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

After putting down my phone again, I took a deep breath.

Although Lu Yan and I spoke casually, we both knew very well that the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes formation was not something an ordinary evil cultivator could easily set up.

That requires a massive amount of Yin energy to support it, and even more so, an extremely precise control over the soul.

That underground palace... is probably not that simple.

This cannot be taken lightly.

I sat cross-legged on the sofa, my hands hanging naturally at my knees, palms facing up.

"call……"

As I adjusted my breathing rhythm, I began to circulate the family's inherited internal energy of malevolent energy.

The inner energy of the Corpse-Sewing lineage does not cultivate righteous energy or seek longevity; instead, it cultivates a kind of "evil energy" forged from piles of corpses.

This kind of malevolent energy is most concentrated in funeral homes these days, in addition to mass burial grounds.

That's why I chose to work here.

It's not just about making a living.

The chilling aura lingering in the surrounding air seemed to be drawn by something, seeping into my pores bit by bit.

The moment these energies entered my meridians, they were crushed and devoured by the black vortex in my dantian, transforming into the purest malevolent energy to repair the deficit left by the battle earlier.

This feeling is uncomfortable, like countless ants crawling in your blood vessels, with a slight stinging and cold sensation.

But I'm used to it.

As my internal energy circulated, the meridian on my left little finger, which had been stitched together with malevolent energy, also began to pulsate.

The black bone needle was held between my fingers, and with each breath, it emitted an extremely faint tremor, as if resonating with the malevolent energy within my body.

What exactly is this bone needle?

"Looks like I'll have to find some time to really think about this thing."

As I thought to myself, I gradually entered a state of complete absorption in my breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps came from outside the lounge door.

I slowly opened my eyes, and a glint of dark light flashed and disappeared deep within my pupils.

My internal energy has recovered to about 50-60%, which is enough.

I got up, straightened my collar, and went to open the door.

Standing at the door was Lu Yan.

She wasn't wearing her uniform today, but rather a sleek black windbreaker, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, making her look capable and aloof.

"It's pretty fast."

Lu Yan looked me up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment on my somewhat pale face.

"Are you injured?"

"I'm a little tired, but it's nothing."

I smiled and stepped aside to make way.

"Director Lu, this is quite a large operation."

Lu Yan walked into the room and, without any ceremony, pulled out a chair, sat down, and took out a tablet computer from her pocket, handing it to me.

"Take a look at this. This is a thermal imaging image of the underground palace that the monitoring department sent back half an hour ago."

I took it and frowned slightly.

On the screen, the area underground in the ancient town of Chengbei appeared as a deep blue.

In the deep blue center, however, there were countless red dots of light, moving about erratically.

"These red dots are..."

"It is a living creature."

Lu Yan's voice was as cold as ice, "Or something with high heat...

Furthermore, we detected extremely high concentrations of residual corpse gas in the surrounding area.

I handed the tablet back and said softly, "It seems this matter is definitely more complex than just the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes."

Lu Yan stood up, her eyes sharp: "No matter what's down there, since they're running wild on Jiangcheng's territory, I have to take care of it."

Chen Yang, are you ready? The car is outside.

I patted the lancet in my pocket.

"I'm available anytime."

A black SUV sped along the national highway, the scenery on both sides gradually changing from high-rise buildings to withered farmland and low-rise houses.

About forty minutes later, a roadblock appeared at the intersection ahead.

Several traffic police officers wearing reflective vests were directing traffic and turning back private cars and tour buses that were trying to head towards the ancient town.

A huge blue sign with white lettering stands by the roadside: "Road ahead has collapsed and is under repair. Geological exploration work is in progress. Passage is prohibited."

Lu Yan lowered the car window and showed a black ID to the traffic police at the checkpoint.

The traffic policeman glanced at it, immediately stood at attention, saluted, and moved the roadblock.

The car drove straight in, onto the asphalt road leading to the ancient town.

The further you go in, the more unsettling the atmosphere becomes.

What should have been a bustling tourist attraction was now deathly silent.

"It seems the bureau reacted faster than I expected."

I looked out the window and saw a heavily armed special police officer patrolling every few dozen meters.

In a more secluded corner, I also saw some figures dressed in plain clothes, holding compasses or rulers.

"That's the rule."

Lu Yan withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "Once a folk disaster of level B or above is detected, a physical blockade must be completed within half an hour."

What lies beneath this ancient town is no ordinary thing. If it's not sealed off, the leaked corpse fumes alone could turn this area into a plague zone.

The car finally stopped in front of the ancient town's archway.

This place has been converted into a temporary command center.

Several camouflage-painted communication vehicles were parked in the square, their huge satellite antennas pointing towards the sky.

Dozens of fully armed operatives were preparing their equipment. They carried not only modern assault rifles, but also cinnabar detonators and black dog blood spray on their tactical vests.

Lu Yan and I got out of the car.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I felt a chill creep up from the soles of my shoes.

The aura was mixed, containing not only the musty smell of the deep underground, but also an unsettling atmosphere.

"What a chaotic atmosphere."

I squinted and looked into the depths of the ancient town.

To the average person, the place might just seem a bit gloomy.

But in my eyes, the ancient town was shrouded in a layer of gray mist, and in the center of that mist, a dark red beam of light shot straight into the sky.

Although dim, it still exudes an eerie aura.

That's the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes Formation, but it doesn't look like it's fully formed yet.

Before I had taken two steps, I spotted a familiar face behind a stone lion on the street corner.

He was standing in front of two members of the Folklore Bureau, smiling obsequiously as he spoke.

I walked over, surprised, and said, "Boss Jin? Why haven't you left yet?"

Jin Wanliang was so frightened that he almost dropped the prayer beads in his hand.

He turned his head, and when he saw it was me, a smile that looked worse than crying finally appeared on his pale, fat face.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Chen! You've finally arrived. I was trying to leave, but I've been caught red-handed."

He glanced at the two members of the Folklore Bureau, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

I turned my head to look at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan turned slightly to avoid my gaze, and coughed awkwardly, "Ahem... routine check, alright, alright, once his identity is confirmed, let him go."

The two members of the Folklore Bureau responded and then lifted the restrictions on Jin Wanliang.

After the folklore bureau members left, Jin Wanliang leaned closer to me and whispered, "Brother Chen, take my advice, the water down here is bottomless."

Now that the Lin family's matter is settled, shall we call it a day?

Looking at his expression, as if he wished he could disappear immediately, I smiled and said, "The Lin family's matter is over, but my matter is not."

I can't sleep until I take down the person who set up this trap.

After saying that, I changed the subject: "Boss Jin, you're very well-informed, haven't you heard who's buried down there?"