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

The jade-colored malevolent energy within me, which had been struggling to hold on, crumbled instantly under the crushing force of this power.

They were forced into a series of defeats and were eventually sealed deep within their dantian, unable to be mobilized even slightly.

At this moment, the evil energy within me was suppressed to the extreme by him, and the meridians in my arms were being torn apart as if they were about to melt completely.

If my physical body hadn't undergone repeated tempering by the Mountain-Shaking Force, and my arms hadn't been strengthened by the Self-Sewing Technique, I wouldn't have been able to achieve this.

At this moment, my arms would probably have already exploded into a cloud of blood mist under this violent internal energy.

Shi Cuishan did not stop there.

His hands, as hard as cast iron, firmly gripped my wrists. Instead of letting go, he began to apply pressure backward little by little.

He pressed down on my hand, forcibly changing the trajectory of the black knife.

Under Shi Cuishan's control, the black blade flipped, carrying an irresistible and immense force, inch by inch approaching my own neck.

I gritted my teeth, my arms trembling violently from the exertion, and veins bulging on my forehead as I tried to stop the blade from getting closer.

But the distance is still shrinking.

Ten centimeters.

Five centimeters.

Three centimeters.

The cold blade of the black knife finally pressed firmly against the skin of my throat.

The lingering chill on the blade contrasted absurdly with the scorching heat within me that felt like it was cooking me alive.

At this moment, if Shi Cuishan had just put in a little more force...

This vicious weapon, which I have tamed with my own hands, will mercilessly sever my own trachea and aorta.

The entire underground cavern seemed to fall silent at this moment, with only the occasional sound of bubbles bursting from the lava river below echoing in the empty space.

Shi Cuishan stood in front of me, looking down at me.

His eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, and when he looked at me, it was as if he were looking at a lifeless object that had completely lost its ability to resist.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"Young man, you are indeed very tough, and your methods are ruthless."

Unfortunately, the gap in skill levels is not so easily bridged.

Shi Cuishan stared into my eyes and continued:

"Old man, what I just said still stands."

Now, a knife is at your throat.

"Just give me a definite answer: are those two items in the hands of the Jiangcheng Folklore Bureau or not?"

He paused slightly at this point, as if giving me time to think, before continuing:

"As long as you nod, I will definitely give you a chance to be reincarnated and will never scatter your three souls and seven spirits."

how?"

My back was pressed against the scorching rock wall, my throat against the cold blade, and it felt as if magma was flowing through the veins in my arms.

Looking at Shi Cuishan's face so close to mine, and listening to his seemingly magnanimous yet incredibly cruel ultimatum, the corners of my mouth turned up slightly, forming a rather unsightly arc.

Then, my lips moved slightly, and I made a series of indistinct murmurs.

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible in the underground cavern filled with the sounds of churning lava.

Shi Cuishan frowned as expected. He thought that I had finally compromised under the pressure of death and was preparing to reveal the information he wanted.

Little did he know that what I was doing was actually just accumulating saliva.

In order to hear what I was about to say clearly, he subconsciously leaned forward.

Even the pressure on my wrist loosened almost imperceptibly.

And in that very instant, he focused his attention on his hearing.

I took a deep breath and spat the mouthful of saliva mixed with blood into his old face.

"Pooh!"

The spittle went straight for Shi Cuishan's old face.

However, a master is still a master.

Even when he thought I was completely incapacitated, his reaction speed was still astonishingly fast.

Just before my saliva was about to splatter on his face, his neck tilted slightly with incredible speed.

Although I didn't manage to disgust him, I didn't care at all at that moment.

I looked at Shi Cuishan, whose face had instantly darkened, and sneered:

"Old man, you'd better kill me today and scatter my ashes. Don't let me leave here alive, not even with a breath left."

I stared into his eyes and said, word by word.

"Otherwise, I promise."

From now on, I will kill every single one of you who are guarding the cauldron.

"Kill them until they are extinct."

Upon hearing my words, Shi Cuishan's face darkened completely.

He didn't fly into a rage like those street thugs, nor did he start cursing.

But the murderous intent surging deep in his eyes was so intense it seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

"Okay, very good."

Shi Cuishan was so angry that he laughed, squeezing out these words from his withered lips.

"Since you're so stubborn, young man, that you don't even want the chance to be reincarnated, then this old man will take pity on you and grant your wish."

I'll see if your mouth will still be so stubborn when your heart is slowly dissected!

No sooner had he finished speaking than he chose not to restrain my hands, but instead used force on my neck to give me a quick and painless decapitation.

Perhaps he felt that killing me with a single blow was too lenient.

He wanted to quell the anger in his heart in a more torturous way.

Shi Cuishan snorted coldly and suddenly exerted force with both arms.

As he exerted force, my hands were completely out of my control and were forcibly lifted up by him.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped his wrist, pressed down on my hand, and turned the black knife that was originally held against my throat in mid-air.

This angle meant that the tip of the black knife was aimed directly at my left chest.

"Go to hell."

Shi Cuishan's eyes were icy cold as he pressed down on my wrists with both hands, slowly lowering them.

The feeling of watching yourself hold a knife and slowly stab it into your heart is indeed much more terrifying than having your head chopped off directly.

The tip of the black knife easily pierced through my tattered, burnt-out windbreaker, and then its cold edge touched the skin of my chest.

"Sizzle—"

A very faint sound of muscle tearing was heard.

The knife tip pierced the skin, cutting through my subcutaneous fat and muscle tissue.

I could clearly feel a stream of warm blood flowing out from the scalpel groove.

But before it could drip, it was instantly absorbed by the subtle bloodthirsty aura on the blade.

Shi Cuishan moved very slowly; he seemed to be deliberately prolonging the process, wanting to appreciate my fear as death approached.

The blade continued to penetrate deeper, pressing against the hard sternum.

However, with the combined support of the black blade's sharpness and Shi Cuishan's immense strength, the sternum's resistance was negligible.

With a muffled "crack," the knife tip forcefully pried open the gap in the ribs and pierced into the chest cavity.

It was less than a centimeter away from the heart.

I could already feel my heart beating exceptionally fast due to blood loss and severe injuries, each beat gently brushing against the cold, piercing black blade.

The shadow of death completely enveloped me at that moment.

However, just as I felt the black knife pierce the pericardium, and a sliver of its sharp edge penetrated the beating heart muscle,

An anomaly, a sudden occurrence.