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

"Go! Go quickly!"

Jin Wanliang was clearly quite frightened as well, and he pulled me towards the exit.

"Something's not right with this ghost market tonight. Hades rarely shows up. Let's get out of here!"

We hurried along, passing through the old locust trees, and emerged from the fog.

Only when I saw the city lights in the distance did I finally let out a long sigh of relief.

This trip to the ghost market, though thrilling, was eye-opening and I returned home with a full load of treasures.

Next, it's time to go back into seclusion and digest these spoils of war.

We returned along the same route and got back into the car. Jin Wanliang drove very fast the whole way.

It was as if a ghost was chasing him from behind.

It only took half an hour to drive from the entrance of the ghost market to the car rental apartment building where I was staying.

I politely declined his offer to walk me upstairs, and after saying goodbye to Jin Wanliang, I carried my bags upstairs.

After entering the house and locking the doors and windows, I stuffed the remaining gold bars, along with the box, under the bed.

The twenty gold bars that were originally prepared were actually used to bring back so many things with just one gold bar.

This trip to the ghost market was worthwhile.

The mute stall owner wearing a monkey mask packed a bunch of things for me, but I didn't open them; I just put them in the corner of the room along with the package.

It contained only small items, which are of little use to me now.

Next up is the main event.

I sat cross-legged on the bed and laid out everything I had acquired at the ghost market that night.

That bottle of merman oil that emitted a ghostly blue glow, that heavy, cold guillotine stone, and that bottle of purple soul-stabilizing sand.

"call……"

I exhaled a long breath and adjusted my breathing rhythm.

The cultivation of the Corpse Stitcher lineage is inherently a journey on the edge of life and death.

The evil energy, if used properly, is an invincible blade; if used improperly, it becomes a deadly poison that backfires on oneself.

I picked up the bottle of mermaid oil first.

The moment the bottle cap was unscrewed, an extremely cold yet strangely fragrant aroma instantly filled the entire room.

I took the black bone needle out of my pocket.

It was trembling violently at that moment, and a faint layer of black mist even appeared on the surface of the needle, which was a sign of its extreme desire.

"Don't rush, it's all yours."

I whispered a comforting word, then carefully inserted the bone needle into the bottle opening.

"Sizzle—"

Instantly, the previously calm blue grease in the bottle began to boil.

The black bone needles were like a bottomless pit, swallowing the essence of the mermaid oil like a whale.

As the oil decreases, the color of the bone needle begins to change.

The needle, which was originally as black as ink, now faintly revealed a dark purple luster, and the tip of the needle became crystal clear.

Just ten minutes later, half of the bottle of merman oil, which was said to burn for a hundred years, was completely drained.

The bone needles seemed to have "eaten too much," as they stopped trembling and floated quietly in the bottle.

I can feel that it has become stronger.

This strength is not just about sharpness, but also a spiritual transformation.

If it was a useful tool before, now it's more like a partner that has developed some awareness.

Next, it was my turn.

I put down the bone needles and reached out to grab the guillotine-like stone.

The moment I touched it, a bone-chilling coldness shot straight up my palm to the top of my head.

In a daze, I felt as if I were in an execution ground where the wind howled.

Countless agonizing screams, curses, and muffled thuds of knives and axes piercing flesh exploded in my mind in an instant.

Those were the resentments of the souls who had died on this stone over thousands of years. They were frantically assaulting my consciousness, trying to drag me into that endless blood-red abyss.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be terrified at this moment, or even go insane.

But I didn't move, not even frown.

The body stitcher is someone who speaks for the dead and sends their souls on their way.

I've seen this kind of resentment far too often.

Moreover, the cool aura that had been lingering between my eyebrows began to circulate wildly, keeping me conscious.

I silently recited the incantation passed down by my grandfather, while simultaneously circulating the malevolent energy within my body.

At my dantian, the internal energy of malevolence began to rotate rapidly, drawing power from the malevolent stone.

The malevolent energy within the malevolent stone is violent and chaotic, full of aggression.

Once they entered my meridians, they began to rampage wildly, as if trying to tear my blood vessels and muscles apart.

A sharp pain struck, and my forehead instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

I gritted my teeth, desperately guarding my mental clarity, and controlled my inner energy to continuously devour and assimilate these external evil energies.

As time went on, I inhaled more and more malevolent energy, and my meridians began to feel swollen and painful.

It's now!

I gritted my teeth and suddenly increased the intensity of my absorption.

"Break it!"

I let out a low growl in my heart.

The malevolent energy within my body, which had expanded to its limit, slammed into the bottleneck that had been hindering my breakthrough, under my guidance.

"boom!"

A muffled thud, audible only to myself, exploded inside my body.

In that instant, I felt as if I had become lighter.

The previously somewhat sluggish meridians were instantly opened up, and the speed at which internal energy surged was more than twice as fast as before.

Moreover, the originally hazy gaseous internal energy has now condensed into a liquid-like texture, becoming more refined and substantial.

If my malevolent energy was a gas before, now it has begun to condense into liquid.

I slowly opened my eyes.

The guillotine stone in my hand has turned grayish-white, because I have absorbed most of the evil energy inside.

However, I don't plan to continue absorbing the evil energy inside; it has other uses to do next.

I clenched my fist, feeling the surge of power within me, and a smile crept onto my lips.

The feeling this power gives me is that if I were to encounter that evil cultivator who set up the array in the underground palace again, I could easily defeat him all by myself now.

There was absolutely no need for Zhao Tie and others to restrain or assist them.

This trip to the ghost market was totally worth it!

I picked up my phone and checked the time; it was already 8:30 in the morning.

After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I hummed a little tune as I strolled downstairs to the funeral home.

Although I didn't sleep all night, I felt refreshed after my first breakthrough and didn't need to rest at all.

For the next four days, I returned to my peaceful life.

During the day, I work at a funeral home.

Perhaps because I just broke through, my perception of corpses has become exceptionally sharp these past few days.

In the past, when I was sewing corpses, I relied mostly on my feel and experience.

Now, when I stand in front of the dissection table, even without touching the corpse, I can vaguely feel the "qi" remaining on the corpse.

Whether it's a violent death, an illness, or a peaceful death, the flow of energy is completely different.

This allowed me to sew up corpses faster and improve my skills.

Previously, I might have had to work hard to sew up those troublesome corpses, but now I can do it with ease.