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

"My ancestors, how dare I inquire about such things!"

Jin Wanliang waved his hand like a rattle drum.

"All I know is that this place used to be called Duantou Town, and it was renamed later."

Alright, Brother Chen, Director Lu is keeping an eye on things over there. I, as an unofficial staff member, shouldn't cause any more trouble here.

Take care, and let's meet at Tingyuxuan sometime.

After saying that, he moved with surprising agility for a fat man, jumped into the car, and sped away along the newly opened emergency lane.

I turned my gaze away and looked at Lu Yan, who had already reached the end of the main street.

She stood beneath the most famous "Hundred Longevity Archway" in the ancient town, holding a specially made tactical flashlight in her hand, observing several faint black and red lines in the air.

The threads seemed to be alive, wriggling slightly in the sunlight. Whenever an agent from the Folklore Bureau approached, the threads would suddenly tighten, making a screeching sound like fingernails scraping against glass.

"Chen Yang, come and take a look."

Lu Yan didn't turn around, her tone as cold as ice, "These things have already spread to the memorial archway."

If they are not completely eradicated, they will spread like parasites along the dragon vein of the ancient town towards the urban area of ​​Jiangcheng.

The key to this "Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes" formation is behind this archway.

I stepped forward, my nostrils twitching slightly, and the stench of blood mixed with a sweet, putrid smell grew even stronger.

"That heretical cultivator is quite clever."

Looking at the stone carvings on the base of the archway that were smeared with corpse oil, I explained softly, "He used the yin energy from the collapse of the underground palace to turn this archway into a loom."

Each red thread is formed from the resentment of a wronged soul.

What he wanted to weave was not ordinary clothing, but a ghost skin that could deceive the heavens and conceal secrets.

However, I broke his spell at the cemetery earlier, and he suffered a backlash. This formation is now out of control and has begun indiscriminately devouring the surrounding life force.

Lu Yan snorted coldly and suddenly raised her right hand.

"Attention everyone, prepare your lightning protection charms!"

The four operators behind her quickly dispersed, deftly pulling out four metal spheres engraved with lightning patterns from their tactical vests and placing them in the four corners of the archway.

"Chen Yang, you're in charge of breaking the threads, and I'll take care of the shockwave."

Lu Yan looked at me with an undeniable determination in her eyes, "Although my lightning magic is domineering, dealing with these tiny threads of resentment is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito."

You're skilled at sewing corpses.

"Can you handle the delicate work?"

I didn't say anything, but simply slipped the black bone needle out of my sleeve.

The malevolent energy flowed through his fingertips, and the bone needle emitted a slight buzzing sound. The originally dull surface instantly revealed a layer of dark luster.

"rest assured."

I replied, lightly touched the ground with my toes, and glided to the bottom of the archway.

"Charge!"

With a sharp shout from Lu Yan, she formed hand seals and rapidly chanted an incantation: "Nine Heavens respond, thunder and fire burn the city, so be it!"

Boom—!

Despite the bright sunshine, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down from the top of the archway.

The four metal spheres lit up instantly, forming a transparent electric grid that trapped all the black and red threads within a ten-meter radius.

The sizzling sound was incessant as the threads struggled wildly under the scorching light of the lightning, and the surrounding air was instantly filled with a burnt smell.

Right now.

My eyes narrowed, and I raised my right hand.

The black bone needle transformed into a streak of black light, piercing into the thickest red thread node.

"Ghost Needle, seal the acupoint!"

I gave a low shout, flicked my fingertips, and the murderous aura surged into the bone needles like a tide.

The red thread seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, instantly turning from dark red to deathly gray, and then breaking off piece by piece.

I moved like lightning, quickly weaving through the narrow gaps in the electric grid.

With each stitch, a thick mass of resentment is forcibly sewn up and dissolved.

I could vaguely sense that behind each thread lay a painful, distorted human face.

All the faces were those of young women... their mouths agape, silently pleading.

I sighed inwardly, but my hands moved without the slightest hesitation.

Killing is easy, but saving a soul is difficult.

If their souls have not yet been merged with this formation, these souls may still have a chance to be reincarnated.

But now, they have become part of the formation, and all I can do is give them a quick death.

But at the same time, my murderous intent intensified.

As I snapped the last main string with a bone needle, the entire archway trembled violently.

The dark red pillar of light that had been shooting straight into the sky seemed to have lost its support and collapsed instantly, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.

Lu Yan withdrew her fingerprints, and the lightning disappeared.

She looked at the gray powder scattered on the ground, her brow still furrowed.

"This is just the remnant of the outer perimeter."

She walked up to me and looked at the deep street behind the archway that led to the ancient town's stage. "The real source is under the stage."

Chen Yang, when you were breaking the formation just now, did you sense anything was wrong?

I put away the bone needles, feeling the depleted malevolent energy within my body, and spoke calmly.

"have."

"The sound of opera singing."

I paused, a shadow of gloom flashing in my eyes. "Besides, that tune sounds familiar to me."

That was Grandpa's favorite piece to listen to when he was alive—"The Hall of Execution."

After exchanging a glance with Lu Yan, we continued forward.

Once you pass through the archway, the suffocating sense of oppression actually lessens.

The streets of the ancient town are not wide, and there are wooden buildings with closed doors and windows on both sides.

We tried to walk as quietly as possible, with only the dull sound of our tactical boots hitting the bluestone slabs.

Turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up.

That was the central square of the ancient town, where a three-story ancient stage with upturned eaves stood prominently in front of it.

The pillars of the stage were painted with vermilion lacquer, and although some of it had peeled off, the grandeur of its former days was still evident.

At that moment, everyone's steps seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they all stopped abruptly.

The two young agents behind Lu Yan gasped, instinctively raising the muzzles of their guns until their knuckles turned white from the force.

"What is that..." Lu Yan's voice was soft, but it carried a chill.

There were people on the stage.

No, to be precise, they were five "people" dressed in full costumes.

In the very center sat a martial arts performer dressed in a yellow python robe, with a flag on his back, his face painted with black and white painted faces, and holding a prop sword in his hand.

To his left, kneeling, was a female role performer dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, her long water sleeves trailing on the ground.

They are not living people.

Even from twenty meters away, I could clearly see that the skin under the python robe was a dark purple color, clinging tightly to the bones.

The painted face was even more horrifying, with sunken eye sockets that looked like two black holes, and dry, shrunken lips that revealed two rows of gleaming white teeth.

These are several mummified corpses that have been dead for at least several decades.