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

I used all my strength for this injection.

The bone needle, carrying an overflowing aura of malevolence, shot through the air.

puff!

A soft sound was drowned out by the cacophony of fighting.

But the next second, Wang De's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The bone needle pierced his wrist's Shenmen acupoint, severing the connection between his vital energy and the Hundred Soul Banner.

"ah--!"

Wang De let out a piercing scream, and the Hundred Soul Banner slipped from his hand.

The uncontrollable malevolent energy instantly backfired.

The ghostly face in the air suddenly exploded, turning into countless turbulent currents that scattered and crashed in all directions.

The ferocious iron corpses froze like puppets with broken strings, their movements stiffening, and the red light in their eyes quickly dimming.

"Chance!"

The Taoist priest Xuanzhen below immediately noticed the opening in his eyes. As expected of an experienced master, he seized the opportunity in an instant.

"By imperial decree of the Three Pure Ones, suppress!"

He spat a mouthful of blood from his tongue onto the peach wood sword, and the entire sword shone with golden light, transforming into a stream of light that directly nailed to the fallen Hundred Soul Banner.

boom!

The great formation has been broken.

Using the momentum of my fall, I stepped onto the second-floor railing and flipped myself onto the corridor floor.

It landed right in front of Wang De.

At this moment, Wang De's right hand was covered in blood, and he was clutching his wrist and retreating in terror.

When he saw me suddenly appear, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Who...who are you?!"

I didn't answer, I just stared at him coldly.

By this time, the special operations team downstairs had recovered.

With a roar, the burly man snapped the neck of an iron corpse.

Meanwhile, the ink line flew out again, binding the remaining iron corpses into dumplings.

Lu Yan led her people up the stairs.

"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll destroy this thing!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Wang De suddenly pulled a black wooden box from his pocket and held it high.

"There are three hundred and sixty living souls inside! As long as I crush the soul-summoning talisman, they will all be annihilated!"

Lu Yan stopped abruptly, her face extremely pale.

To hesitate to act for fear of breaking the law.

Wang De was panting heavily, leaning against the wall, his eyes frantically shifting between me and Lu Yan.

"Let me go! Get me a car ready! Or we'll fight to the death!"

He roared, his left hand gripping the lid of the wooden box tightly.

I stopped too, only five steps away from him.

At this distance, an ordinary person would indeed have no chance of subduing the other party before they could make a move.

However, these five steps are just within my range of Qi control.

"Boss Wang."

I suddenly spoke, my voice gentle, even tinged with concern, "Doesn't your hand hurt?"

Wang De was stunned for a moment.

In that split second when he was distracted, a thought struck me.

The bone needle that was originally pinned to Wang De's back was instantly drawn by my murderous aura and silently pierced towards Wang De's left hand.

After the bone needle pierced Wang De's hand, the murderous aura erupted instantly.

In the excruciating pain, his hand went limp, and the wooden box slipped from his palm.

I moved just as the box was about to hit the ground.

The distance of five steps was covered in an instant.

I reached out with my left hand and caught the wooden box steadily.

He flipped the scalpel in his right hand and struck it heavily on his carotid sinus with the back of the blade.

Wang De didn't even utter a sound, rolled his eyes, and collapsed limply to the ground.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that it was dazzling.

It wasn't until Wang De fell to the ground that Lu Yan reacted and rushed over.

"Are you alright? Where are your things?"

She asked anxiously.

"Here."

I handed her the wooden box. "The soul is still alive, the seal hasn't been broken."

Lu Yan took the box, let out a long breath, and looked at me with shock in her eyes.

"How did you manage that injection just now?"

"secret."

I chuckled, not wanting to explain further, and changed the subject, saying, "Let's deal with the scene first; we can't stay here any longer."

I don't want to disclose anything about Tianyi Ce to anyone.

Lu Yan looked at me, rolled her eyes, and then turned to give orders into her headset.

As I said, this place has just been captured, and there is indeed a lot of cleanup work to be done. She doesn't have time to argue with me about these things.

……

The night wind, carrying the smell of gunpowder, swept through the dilapidated courtyard of Jubaozhai.

The cleanup work following the battle is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Special operations team members are moving the body, while technical staff are scanning the scene with various instruments.

Flashes of light shone intermittently, illuminating the antique building in a stark white light.

I leaned against an old locust tree in the backyard, holding the black bone needle that I hadn't yet put away.

The bone needles were as smooth and warm as jade. The attack just now pierced the array's core and drew evil energy into my body, consuming a lot of my mental energy.

Now that I've relaxed, my temples are throbbing slightly.

But I could never relax.

Not right.

so easy.

Although the battle just now was thrilling, even the experts from the provincial bureau were called in, and I was even forced to use my Qi manipulation technique to launch a sneak attack and break the deadlock.

But upon closer reflection, the resistance of the guardians of the cauldron... seems rather weak.

Apart from the formation that borrowed the earth's evil energy, they had almost no backup plans.

It's like... this is just a temporary stage.

"Chen Yang".

Lu Yan's voice interrupted my thoughts.

She walked quickly over, still clutching the black wooden box tightly in her hands, her expression solemn.

Behind her followed the Taoist priest Xuanzhen, who had come from the provincial bureau.

The old Taoist priest's expression was not good. He had already sheathed the peach wood sword in his hand, but his once sharp and piercing old eyes were now filled with doubt.

"What's wrong?"

I straightened up and asked, "Has the technical department found anything?"

"Nothing was found."

Lu Yan shook her head, her brows furrowed. "The search team has turned the entire Jubaozhai upside down, even digging three feet into the basement."

No altars used for blood sacrifices were found, nor were there any traces of cages used to imprison souls.

This place... doesn't look like a place where a blood sacrifice is about to take place at all.

My heart skipped a beat.

really.

"Let's open this and take a look."

Master Xuanzhen said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the box in Lu Yan's arms.

"If a living soul is inside, then it proves there are still areas that haven't been searched. If..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Lu Yan nodded and placed the wooden box flat on a stone table in the backyard.

The special operations team members around them instinctively held their breath and formed a circle.

Master Xuanzhen took a deep breath, took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, and stuck it on the seal of the box.

"By imperial decree, the seal is lifted!"

With a low shout, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

"Click".

The latch on the box popped open.

Master Xuanzhen reached out and slowly lifted the lid.

I squinted, circulating the malevolent energy within my body to my eyes.

However, the anticipated scene of 360 wronged souls wailing in unison did not occur.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the open wooden box.

There were no living souls or magical artifacts inside, only a pile of mud.

In the middle of that pile of mud, a small straw figure was stuck in the ground, with a line of words scrawled crookedly on it in cinnabar:

[Dear members of the Folklore Bureau, did you have a good time?]