accidentally bumped into the blade, and my arm was cut off.

"The murderous aura on that knife was so strong that it severed my hand. I couldn't reattach it no matter what I did, and it hurt terribly whenever I got close to it."

"If it's not repaired soon, this malevolent energy will seep through the wound and destroy my soul."

It turned out to be the case.

The butcher's knife is no ordinary knife; it's a "Hundred-Refined Knife," specially designed to ward off evil spirits.

It's a pig-slaughtering knife that's been used for decades. Although the evil aura on it isn't as strong as my corpse-sewing evil aura, it's still enough to give this little devil a hard time.

No wonder it was so eager to reattach its arm; it wasn't just a matter of maintaining its integrity, but also a matter of survival.

"That's interesting."

I stroked my chin. "The soul severed by the butcher's knife is perfect for testing the needle."

I looked at the wandering spirit and said gently, "I can help you. However, this is the first time I've used this needle. If I mess it up or stitch you up completely, don't blame me."

The wandering spirit hesitated for a moment, glanced at its fading figure, and finally gritted its teeth: "Seal! Either way, it's death, Master, please do it!"

"readily."

I gestured for it to float to the bedside.

There is no wire.

This "ghost needle" does not require a physical thread.

I took a deep breath and, following the method in my mind, mobilized the evil energy within my body.

This time, instead of releasing the evil energy, I compressed it into an extremely thin thread, which extended from my fingertip and passed through the eye of the bone needle.

"Bear with it."

I gripped the bone needle and aimed it at the broken end on the wandering soul's shoulder.

The moment the needle pierced the soul, the wandering spirit let out a scream, its entire body trembling violently.

"Ah—!! It's hot! So hot!!"

That was the collision of two different types of malevolent energy.

I ignored its screams and flipped my wrist with remarkable stability.

The first acupuncture needle stabilizes the soul.

The bone needle, carrying black, malevolent lines, pierced through the joint between the severed arm and the shoulder.

The red, malevolent aura clinging to the wound seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, emitting a hissing sound before quickly dissipating.

The second injection, the Soul Lock.

I sped up, the bone needle in my hand becoming a blur.

Each needle that falls creates a black ripple.

The severed arm miraculously began to fuse with my body as I stitched it up.

That feeling was wonderful.

When sewing up the physical body, one feels the resistance of the skin and flesh; but when sewing up the soul, one feels a kind of repulsive and attractive force, similar to a magnetic field.

I need to use malevolent energy to neutralize this repulsive force and guide them to reconnect.

It took about thirty-six stitches.

With the final stitch, I flicked my finger, and that wisp of malevolent energy instantly vanished into the soul.

"alright."

I put away the bone needles and wiped away non-existent sweat from my forehead.

The ghost stopped screaming. It stared blankly at its right arm and tried to move its fingers.

It actually moved.

Although there was still a faint black suture line at the joint, making it look somewhat grotesque, the arm had indeed grown back.

"It's...connected?"

The wandering spirit looked at me in disbelief, then suddenly knelt in mid-air and kowtowed to me.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you so much for saving my life!"

I waved my hand: "Fair trade. I'll use you as practice, and you'll save your life. Go on, and don't ever go to a slaughterhouse again."

The wandering spirit, full of gratitude, floated out of the window and quickly disappeared into the night.

Looking at the bone needle in my hand, a storm raged within me.

This Ghost Needle can actually sew up spirits!

Moreover, it's not just about stitching; it seems to also use malevolent energy to dispel foreign energies.

The malevolent energy left by the butcher's knife was partially absorbed by this bone needle during my sewing process, and transformed into its nourishment.

This is simply a magical artifact.