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

The moment I pushed open the door, I glanced at the corner of the office area out of the corner of my eye.

A logistics staff member who usually doesn't talk much quietly took out his phone and went into the restroom.

The fish has taken the bait.

I went out the gate, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the abandoned brickyard on the outskirts of the city.

That was the route I planned to take to "escape".

The car was driving very steadily, but I could sense that there were several cars following at a distance.

I touched the wooden box in my arms; inside was just an ordinary brick.

"Driver, just stop at the intersection ahead, I'll walk the rest of the way myself."

I paid the fare, got off the bus, and walked into the overgrown brickyard with the box in my hand.

The wind was strong at night, rustling the dry grass around us.

I stopped in the middle of the open space, placed the box on the ground, and slowly pulled the scalpel from my sleeve.

"Since you've already followed me here, there's no need to hide anymore."

I turned around and looked at the several figures slowly emerging from the darkness, my tone calm.

"Gentlemen, if you want this fragment of human skin, you'll have to leave some money for passage, won't you?"

The wind in the brickyard suddenly stopped, and there was a deathly silence all around.

I held my scalpel and watched as five people slowly emerged from the shadows.

The leader was a gaunt old man, dressed in a black traditional Chinese jacket, and leaning on a long, jet-black cane.

At the tip of the staff was an eyeball the size of an infant's fist, which was now strangely rotating.

The old man's aura seemed even more profound than that of the people in the shadow puppet theater during the day; he was clearly no ordinary person.

"The Shadow Sect's actions are faster than I expected. They've even mobilized elders. They really think highly of me."

As I spoke slowly and deliberately, the malevolent energy beneath my feet began to flow gently through my meridians.

The Shaoze acupoint on my left little finger is throbbing with pain; it's the evil energy yearning for blood.

The elder didn't refute, but instead gave a sinister laugh: "Chen Yang, hand over the Ghost Gate Guide and the Shadow Puppet Diagram, and I might consider leaving you with a complete corpse, so you can be reincarnated as a corpse stitcher in your next life."

"That won't do, I haven't lived enough in this life yet."

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly ducked down, and the willow-leaf knife in my hand drew a pale blue arc, directly slashing at the assassin closest to me.

The assassin's body swayed like ripples on water, and he instantly transformed into a blur, disappearing into the shadows on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black hand suddenly emerged from the shadows behind me, its five fingers forming claws, and grabbed straight for the back of my head.

"Those who play with shadows always use the same tricks."

Without even turning my head, I flicked my right hand, and three silver needles shot out using the technique of the Stitching Spirit.

"Ding ding ding!"

The silver needle didn't pierce the object; instead, it stuck into the shadow behind me.

The once incredibly agile black image was now a fish nailed to the deck, writhing wildly but unable to escape the ground.

"The Ghost Needle, sewing up the spirit but not the flesh, old sir, how does it taste?"

I chuckled softly, touched the ground with my toes, and shot towards the elder like an arrow released from a bow.

The elder's expression changed, and he slammed his black staff on the ground, shouting, "Thousand Shadow Bind!"

In an instant, countless black tentacles emerged from the shadows of the broken walls surrounding the brick kiln, densely wrapping around me.

These tentacles were not only extremely sticky, but also emitted a nauseating stench, clearly some kind of secret technique of the Shadow Sect.

I took a deep breath, and the malevolent energy within my body instantly surged forth.

"Clad in...half armor!"

I didn't dare to activate the full form of the Demon-Covering Technique; I only covered my arms and the blade with demonic energy.

The scalpel was instantly enveloped in a layer of black mist. I spun around frantically, and the blade shredded those dark tentacles to shreds!

After the shadow shattered, it turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated, but it quickly reformed under the elder's control.

Just then, a blinding white light pierced the darkness from the top of the abandoned chimney in the distance.

That was a signal sent by Lu Yan.

Immediately afterwards, a dense chorus of incantations came from all directions.

This time, Lu Yan brought not an ordinary special operations team, but special operations personnel from the Folklore Bureau.

In other words, they were all elites who knew magic.

According to Lu Yan, many of them were her fellow disciples from Longhu Mountain.

Any one of these people could easily solve a small paranormal incident on their own.

At this moment, they were wearing combat uniforms painted with talismans and holding specially made magic flags, and quickly set up a Zhengyi exorcism array.

The originally dense shadows began to shrink rapidly under the golden light of the array.

"Chen Yang, get out of the way!"

Lu Yan's voice came from above, and then she accurately threw a round ball emitting red light into the center of the battlefield.

That's "Cinnabar Thunder".

boom!

Red smoke instantly spread out. This cinnabar was prepared using a secret method and had a fatal restraining effect on the Yin-based techniques of the Shadow Sect.

The Shadow Sect's elite assassins let out piercing screams as their shadows dissolved in the red smoke, revealing their true forms as they writhed on the ground, clutching their faces in agony.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the elder's eyes flashed with a ruthless look. He suddenly bit off the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the black staff's eyeball.

"Shadow Fiend Descends!"

The eyeball instantly swelled and became bloodshot, transforming into a huge, blood-red single eye that stared intently at me.

I felt a terrifying mental shock pierce my mind, and the scene before my eyes began to distort, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in my ears.

"Trying to unsettle me?"

I bit my tongue hard, and at that moment, the cool sensation that had been lingering between my eyebrows started circulating wildly on its own.

With both factors combined, I woke up almost instantly.

Then, I poured almost two-thirds of my body's malevolent energy into it and suddenly unleashed a black bone needle with my right hand.

"Gate of Hell, seal it!"

The bone needle, infused with malevolent energy, transformed into a dark afterimage, piercing directly through the blood-red single eye.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled thud, the eyeball exploded, turning into foul-smelling black liquid that splashed all over the ground.

The Shadow Sect elder screamed in agony, as if struck by lightning, and was sent flying backward, crashing into the broken wall and coughing up blood.

At this moment, Lu Yan also rushed up with her people and skillfully used specially made demon-sealing chains to lock these people up.

"Chen Yang, are you alright?"

Lu Yan walked quickly to my side and looked me up and down.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

I shook my head and wiped the blood off my face.

Just then, the walkie-talkie on Lu Yan's waist rang.

"Report to the Director! The second convoy was intercepted on the cross-river bridge. All the ambushers have been eliminated, and the evidence is safe!"

Meanwhile...we captured the mole who was directing operations on site.

Lu Yan pressed the intercom, her eyes turning cold: "Who is it?"

"It's Wang Qiang from the logistics department..."

Upon hearing the name, Lu Yan's body stiffened slightly, then she exhaled a long breath and turned to look at me.

"You were right, it really was him..."