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

Lu Yan paused for a moment, turned to look at me, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

"Didn't Lin Heng's construction team dig out a main entrance on the south side?"

I pointed to the other end of the ancient town, "Go in from there, and you'll find the main axis of the underground palace."

I brought a few knowledgeable people, along with array plates and materials, and started repairing it from the inside out.

"You stay outside and keep watch. If we get wiped out inside, you can provide backup so we don't all perish."

Lu Yan remained silent for a moment. She was a smart person and knew that this was the safest option at present. She also understood that now was not the time to hesitate.

She took a deep breath and gave the instructions into the walkie-talkie:

"One group will remain at the position! The special operations team will leave the members to maintain the formation, and the rest of you, take the Dragon Suppression Stakes and Soul Stabilizing Talismans, and assemble at the southern construction entrance!"

As the on-site commander, Chen Yang's orders are my orders. Do you understand?

"Understood!" came a unified low shout from the walkie-talkie.

Three minutes later, I stood on the edge of a deep pit on the south side of the ancient town.

This was originally the foundation for Lin Heng's plan to build a high-rise hotel, but now a huge hole has been torn open.

The sloping passageway was paved with simple wooden planks, and the emergency lights hanging on both sides flickered under the corrosive influence of the corpse's aura.

There were four people standing behind me; these were the elite troops that Lu Yan had assigned to me.

The leader was a burly man in his thirties named Zhao Tie, a body cultivator who practiced external martial arts, and he carried a huge alloy shield on his back.

Beside him was a bespectacled, refined young man named Zhou Ming, an outer disciple of the Zhengyi sect of Longhu Mountain, who was clutching a thick stack of yellow talismans in his hand.

The remaining two were in charge of logistics and reconnaissance. They were efficient in their movements and had a fierce look in their eyes, as if they had seen blood.

"Everyone, let me make this clear from the start."

I turned around and looked at these elites from the Folklore Bureau, speaking in a calm tone.

"Not only are there some unknown evil creatures in this underground palace, but there is also a wicked cultivator who can weave clothes from hundreds of ghosts hiding in the shadows."

That guy was ruthless and vicious; once he entered the underground palace, he had a slim chance of survival.

If you don't want to go, you can withdraw now.

"Don't worry, Consultant Chen, our Folklore Bureau isn't just sitting around doing nothing."

Zhao Tie patted the shield on his chest and replied in a gruff voice.

I nodded, said no more, and drew the willow-leaf knife from my pocket, becoming the first to step onto the plank road leading into the depths of darkness.

The temperature inside the passageway was at least ten degrees lower than outside. The malevolent energy within my body automatically and frantically circulated, resisting the pervasive malice from all around.

"Zhou Ming, put up the talismans. Every ten steps, put up an 'exorcism talisman' on the wall. We need to leave ourselves a way out."

"Okay."

Zhou Ming responded and moved extremely quickly, the yellow talisman flashing a faint golden light in the darkness.

Just as we descended about fifty meters underground, the passage suddenly came to an end, and a magnificent blue stone hall appeared in front of us.

The dome of the main hall is inlaid with countless fluorites that emit a faint green light, illuminating the scene below.

It was a huge, circular stage.

Unlike the wooden stage on the ground, this stage was entirely made of white bones.

Countless mummified corpses dressed in tattered theatrical costumes knelt around the stage like a dense swarm of ants.

Above the stage, a figure with blood-red threads wrapped around its body floated.

I looked up and saw that he was wearing a sewn-on human skin mask.

I squinted, judging from his aura, this person must be the evil cultivator who laid out the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes.

"It's finally here..."

Before I could even stand properly, the people on the stage started to speak.

His overlapping voice echoed in the hall, as if countless people were speaking at the same time, "Corpse slayer... your soul is very special."

Using it as nourishment, I'm sure I can sew the most perfect robe of a hundred demons.

I tightened my grip on the knife, and the black bone needle trembled slightly at my sleeve.

"Want my soul? You'll have to ask this knife in my hand if it agrees first."

As soon as I finished speaking, I pushed off with my feet, and my whole body turned into a blur, rushing straight towards the blood-red figure.

"Weave together a tapestry of demons as the warp and human skin as the weft!"

With a strange howl from the evil cultivator, the countless blood-red threads that were originally suspended in mid-air instantly tightened.

In an instant, those blood streaks seemed to come alive, sweeping wildly towards us.

"Zhao Tie, hold the line! Zhou Ming, use fire talismans to seal the flanks!"

I shifted my feet, my body moving sideways like a ghost, while the willow-leaf knife in my hand emitted a dark, malevolent aura, and with a clang, it pierced through a cluster of blood that was shooting towards my face.

"roar!"

Zhao Tie let out a roar and slammed the alloy shield into the ground. He stood like an unshakeable iron tower, blocking the way at the very front.

Puff puff puff—!

Countless lines of blood crashed against the shield, sending sparks flying.

"Advisor Chen, this thing is incredibly powerful; I can't last much longer!"

Zhao Tie gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his legs slid back several inches by the enormous impact, plowing two white marks on the bluestone floor.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Fire Dragon Talisman, arise!"

Zhou Ming reacted quickly, holding three crimson talismans in each hand and flinging them out to the sides.

The talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air, transforming into six roaring, tiny fire snakes that sizzled and burned the blood lines that were trying to bypass the shield and launch a sneak attack.

A burnt smell immediately filled the air.

Taking advantage of the few seconds they gained, I had already pushed the evil energy within me to its limit.

I could sense that the core of the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes Formation deep within the underground palace was frantically drawing in the surrounding corpse energy.

The dried corpses kneeling below the stage were now shriveling up one by one.

"Cover me!"

I let out a low shout, stomped my right foot hard on the ground, and used the recoil to propel myself into the air, stepping on the edge of Zhao Tie's shield.

"You ignorant brat!"

The evil cultivator laughed as he saw me charging straight at him.

He slammed his hands together, and the blood lines that had been spreading out instantly receded, forming a huge blood-red vortex in the center of the hall, trying to crush me inside.

"open!"

I made a sword-finger gesture with my left hand, and the black bone needle in my sleeve hummed and transformed into a thin, almost imperceptible black light that shot out.

Wherever the black light passed, those incredibly tough blood lines snapped.

I passed through the gap in the crimson vortex, and the willow-leaf dagger was thrust out, the baleful aura condensed on its blade already extremely dense.

"Break!"

I slashed at the defensive layer in front of the evil cultivator, a barrier he had created by weaving dozens of blood threads to prevent me from blocking him.

boom!

A huge shockwave exploded in mid-air, and I felt an extremely cold force rebounding back along the blade, making my hands go numb and my chest feel tight.

But instead of retreating, I used the recoil to flip over in the air, my left hand spreading its five fingers, and I don't know when, but I had already pinched four tiny silver needles between my fingers.

"Zhou Ming, use lightning and fire suppression!"

I roared.