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

With a sudden flick of my left wrist, the black bone needle that I had been holding in my palm for so long, under the control of my remaining spiritual energy, shot ruthlessly toward the lower body of the figure outside the gap.

Using this reaction force, I gripped the black knife tightly in my right hand and thrust it fiercely at the blurry figure in front of me.

This attack lacked any fancy techniques; it was purely driven by killing intent and a do-or-die determination.

That's the strongest attack I can unleash right now.

Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!

However, reality slapped me hard in the face.

"what?"

Faced with my sudden and desperate counterattack, the person outside did not show any panic. Instead, he let out a soft exclamation with a hint of surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a hand appeared out of thin air in the trajectory of the bone needle.

"Snapped!"

A soft sound rang out.

The black bone needles that shot out were actually slapped away by that hand with a casual slap.

The bone needle spun and stuck into the soil next to it.

The last trace of spiritual connection I had attached to it was shattered by that single blow.

This caused another sharp, stabbing pain in my brain.

But it's not over yet.

At the very instant the bone needle was knocked away, the man's other two fingers, like iron clamps, firmly gripped the blade of the black knife I thrust out with all my might.

The black knife, weighing thirty or forty pounds and propelled by my own momentum, was frozen in mid-air by the attack of those two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.

The thud in my right hand, which was gripping the knife hilt, went numb from the shock. I was thrown forward by the momentum and nearly crashed into the other person.

Upon seeing this, my heart sank.

The skill of holding a blade between two fingers, the feeling of effortless mastery...

It seems we've encountered a tough opponent this time.

My dying wish to take someone down with me is ultimately going to fail.

Just as I was about to give up and close my eyes to wait for death.

The person outside bent down slightly and peeked their face through the gap in the lifted vines.

The outside light shone on his face, finally allowing me to see the person's appearance clearly.

It was a face with a goatee and a Taoist-style hair bun, which looked quite ethereal, but also revealed a shrewd and worldly air between his brows.

When I saw that face clearly, I was completely stunned.

I lifted my heavy eyelids and stared intently at that face.

After a brief period of malfunction, the brain finally came to its senses.

This is… isn’t this the same “Master Qingyun” from the construction site on the outskirts of the city, the one who looked incredibly intimidating but almost got killed by evil spirits after his ritual went out of control, and whom I had to save in the end?!

I couldn't believe my eyes.

How did this charlatan who pretends to be a ghost on the construction site suddenly appear in the deep mountains and forests on the border of Hunan and Hubei?

Moreover, that skill of swatting away the flying bone needles with one hand and catching the black knife between two fingers just now...

This guy is truly a hidden master!

Just as I was filled with questions and too shocked to speak,

After Qingyunzi saw the dusty face peeking through the crack, his previously unfathomable eyes widened suddenly, and he unabashedly uttered a curse:

"Holy crap, it's you, kid?!"

This extremely down-to-earth exclamation instantly shattered the tense and deadly atmosphere that had just been building.

After exclaiming in surprise, he quickly pulled his face back and loosened his grip on the black knife.

About two seconds later, before I could recover from the huge contrast, Qingyunzi leaned in halfway again.

He reached out the hand that had just swatted away the flying bone needle, grabbed my tattered jacket collar, and yanked me out.

"Cough cough cough..."

His rough handling aggravated my wound, causing me to cough violently a few times. My legs went weak, and I almost knelt on the ground.

Qingyunzi reacted quickly, grabbing my arm and helping me regain my balance.

"Master... what are you doing here?"

I asked, panting heavily and in a hoarse voice.

Qingyunzi didn't answer my question immediately, but instead gestured to the side with his chin.

I turned my head in the direction of his gaze, and my pupils contracted sharply again.

Less than two meters away from us, the two Dan Realm cultivators who had previously driven me to the brink of despair were now standing motionless in the same spot.

They remained in that wary, probing posture, their weapons gripped tightly in their hands.

However, their eyes became utterly empty, as if they had lost their souls.

Right in the center of their foreheads, each of them had a yellow talisman covered with intricate cinnabar runes neatly affixed to it.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

But the two yellow talismans seemed to have taken root, sticking to their foreheads without moving.

These two Dan Realm experts, who would be able to roam freely in a small place, were now like two sealed zombies, unable to emit even a trace of internal energy.

Seeing this, cold sweat broke out on my back again.

Just how deep is Qingyunzi's hidden skill?

You should know that even though I was hiding in the gap, the sensor network was always on.

However, in those short two or three minutes, he not only approached the place silently.

Without me even noticing, they effortlessly dealt with these two experts at the Dan realm.

There wasn't even the slightest sound of fighting or the clash of internal energies.

If he had tried to kill me just now, I probably wouldn't even know how I died.

Looking at Qingyunzi, who was stroking his goatee with his hand and looked constipated, my opinion of him instantly changed drastically.

This is no ordinary charlatan; he is clearly a top-tier expert who is pretending to be weak while actually possessing unfathomable strength!

At this moment, Qingyunzi had no idea of ​​the turmoil raging within me.

He supported my swaying body with one hand, looking rather disgusted, while his fingers flew across the air, rapidly calculating something.

As he calculated, he wore a pained expression, grimacing in frustration.

He continued to curse and swear without any regard for his image, muttering incessantly:

"That's not right. Before I left home, I carefully cast a divination. The divination indicated that I should have a great opportunity in the back mountain of Qing Shi Town today."

I eagerly came over to join the fun.

How come I haven't even seen a glimpse of this opportunity, but instead bumped into this unlucky kid?

"Is God playing a joke on me?!"

Listening to his incessant complaints in my ear, I felt as if even breathing was like swallowing a knife.

I thought to myself, since they don't want to talk to me, I'll use the energy I have left to do something else.