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

As soon as I finished speaking, the eight young men exerted their strength together and, with a "hey!" they steadily lifted the black lacquered coffin.

The instant the coffin left the ground, I clearly felt the surrounding mist churn violently, as if something had been disturbed.

The once quiet backyard of the funeral home was suddenly filled with the mournful cawing of crows.

"Wow—wow—"

Several black crows took flight from the treetops in the family quarters, circling above the hearse and lingering there.

I glanced coldly at the crows, and subtly touched the scalpel in my pocket with my right hand.

"Mr. Lin, please get in the car. We'll send Ms. Lin off on her final journey."

I spoke, my voice steady.

The hearse slowly started moving, the red silk cloth stretched straight.

I sat in the back seat of the hearse, closing my eyes to rest.

It was freezing cold inside the carriage; even with the air conditioning on, a chill still seeped into my bones.

Lin Heng sat in the passenger seat, staring intently at the porcelain bowl in his arms.

At each intersection, his hands trembled as he scooped up three drops of black blood with a spoon and let them drip down the crack in the car window.

The moment the black blood hit the ground, I could hear a very faint hissing sound coming from outside the car window.

The hearse drove smoothly through the thick fog; apart from the occasional cawing of crows, the world was eerily quiet.

But I know this is just the calm before the storm.

The "Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes" formation has already targeted Lin Yue's soul, and the other side will definitely not stand by and watch us send Lin Yue to the cemetery.

Sure enough, something unexpected happened when we reached the third intersection.

The fog, which was previously visible for dozens of meters, suddenly turned pitch black.

The hearse's headlights could only illuminate a distance of less than three meters in the black fog.

"Creak—"

The driver slammed on the brakes and turned around, his face pale.

"Master Chen... there seems to be someone blocking the way ahead."

I opened my eyes and looked through the windshield.

At the edge of the black mist, a large army could be vaguely seen.

That was a wedding procession.

A red sedan chair, red lanterns, red suona horns...

In the thick, dark fog, that splash of red was incredibly glaring.

What's even stranger is that those playing the suona and carrying the sedan chair all had extremely exaggerated blush on their cheeks.

Their faces were deathly pale, and their movements were as stiff as puppets.

Red and white collide.

This is the most taboo thing to do on a funeral procession, not to mention that the other party is not even human.

"Master Chen... what... what's going on?"

Lin Heng was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold the porcelain bowl.

I slowly unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Mr. Lin, stay in the car and don't look up."

I stepped off the hearse, my feet making a crisp sound as they sank into the wet asphalt.

I took out a willow-leaf knife from my pocket, infused it with my inner energy, and the blade gleamed with a faint, cold light in the black mist.

"The road is wide open, everyone goes their own way. Gentlemen, this dress isn't even finished yet, and you're already in such a hurry to steal the bride?"

I spoke slowly to the wedding procession.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reverberated through the black mist, creating visible ripples.

The other party's suona horn suddenly stopped.

All those eyes, painted with the makeup of a dead person, turned to look at me.

Standing at the very front was a matchmaker, her face covered in powder thicker than plaster, her cheeks a deep, purplish-red.

After hearing what I said, it didn't react at all, but just stretched its mouth to an exaggerated angle and stared at me intently.

Seeing this, I lost interest in wasting any more time with them and decided to take action directly.

With a thought, the murderous aura instantly flowed through his meridians into the willow-leaf knife in his palm.

I pushed off with my foot, creating a shallow crater in the asphalt road, and sprang into the eye-catching red.

"court death!"

A scream, indistinguishable between male and female, pierced through the mist, making one's eardrums ache.

The eight paper figures carrying the sedan chair moved extremely fast; with a jerk of their shoulders, the blood-red sedan chair began to spin in mid-air.

The long red ribbons hanging from the four corners resembled venomous snakes, coiling towards me with a whooshing sound.

These red silks are not ordinary cloth; they are evil artifacts woven from the hair and blood of the dead. Once wrapped around a living person, their yang energy will be instantly drained.

I snorted coldly, twisted my body in mid-air, and dodged the first two red ribbons that were pulled out.

He smoothly drew a semicircle with the willow-leaf knife in his hand.

"Break!"

I gave a soft shout.

The malevolent energy burst forth from the tip of the blade, forming a visible black arc of light.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp sound of cloth being torn.

Those several red ribbons that came rushing in were instantly torn apart the moment they touched the willow-leaf knife.

There were no pieces of cloth at the break; instead, streams of black liquid spurted out, making a hissing, corrosive sound as it fell to the ground.

Without stopping, I used the momentum of the forward rush to lower my body and aimed the scalpel in my hand straight at the pole of the large sedan chair.

Once this sedan chair pole is broken, the power of the "Red Demon" will be halved.

"Stop him!"

The matchmaker screamed and pounced on me. Her hands, dry and withered like chicken claws, with nails that had grown three inches long and were as black as ink, went straight for my throat.

Without even lifting my eyelids, I formed my left hand into a fist, gathering my inner energy and fiercely stabbed her palm.

"Get out of here."

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the matchmaker screamed and flew backward. Her originally stiff hands were blasted apart by my evil energy, revealing the white bamboo skeleton inside.

Sure enough, they were all just paper effigies.

I seized the opportunity, my scalpel flying between my fingers, stirring up gusts of cold wind.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Three knives.

The first cut severed the left side of the sedan chair pole.

The second cut shattered the red flowers on the sedan chair's roof.

With my third strike, I poured all my inner energy and malevolent power into the blade and slashed fiercely down at the very center of the sedan chair.

In that instant, I felt as if I could hear countless wronged souls wailing in my ears, and countless faces of people who had died tragically flashed through my mind.

That means someone is trying to use magic to attack my mind.

The cool sensation between my brows suddenly jolted, instantly sweeping away all those distracting thoughts.

"break!"

The blade fell to the ground.

There was no sound of metal clashing against stone; instead, it sounded like a knife cleaving into a pile of paper.

"boom--"

The originally dense, impenetrable black mist was instantly dispersed as if by a gale, retreating wildly in all directions.

The blood-red sedan chair was ignited by the impact of the malevolent energy and eventually turned into a pile of black ash.

The people playing the suona and carrying the sedan chair around them also collapsed to the ground like deflated balloons.

I could see clearly that they were just small, crooked paper figures, each with a blood talisman bearing its birth date and time pasted on it.

The hearse's lights illuminated the road ahead once more.

The thick fog had mostly dissipated, and I stood in the middle of the road, slightly out of breath, feeling the depletion of my internal energy and the malevolent aura within me.

This set of movements looks clean and neat, but it is extremely taxing on the mind.

Especially that last slash, it almost drained 30% of my killing intent.