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

If I can master this craft, could I even sew different ghosts together in the future?!

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shudder.

This is too outrageous; it might even incur divine retribution.

But who exactly is that masked man?

He's not afraid of me turning against him by giving me something so incredibly powerful.

I looked down at the black bone needle in my hand, shook my head, and was about to put it away.

At that moment, a cold current suddenly flowed in from the tip of the needle.

The cold current traveled from my fingertips to my arm, and finally rushed directly into the depths of my forehead.

"Well……"

I groaned, feeling as if an ice pick had pierced my brain, and my vision blurred instantly.

But then, an unprecedented sense of clarity spread through my mind.

The icy aura didn't harm me; instead, it settled peacefully between my eyebrows, pulsating slightly with my breath.

At this moment, I felt the evil energy within my body being pulled in waves, becoming restless and uneasy.

I quickly sat cross-legged, made hand seals, and began to circulate my breath.

With each exhale, I discovered that the malevolent energy within my body, drawn by this cold current, was circulating at more than twice the normal speed.

After breathing for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the restless energy within his body gradually subsided.

The coldness between the eyebrows gradually transformed into a warm, cool sensation.

In that hazy, dreamlike state, I suddenly remembered the dream that my grandfather had given me a few days ago.

"Yangwazi... Now, you must learn to sew living people."

"Use that malevolent energy as thread, stitch by stitch... to sew up this body of yours..."

At the time, I only remembered that sentence, but I didn't know what to do with it.

A person is made of living flesh and blood, not a tattered sack. How can you sew them up? Where do you sew them up from?

But now, feeling the clarity between his brows and looking at the Ghost Needle in his hand, a crazy idea grew uncontrollably in his mind.

The Ghost Needle can stitch up spirits, while the inner energy of evil can strengthen the physical body.

What if I combine these two forces?

I looked down at my left pinky.

That is the end of the body's meridians, and also the place where evil energy is most easily released.

If something goes wrong, at most you'll lose a finger; it won't kill you.

"Give it a try. We can't stay in the dark forever."

I muttered something to myself, my gaze gradually hardening.

The increasing number of mysteries around me is making me feel more and more uneasy.

With each increase in my own strength, I will be able to be more at ease in the future.

After making up my mind, I stretched out my right hand and made a clenching motion in the air.

I forcibly condensed the malevolent energy within my body at my fingertips.

In the past, when I used evil energy, I mostly threw it out like splashing water, or attached it to the scalpel.

But this time, I mimicked the feeling of stitching up the wandering souls, constantly compressing and stretching the malevolent energy.

A thread as thin as a hair and as black as ink slowly took shape at my fingertips.

These are lines formed from malevolent energy, yet under the guidance of the Ghost Gate Needle Technique, they behave with unusual gentleness.

I laid my left hand flat on my knee, and with my right hand I held the illusory needle and thread of evil energy, aiming it at an acupoint on the edge of my left little fingernail.

That location is called "Shaoze acupoint," which is the starting point of the Small Intestine Meridian.

I took a deep breath and thrust the evil energy needle in.

"hiss--"

A piercing pain instantly spread throughout my body.

The veins on my forehead bulged, and cold sweat dripped onto the sheets.

The living body has a natural aversion to evil energy.

Even though I am someone who cultivates malevolent energy, I am still in considerable pain.

"Freeze!"

I gritted my teeth, and the cool sensation between my brows came into play, protecting my mind and preventing me from fainting from the excruciating pain.

I endured the spasms in my hand and guided the evil energy line through the subcutaneous tissue.

I'm not stitching up a wound, I'm stitching up the "qi mechanism".

I tried to forcibly connect the capillaries, nerve endings, and acupoints on my little finger through the evil energy line.

It's like driving a steel bar into a loosely structured body and adding a locking mechanism.

One stitch, two stitches...

My movements are slow, and each needle requires a lot of mental energy.

As the stitching continued, I noticed that the little finger began to undergo strange changes.

His originally rosy skin gradually turned bluish-gray.

The most amazing thing is that I can feel that small piece of flesh has become incredibly tough, as if even if I were to cut it with a scalpel now, it would only leave a white mark.

Is this what Grandpa meant by "sewing yourself"?

It permanently locks the evil energy within the flesh and blood, altering the essence of the physical body.

Just as I was about to sew the last stitch to complete this miniature cycle, a sudden change occurred.

The originally docile lines of malevolent energy suddenly became violent.

It started to get out of my control and seemed to want to burrow everywhere.

"not good!"

I let out a silent exclamation.

This feeling is similar to the aftereffects of the "Body-Covering Technique." Once the evil energy enters the depths of the body, it will try to take over.

My little finger began to swell violently, and the lines of evil energy under my skin began to twist wildly, as if trying to rush up my arm toward my heart.

Desire, violence, destruction.

Countless cacophony of sounds filled my ears; this feeling was all too familiar.

The demonic voice of desire that always appears whenever I activate the Demon-Slaying Technique is now echoing in my mind.

"Kill them...kill them all..."

My eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and my right hand, holding the bone needle, trembled slightly, almost out of control.

At this critical moment, the cold current between his brows suddenly exploded.

The chilling aura emanating from the bone needles poured over the restless malevolent energy like a bucket of ice water.

The shock of the extreme contrast between ice and fire sent a violent jolt through my body.

Taking advantage of this moment of clarity, I exerted force with my right hand and forcefully inserted the last needle, completing a closed loop.

"receive!"

I gave a low shout.

The restless malevolent energy, like a wild beast in shackles, subsided unwillingly.

The room returned to silence.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, my whole body soaked in sweat.

After a long while, I shakily raised my left hand.

The little finger has returned to its normal color and looks no different from a normal person's finger.

But I could feel that beneath my skin, there was an extremely hidden channel of malevolent energy slowly circulating.

I tried bending and stretching it and found that the finger was incredibly strong and had an extremely fast reaction speed.

"It's a success..."

I muttered to myself, a bitter smile playing on my lips.

This was just an acupoint on the edge of a finger, and it almost made me go mad.

If, as Grandpa said, the whole body had to be sewn up, what kind of pain would one have to endure?

How much yin and cold energy would be needed to suppress it?