Back to My Old Trade!

Instead, it was in Luoyin County.

Zhao Er, the Corpse Stitcher who should have been most concerned about Xu Feng, had no time to worry about anyone else. He had no idea what his apprentice was doing.

Because what he was doing was no simple matter either!

Corpse Sewers were different from other people. They were better suited to fighting from a fortified position.

Like the Earth God Shrine where Xu Feng lived.

The main hall housed the Earth God, while the West Room housed the Stone Guardian.

Layer upon layer of protection surrounded the courtyard.

Zhao San's master had spent years building the Earth God Shrine into a stronghold that could hold off enemies of all kinds. By day, it was safe enough. At night, with every lantern lit, it looked like a walled city to evil spirits!

Nothing in that stronghold was without purpose. Even the little flame that burned constantly in a side room, seemingly untended, was there for a reason.

The Kitchen God in the kitchen received offerings every day.

As others would put it, everything there had a connection to spirits and gods! Within that stronghold, they could work in peace.

But once Corpse Sewers left their strongholds and had to rely on their own abilities, much of their strength was lost.

That was why they also used the Lesser Calamity-Stitching Art to make up for the loss.

But the so-called "calamities" stitched with the Lesser Calamity-Stitching Art generally fell far short of what the game recognized as a true "calamity."

They were merely ill omens!

They could not compare to a stronghold built over years, or even decades! Fortunately, the situation Master faced this time was much simpler than the one Grandmaster had faced back then.

After all, the Liu Family residence where he