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

I nodded, stopped talking, and didn't ask any further questions.

Regardless of what organization this heretical cultivator belonged to, he is now dead.

The important thing right now is to deal with the immediate issues.

I changed the subject and asked, "What are your plans to do about the underground palace?"

Now the evil cultivator is dead, the formation is broken, but the stage and the underground palace are still there.

Moreover, I don't believe it's a coincidence that he hid in this underground palace to set up the formation.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan nodded: "I have the same guess. If this evil cultivator's background involves the guardian of the cauldron, it is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision to hide in this underground palace."

They must have their eyes on something in the underground palace.

After a moment of contemplation, she continued, "I will immediately report to the General Administration and request the dispatch of the most professional archaeological team and feng shui master to excavate bit by bit and find out who the owner of this underground palace is."

The Four Symbols Dragon Locking Formation you set up beneath the underground palace will only be effective for a while.

Until reinforcements from headquarters arrive, I will raise the alert level here to the highest level; no one is allowed to live within a three-kilometer radius.

After listening, I felt admiration.

Lu Yan's plan is undoubtedly the best choice at this stage, as it is both professional and reliable.

"Alright, then leave the rest to your professionals."

I dusted myself off and said to Lu Yan, "I need to go back and get some sleep."

This day's work was more exhausting than sewing up ten corpses.

Lu Yan looked at me, her eyes softening slightly: "I'll send a car to take you. Thank you this time, Chen Yang."

If it weren't for you, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems."

I smiled, even though it seemed I hadn't received any money this time either. "By the way, remember to settle my payment for this job later, and also Zhao Tie and the others' bonuses, don't forget them."

Lu Yan rolled her eyes at me, annoyed: "Are you obsessed with money? Don't worry, you'll get your share."

As I boarded the Folklore Bureau's special vehicle, I looked out the window at the ancient stage gradually receding into the distance.

As the sun set, the dried corpses on the stage cast long shadows.

As the vehicle bumped along, the shadows seemed to sway slightly, as if waving goodbye to me, or silently inviting me to visit again.

I touched the black bone needle in my pocket; it was lying there quietly.

Although this trip to the underground palace was dangerous, I did gain something from it.

When those needles pierced into the golden-armored zombie's corpse, I vaguely sensed that the bone needles seemed to have absorbed a trace of extremely pure corpse energy.

This thing seems to be able to evolve by devouring these high-level evil creatures.

The car drove out of the ancient town and onto the main road leading to Jiangcheng city.

I closed my eyes, but my mind was filled with the lyrics of the play "Zhan Jing Tang".

"My dear wife, please don't blame me. It's not that I'm heartless..."

Who was the owner of this underground palace, and what did he experience in his lifetime? Why was such a stage buried underground?

And what was the purpose of that evil cultivator who set up the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes Formation in the underground palace?

These questions are like a tangled mess, swirling in my mind.

But I'm too tired right now, I really don't have the energy to unravel it.

When I got back to my rented room, it was already past six in the evening.

I took off my trench coat and threw it on the sofa, then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming out, I went straight to sleep.

I slept very soundly, and when I opened my eyes again, the clock on the wall was pointing to nine o'clock in the morning.

Sunlight slanted down onto the foot of the bed, and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

I sat up and stretched my shoulders. Although my muscles were still a little sore, the deep-seated fatigue had mostly dissipated.

After washing up, I brought two steamed buns up from downstairs.

After filling my stomach, I sat back down on the sofa and took out the black bone needle from my pocket.

This bone needle was left to me by that mysterious masked man. I have never been able to fully understand how to use it. Most of the time, I just use it as a medium to perform the "Ghost Needle".

But yesterday in the underground palace, when I plunged it into the back of the neck of that golden-armored zombie, I could clearly feel it generating a strange sense of excitement.

I placed the bone needle in my palm and examined it carefully.

The needle, originally as black as ink, now had a faint layer of dark red light. Although it was very faint, it looked somewhat eerie in the sunlight.

I tried to mobilize the trace of malevolent energy that had just recovered in my body and slowly infuse it into the needle.

hum-

The bone needle trembled slightly at my fingertips, emitting an extremely faint ringing sound.

As the inner energy entered, the layer of dark red light began to flow slowly, eventually converging at the tip of the needle.

I felt a cold, violent, yet extremely pure power flowing back from the needle, drilling into my meridians along my fingertips.

"hiss……"

I couldn't help but gasp.

This power is very strong, even more ferocious than my own malevolent energy, but it doesn't repel me. Instead, it seems to be trying to merge with my inner energy.

I closed my eyes and guided this power through a small cycle within my body.

A moment later, I was surprised to find that my Qi Sea, which had been somewhat depleted due to overexertion, was recovering at a rate more than double under the nourishment of this power.

Is this the "corpse aura" it absorbed yesterday?

As an embalmer, I have handled countless corpses and am no stranger to the smell of death.

But ordinary corpse energy comes from inanimate objects, from decaying matter.

The power transformed from this bone needle carries a sense of vitality.

It's not just a magical artifact; it looks more like a "filter" that can transform energy.

I tried holding the bone needle between my fingers and making a vague motion in the air.

With a hiss, a faint black afterimage remained in the air, lingering for a long time.

If this needle were to be inserted into a spirit or a zombie, its power would probably be twice as great as before.

"Looks like I'll have to find more of these 'highly nutritious' foods for it to eat in the future."

I murmured to myself.

However, I also discovered a potential problem.

As the bone needles absorbed more and more negative energy, the aura they emitted became increasingly violent.

If my internal energy cultivation level doesn't keep up, I'll be devoured by this power sooner or later.

Grandpa once said that a corpse sculptor spends his entire life dealing with malevolent energy, using his body as a cage to trap the ferocity of the world.

If the cage isn't sturdy enough, the creatures inside will break free and tear their owner to pieces.

As I was pondering this, my phone suddenly rang.

I glanced at the caller ID; it was Jin Wanliang.

"Hello, Mr. Jin," I answered the phone, my voice light and cheerful.

"Hey, Brother Chen! Did I disturb your rest?"

On the other end of the phone, Jin Wanliang's voice came through, still carrying that same passionate emotion that made it impossible to feel disgusted.

I toyed with the black bone needle in my hand, my tone calm: "Just woke up. What's up? Did Boss Jin need something so early in the morning?"