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

I put away my scalpel, turned around, and waved to the hearse.

"It's alright, let's keep going."

Lin Heng and the driver in the hearse were completely dumbfounded.

Especially Lin Heng, the black blood in the porcelain bowl in his hand has calmed down, and the blood jade cicada, which was originally eerily red, has also dimmed considerably.

"Master Chen... those things from earlier..."

Lin Heng pushed open the car door and got out, his legs still twitching. Looking at the black ash all over the ground, his eyes were full of awe.

"A little brat blocking the way is nothing."

I said calmly.

"However, this is just the beginning; we must be extra careful from here on out."

Back in the car, I signaled to the driver to keep going.

The hearse drove smoothly on the road again. Although the fog had not completely dissipated, the oppressive feeling had disappeared.

Lin Heng sat in front, not daring to say a word, only dripping black blood out the window.

I leaned back in my chair, my right hand unconsciously reaching for the black bone needle in my pocket.

When I was breaking the formation, I felt the bone needles getting slightly hot, as if they were very interested in the resentment on those paper figures.

"It seems there are quite a few uses for this treasure that I don't know about."

I closed my eyes and began to ponder.

Lin Yue's burial plot is in the Chengbei Cemetery.

There's another problem there.

Lin Yue's body was not cremated, nor could it be cremated.

She was killed by evil magic and was also one of the targets of the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes Formation.

At this moment, the soul definitely did not go down to report normally; it may even have been drawn away by the formation.

I have to retrieve her soul; the body is the most important anchor point for guiding the soul.

Only by severing the connection between her and the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes can the Lin family be saved.

However, the person behind the scenes will definitely not sit idly by and watch me ruin his plans.

Another fierce battle is yet to come.

Time passed slowly, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The hearse slowly drove into the gate of the North City Cemetery, and at my command, it did not stop for a moment.

I only asked the driver to stop when we were halfway up the hill in front of the cemetery.

The road ahead is all dirt road; cars can't drive through.

I pushed open the car door and got out, and Lin Heng followed suit, climbing out of the car and tightly clutching the porcelain bowl in his arms.

"Mr. Lin, tell everyone to hurry up and bury him properly."

I gave the instructions in a low voice. The situation was special, and I couldn't worry about formalities.

Eight young members of the Lin family carried a large black lacquered coffin, their heavy steps leading to the pre-dug pit.

I stood at the edge of the pit and whispered two words.

"Lower the coffin!"

At my command, the coffin landed steadily in the ground.

"Fill in the soil."

When the last shovelful of soil was used to cover the grave, forming a round mound, I felt the ground beneath my feet tremble slightly.

This is the earth's energy returning after the deceased is laid to rest.

I took a deep breath and pulled the black bone needle out of my pocket.

The moment the bone needle came into contact with the yin energy of the cemetery, the dark patterns on its surface began to flow subtly, as if something inside was awakening.

"Mr. Lin, place the Blood Jade Cicada on the grave."

With trembling hands, Lin Heng placed the jade cicada, which had turned from red to black, onto the fresh soil.

I sat cross-legged, closed my eyes, and formed an extremely complex mudra with my hands in front of my chest.

The malevolent energy surged wildly through my meridians, no longer a gentle trickle, but like a flood bursting its banks, rushing outwards.

"North of Jiangcheng, ten thousand graves gather, their souls returning!"

I gave a soft shout.

In that instant, a sudden gust of wind swept through the once peaceful cemetery.

Countless gray-white phantoms flashed between the tombstones. They were the lonely ghosts in the cemetery, which I forcibly suppressed with the fierce and malevolent aura of the Corpse-Sewing lineage, borrowing their "yin power".

This is why I insisted on burying Lin Yue in a public cemetery.

This immense yin energy, guided by me, was like an invisible giant hand, suddenly reaching into the void and grabbing towards the ancient town in the distance to the north of the city.

"Hmph! What kind of charlatan dares to try and steal my soul?"

A sinister voice suddenly echoed in my mind, making my soul tremble.

That's the other side's warlock.

I didn't say anything, but the corners of my mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

With a sudden flick of his right hand, the black bone needle flew out and hovered in mid-air.

"Ghost Needle, open!"

The bone needle emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and a thin black line extended from the end of the needle, piercing directly into the void in front of it.

In an instant, I "saw" that somewhere dozens of miles away, Lin Yue's soul was being bound by countless blood-red threads.

Those threads were drilling into her soul, trying to turn her into a part of that "gown".

I suddenly opened my eyes, a murderous aura rising within them.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, the black bone needles traced mysterious trajectories in the air.

"Break!"

The bone needle trembled violently.

I manipulated the bone needles, precisely severing the thickest bloodline wrapped around Lin Yue's soul's neck.

"ah--!"

In the scene in her mind, a scream came from around Lin Yue's soul, clearly indicating that the other party had suffered a backlash.

I kept moving, the bone needles leaving black afterimages as they swiftly moved around Lin Yue's soul.

With each needle strike, a blood-red array connection was severed.

Until the last thread of Lin Yue's soul was severed, I slammed my hand on the ground.

"Lin Yue, get back to your position immediately!"

A moment later, a phantom figure, guided by black bone needles, flew swiftly back from a distance.

That was Lin Yue's soul, now wrapped in countless broken red threads, its eyes vacant.

"You dare ruin my grand plan! You're dead!"

The sinister voice let out its final roar, and then the opposing force receded like a tide.

Knowing they couldn't get it back, the other party chose to cut their losses and survive.

Lin Yue's soul floated lightly down to the grave, glanced at Lin Heng who was slumped on the ground, a trace of longing in her eyes, and then transformed into a white light and disappeared into the tomb.

I stood up and grabbed the black bone needle that was falling from the sky.

At that moment, the blood jade cicada placed on the grave suddenly made a crisp "crack" sound.

The jade body, which was originally blood-red, was instantly covered with fine cracks.

A plume of extremely foul-smelling black smoke billowed out from inside, then dissipated in the wind.

"Mr. Lin, look at your neck."

I walked over to Lin Heng, my tone returning to calm.

Lin Heng quickly pulled open his collar.

He took out his phone and used the screen as a mirror, and saw that the purplish-red bloodstain that had looked like it was about to strangle him was now fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, it disappeared completely, leaving only a thin layer of skin folds.

"Gone... really gone!"

Lin Heng touched his neck, his tone a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Afterwards, he looked at Lin Yue's new grave and burst into tears.

This man, who once held immense power in Jiangcheng's business world, was now crying like a child.

I didn't disturb him; I just looked up into the distance.

The sun has already risen.

Golden sunlight shone on the cemetery, dispelling the last wisps of mist.

But I know this isn't over yet.