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

The text on it wasn't written on, but rather sewn on with some kind of extremely fine needle and thread!

"A book sewn together?"

I was startled; this technique…

Just as I was preparing to completely seal this tattered scroll with bone needles, a sudden change occurred.

The once lifeless scroll suddenly curled up. Instead of attacking me, it abruptly pressed against Su Wen's face!

"ah--!!!"

Su Wen let out a final, piercing scream, and the tattered human skin scroll, resembling a new face, seamlessly covered his face.

The tadpole-like characters turned blood red in an instant.

Su Wen's body began to swell violently, and the creaking sound of his bones growing was particularly jarring in the silent, secret room.

Two huge gashes suddenly appeared on his back, and a pair of wings made of countless scraps of newspaper and human skin spread out.

This thing... is evolving!

After consuming Su Wen's last life essence, it completely underwent the mutation.

"Damn, is this never going to end?"

I cursed under my breath, sensing the surge of power emanating from the other person, and knew that things were not going to end well today.

It's time to pull out some of our most treasured secrets again.

The malevolent energy within me no longer dispersed throughout my body, but instead gathered in my hands along an extremely complex path.

That was a mundane art recorded in the "Heavenly Garment Strategy" that was extremely mentally taxing—the "Thousand Threads Locking Spirit Knot".

This move isn't for killing people, but specifically for dealing with things that "shouldn't be alive."

In layman's terms, it is specifically designed to break evil spells such as possession.

At that moment, the monster on the other side also moved.

Its wings, made of human skin and waste paper, flapped suddenly, and countless sharp pieces of paper swept towards me like flying knives.

Each piece of paper faintly shimmered with dark red tadpole-like characters, carrying a foul stench that could corrode life.

I didn't dodge; instead, I charged forward into the wave of paper.

I wielded the willow-leaf knife in my hand into a black whirlwind, the killing intent within me vibrating violently on the blade, shattering the pieces of paper that approached.

puff-

A piece of paper grazed my shoulder, it felt cool, but I didn't even flinch.

Just as I rushed towards the monster, I suddenly thrust out my left hand, and the black bone needle drew a streak of dark light in the air that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Flawless, the collarbone is exquisitely crafted!"

The bone needles instantly drew away nearly a third of the malevolent energy within me.

Countless thin black lines formed from malevolent energy surged out from the eye of the bone needle, weaving into a giant net in the air.

This net isn't meant to catch the monster's body, but rather to catch the "living" text on its body.

The monster let out a terrified scream, and its face, covered by tattered human skin, writhed violently.

It seemed to sense the threat posed by the black lines, and frantically swung its massive, dark claws, trying to tear the net apart.

But the most bizarre thing about the [Thousand-Thread Soul Lock] is that these threads are illusory, and they target the Qi.

The giant, dark claw pierced through the black net, but failed to harm it in the slightest.

However, the black net rapidly contracted the moment it touched the monster.

Each of the fine, malevolent lines precisely located the gaps in the blood-red characters and then fiercely burrowed inside.

"No...my...my words..."

The monster's voice became fragmented, and its once-expanded body began to deflate rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

I seized the opportunity, took a sudden step forward, and my right hand, wielding a willow-leaf blade, transformed into a streak of light, precisely piercing the base of the monster's wings.

That was the place where the human skin fragments were most closely connected to Su Wen's corpse, and also the point where their vital energies converged.

The blade pierced the flesh without resistance.

I felt like I was being stabbed into a pile of rotten old newspapers.

The malevolent energy exploded from the tip of the blade, and with the tightening of the [Thousand Threads Soul Lock], the tattered scroll stuck to Su Wen's face finally couldn't withstand it and began to peel off inch by inch.

"Chen Yang! How are you?"

The sound of Lu Yan frantically banging on the door came from outside, accompanied by a series of thunderous explosions of talismans.

The restrictions are swaying.

Because I am suppressing the core fragments, the defensive capabilities of this secret chamber are rapidly weakening.

"Don't come in, it'll be quick!"

I shouted, my voice tinged with exhaustion.

The monster had stopped struggling. It knelt on the ground, its body bound together like a rice dumpling by countless black, malevolent threads.

The red characters were forcibly pressed back into the tattered scroll, making the entire human skin scroll dull and lifeless.

I walked up to it, my left hand trembling as I retracted the bone needle.

The black lines vanished instantly, replaced by a limp corpse lying on the ground.

Su Wen's face reappeared.

The tadpole-like scroll of human skin lay on his chest, its tadpole-like script now completely dormant, looking utterly ordinary.

I bent down to pick up the tattered scroll and felt a chilling aura trying to penetrate my palm, but it was easily blocked by the malevolent energy within me.

"This thing needs to be sealed in a box."

I rolled up the tattered scroll and stuffed it into my pocket.

Just then, the black wooden door behind them was smashed open with a loud bang.

Lu Yan rushed in, gun in hand, her body still crackling with residual lightning from her magic.

She immediately noticed the ink stains on the floor, the torn pieces of paper, and me standing next to the corpse.

She walked over quickly, looked me up and down, and frowned deeply when she saw the wound on my shoulder.

"You're injured. What was that noise just now? I felt like all the yin energy on the third floor was sucked away."

I gave a slow, deliberate smile, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and spoke calmly.

"Nothing much, I used some special methods, and I've already taken down Su Wen's body."

Lu Yan looked at the withered corpse on the ground, then at me, and frowned.

But she didn't ask any more questions; she simply put away the gun and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alright. What about that tattered scroll? That's what they specifically asked for in Shanghai."

I patted my pocket and said calmly, "It's here with me, but this thing is very strange."

The changes in Su Wen's corpse were the culprit.

Lu Yan nodded, clearly having expected this, and was not surprised at all.

She walked up to me, intending to reach out and help me up, but then withdrew her hand halfway.

"I know, but this is a task assigned by the General Administration. We are just cooperating to deliver the items to the Shanghai branch."

No matter how many things happen... I have no right to interfere.

Thank you anyway, Chen Yang.

Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of seriousness.

I waved my hand, about to speak, when the cold current between my brows suddenly twitched again.

I suddenly turned my head to look at the corner of the secret room.

In the shadow of that pile of broken bookshelves, I seemed to see a pair of eyes.

But when I rubbed my eyes and looked again, all I saw was darkness.