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

It was already 11 p.m. when I got back to my rented room.

I locked the door from the inside and sprinkled a thin layer of incense ash in the door cracks and on the windowsill.

This is a traditional method used by corpse sewers. If something unclean or someone with ill intentions comes in, the traces left on the incense ash will not lie.

Sitting on the sofa, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, I closed my eyes and pondered.

The rules of the underworld are never based on reason.

I killed their outer members and also broke the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes Formation.

The conflict with the guardian of the cauldron has already occurred; there's no way to avoid it now.

Moreover, in the eyes of those ancient and powerful organizations, a rogue cultivator like me is like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, easily crushed.

I can guess that they will definitely come looking for trouble for me.

"Since we can't avoid it, we'll just have to make our bones so hard they'll break your teeth."

I stubbed out my cigarette, my gaze gradually turning cold.

Over the next few days, I returned to my nine-to-five routine.

The work at the funeral home remains busy and tedious.

Winter is a challenging time for the elderly, and also a season with a high incidence of accidents.

That afternoon, the museum delivered a body from a car accident.

The deceased was a man in his thirties who was riding a motorcycle on a national highway when he rear-ended a truck loaded with steel bars.

When he was brought in, he was almost completely shattered.

The family members were crying their hearts out outside, and some even knelt on the ground begging us to leave them a whole body.

The other craftsmen in the museum shook their heads. This level of damage usually meant that the body could only be put in a body bag and cremated.

It would take at least a whole day to suture, and the results weren't necessarily good.

"I'll do it."

I put on a mask and rubber gloves and took on the task.

In the past, I would have had to spend a lot of time stitching up such dismembered bodies.

It will take at least a few hours.

But now, things are different.

half an hour.

In just half an hour, the corpse, which had been like a lump of mud, miraculously returned to human form.

Although her face was still covered with centipede-like sutures, her facial features had returned to their original positions.

I also used special fillers and a skeleton to support the collapsed chest cavity.

Once dressed in funeral clothes, with a little heavy makeup, it's almost impossible to tell that anything is amiss.

"call……"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at my hands.

Since breaking through to the stage of transforming evil energy into liquid, my physical fitness, reaction speed, and perception of fine structures have all undergone a qualitative leap.

I took off my gloves, washed the handles, and went out the door.

The family members outside were stunned for a few seconds when they saw the body being wheeled out, then burst into even louder sobs and kowtowed repeatedly to me.

I stepped aside, nodded calmly, and turned back to the lounge.

This is only a basic application of power; it's not enough.

The real trump card is at night.

……

Two in the morning, in a rented room.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut. I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, with the black bone needle in front of me.

For the past few days, I have been trying to decipher the magical artifact left behind by the masked man.

The information Lu Yan provided mentioned that the guardian of the cauldron was skilled at tracking "qi".

This means that conventional physical attacks may have limited effect on them, or even be exploited by them.

The "Ghost Needle" involves the soul and is specifically designed to ward off evil spirits.

"rise."

I let out a low shout, focusing all my attention on my dantian, and mobilizing that wisp of liquefied evil energy within me.

This time, I didn't use my hands to pick up the needle.

I tried to force the evil energy out from my fingertips, transforming it into an invisible thread that trembled as it reached towards the bone needle on the ground.

This is another powerful folk technique recorded in the "Tianyi Strategy": [Qi Control].

That is, to manipulate physical objects with one's inner energy.

Previously, my internal energy was too scattered, so I couldn't do this at all.

But now, the internal fluid has gained substantial weight and toughness.

Invisible threads of malevolent energy coiled around the bone needles.

The bone needle trembled slightly and emitted a soft buzzing sound.

"Get up!"

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I stared intently at the bone needle.

Finally, the black bone needle floated up and hovered three inches above the ground.

Although it is very unstable, like a drunkard, it has indeed broken free from gravity.

I was overjoyed and tried to control it to thrust forward.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the thought crossed my mind, the bone needle instantly transformed into a streak of black light, so fast that even my eyes could barely keep up.

"Knock!"

A muffled thud.

The bone needle was driven deep into the wooden wardrobe door five meters away, disappearing into the handle.

I went over to check and was astonished.

This wardrobe is an old-fashioned solid wood piece of furniture; the wood is very hard.

The bone needle actually pierced through the door panel, which was two centimeters thick, without even cracking the surrounding wood; there was only a smooth, round hole.

This penetrating power is more terrifying than a bullet.

Most importantly, it makes no sound, produces no light, and even during flight, the fluctuations in the air are enveloped by its malevolent aura, making it extremely difficult to detect.

This is the ultimate weapon for assassination.

I pulled out the bone needle and carefully wiped it clean.

Become!

For the next few hours, I practiced tirelessly.

It wasn't until dawn that a strong wave of dizziness hit me, forcing me to stop practicing.

His inner energy was almost completely depleted, and his spirit was also exhausted.

I lay down on the bed, too lazy to even take off my clothes, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Five peaceful days passed.

During these five days, I would take time to practice [Qi Control] every night.

After several days of continuous experimentation, I have also discovered that the cost of this mundane technique is related to the size and weight of the object being manipulated.

The larger and heavier the object, the higher the energy consumption.

For me now, even moving a glass full of water is a bit of a struggle.

It must be said that black bone needles are simply the best vessel for this mundane art.

It is not only lightweight, but also hard and has extremely strong penetrating power.

So I devoted all my time to practicing manipulating the black bone needles.

From initially only being able to thrust in a straight line, it later became possible to control it to turn in the air and even bypass obstacles to attack targets in blind spots.

Although the effective control distance is currently only five meters, and the evil energy threads will break beyond five meters, within these five meters, I can control the bone needles as easily as my own arms.

Another trump card has been added.

Moreover, this trump card is a killer move that many people would never expect.

I held the bone needle in my hand, my gaze deep.

Nearly a week has passed since I talked with Lu Yan in the office.

That evening after get off work, I went to the noodle shop downstairs as usual and ate a bowl of beef noodles before slowly walking home.

As I entered the alleyway that led to the rental house, I paused slightly.

Not right.

Although this alley is usually quiet, there are always a few barks of dogs or the sound of traffic from the road in the distance.

But today, it's too quiet.