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

My body, at this moment, is like a parched riverbed that has finally received rain after a long drought.

Previously in the mine, in order to resist the high temperature and the oppression of Shi Jing, the evil energy in my body was completely drained.

During his fight with Shi Jing, he even suffered extensive tears and burns to his meridians.

But now, with the deep dormancy and the nourishment of the jade-colored evil energy generated by the wisp of evil pill on its own, it is able to...

I could clearly feel that the damaged meridians were undergoing some kind of miraculous change.

This is a process of destruction followed by construction.

I tried to use my mind to guide the almost imperceptible trace of malevolent energy within my body.

This trace of malevolent energy was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

However, after it painstakingly completed a small cycle along the meridians in my arms that I had opened using the "Sewing Technique".

To my surprise, its purity was a qualitative leap compared to before I was injured.

Within the originally viscous, mercury-like aura, the barely perceptible jade-colored luster seemed to have become even deeper.

Moreover, as the evil energy circulated through those newly formed meridian walls, it also carried a faint but extremely domineering aura.

This chilling aura gives me the feeling...

It was almost exactly the same as the murderous aura that the black knife fed back after absorbing my heart's blood.

Pure and domineering.

Although it was small, it was like a seed that took deep root in my flesh and blood.

I can even sense that as long as I can get through this period of weakness and restore my evil energy to its peak state, my evil energy power will undergo a complete transformation!

However, at this moment, I did not forcefully circulate that trace of evil energy again, so as not to cause secondary damage to the meridians that had just healed.

I simply felt its faint yet tenacious flow within my body.

The storm is still brewing in Jiangcheng, and the shadow of the guardian of the tripod still looms over the city.

but.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the faint smell of disinfectant in the ward air.

As long as I'm alive, as long as I'm still breathing.

Those debts I owe, those demons and monsters lurking in the shadows plotting against me.

One day, I will use the knife in my hand to settle accounts with them, one by one.

Night was falling.

I gathered my thoughts and relaxed my body again.

I let that cool breeze envelop my consciousness, slowly sinking into a dreamless slumber, accumulating the power to break free and be reborn.

……

For the next few days, I stayed quietly in the intensive care unit of this private hospital in Xingcheng, cooperating fully with the doctor's arrangements for various examinations and treatments.

During this period, I did not try to force my body to work harder in an attempt to return to my peak condition in one fell swoop.

But every morning and evening, I would lie peacefully in my hospital bed.

Guiding the wisp of malevolent energy that had been painstakingly re-condensed within the body, it circulated slowly and completely along the meridians of the entire body, completing a grand cycle.

This is a truly wonderful experience.

Those meridians that were forcibly torn apart by Shi Jing in Qing Shi Town became wider and more resilient than before in the process of being destroyed and then rebuilt.

The newly generated malevolent energy within me, though still pitifully small in quantity, has undergone a qualitative leap in quality compared to the previous malevolent energy.

With the combined effects of modern medical techniques, the refreshing aura between my eyebrows, and this pure, malevolent energy, my recovery speed was astonishing.

Just four or five days later, I had completely left that hospital bed, regained my normal mobility, and could move freely in the ward and even the corridor.

The large area of ​​burns on his back had even scabbed over and was in the process of peeling off.

What makes me most gratified is that the knife wound on my chest, which was originally so deep that it almost killed me, has now healed to a great extent.

A thick layer of dark red scab has now formed on the wound, and it only hurts a little when it is accidentally touched occasionally.

During that time, Lu Yan sent me a message once.

In her message, she told me that the local folk customs bureau in Hunan Province had conducted a thorough search of the courtyard where Shi Jing lived under the alias "Shi Cuishan" in Qingshi Town.

Unfortunately, the place has already been cleaned up completely.

Apart from some common blacksmithing tools and household waste, no valuable clues were left behind.

As for the alloy box I brought with me containing century-old icy iron and millennium-old ebony wood, it has naturally vanished without a trace and is most likely never to be found again.

My car, on the other hand, was completely undamaged, and Lu Yan had already arranged for someone to transport it back to Jiangcheng for me.

Upon seeing the message, I casually replied with "Received, thanks for your hard work," without feeling particularly surprised.

My heart wasn't stirred by much emotion.

This result was exactly what I expected.

We can't expect that such a rare and precious treasure, once it falls into the hands of the enemy, can be retrieved intact, can we?

Looking back now, it's kind of funny. I reckon that Shi Jing probably moved those two items away the very night they were handed over.

I'll never be a cargo loader again.

However, if the materials are lost, so be it.

Things are inanimate, but people are alive.

As long as you're alive, you can always get those material possessions back.

Thinking of this, I silently opened the account book that was specially prepared for the guardian of the tripod.

Another new account has been added after Shi Jing's name.

That afternoon, sunlight streamed in through the bright glass windows of the ward, warming me comfortably.

I was sitting on a single sofa next to the hospital bed, holding a cleanly peeled apple and eating it.

This apple was just peeled by Li Qing.

This guy was bored, so he took a regular fruit knife from the hospital and started using apple peeling as a way to practice his wrist control for drawing talismans.

Peeling it round and round, the peel became as thin as a cicada's wing, and it didn't break even once in the process.

"Click."

I took a bite of the crisp apple, just as I was about to discuss with Li Qing whether his peeling technique could be used to inscribe the array plate, when the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Jin Wanliang, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, with a genuine leather briefcase tucked under his arm, strode in.

His chubby face showed signs of fatigue from his journey, but his small eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

"Brother Chen, you're recovering well! You can even eat apples now."

Upon entering, Jin Wanliang greeted him with a smile, casually placed his briefcase on the table, and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"It's alright, I have a solid foundation, I won't die."

I swallowed the apple in my mouth and looked at him, asking.

"Old Jin, judging from your confident demeanor, have you made any progress on the matter involving Boss Lei and Boss Wang?"