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

She originally wanted to tell me to go back and rest first.

After all, I look like this now, my face is as white as paper, and I'm covered in mud and blood. I look like I could faint at any moment.

"I'll go with you."

I interrupted her, my tone firm.

"Don't forget, I'm now partly in the know. And I'm very curious about what the guardian of the cauldron is planning."

Lu Yan stared at me for a while, seemingly assessing my physical condition.

Finally, she nodded.

"Okay, but don't be reckless. No matter what happens over there, don't resort to violence. That's my bottom line."

"Don't worry, I don't have the strength to do it now."

I smiled and pointed to the body bag of the masked actor not far away: "Also, if that guy really can't be saved, just burn him on the spot."

Most of the manpower here has been diverted, and the untimely handling of issues remains a potential problem.

I dare not be careless in the slightest when it comes to those who are the guardians of the tripod.

"Understood, wise sage."

Lu Yan rolled her eyes at me, then turned around and began to loudly issue orders.

"One team stayed behind to handle the scene and identify the individuals; all the corpses of the heretics were burned on the spot!"

Teams two and three, all passengers, get in the vehicles! Destination: City God Temple in the old town! Full speed ahead! Sound the siren!

Five minutes later.

The long convoy tore through the night after the rain and sped towards the city of Jiangcheng.

I sat in Lu Yan's command vehicle, eyes closed, trying to restore the depleted killing energy within my body.

Outside the car window, the lights of Wuhan were still dazzling.

The sleeping citizens had no idea that a thrilling struggle was taking place right beside them that very night.

Now, this game seems to have come to an end.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the old town.

This is the oldest neighborhood in Jiangcheng, with narrow streets.

Normally, this place is full of the lively atmosphere of a bustling city, but tonight, it's as quiet as a dead city.

Three lines of police tape have been set up around the perimeter, and armed police and special police have completely surrounded the area within a two-kilometer radius.

Upon reaching the cordon, Lu Yan didn't ask for special treatment. After showing her special pass, our car was allowed to pass.

The further you go in, the stronger the sense of oppression in the air becomes.

Cracks began to appear on the ground, some even as wide as half a meter, as if they had been torn apart by some enormous force.

The streetlights on both sides flickered and buzzed.

Finally, the car stopped in the square in front of the City God Temple.

I pushed open the door and got out of the car. I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

The City God Temple, which had stood for a century, was now half collapsed.

The once vermilion temple gate has vanished, replaced by a huge hole, and the glazed tiles on the temple roof are shattered all over the ground.

Two people stood in the open space in front of the ruins.

The man on the left, with a towering physique like an iron tower, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, stood there with his hands behind his back, like an insurmountable mountain peak.

The one on the right is an elderly man wearing a gray Tang suit.

He was somewhat hunched over, holding a brass ruler the size of a folding fan in his hand, and by the moonlight, he was measuring with great interest a bottomless sword mark on the ground.

Lu Yan took a deep breath, straightened her slightly disheveled uniform, and quickly walked forward, stopping three meters behind the two men and giving a perfectly standard military salute.

"Report! Lu Yan from Jiangcheng Branch, reporting for duty!"

The two people slowly turned around.

The towering man merely nodded slightly, his gaze as cold as a knife. When it swept over me, a surge of murderous intent welled up within me.

The old man with the brass ruler smiled and put it away, his gaze gentle yet unfathomable.

"Xiao Lu, you've worked hard."

The old man's voice was soft, with a Beijing accent.

"The matter at the reservoir was handled well."

Lu Yan lowered her head, her tone respectful yet tinged with complexity: "Chief, the reservoir... it's just a scapegoat."

"Hehe, don't underestimate yourself. Sometimes, sacrificial pawns can become deadly if not handled properly. You've already done quite well to take down Ghost Face without any expert support."

The old man pointed to the City God Temple behind him, which was half collapsed.

"Those old bastards who guard the tripod have been making money and recuperating overseas these past few years, and their ambitions have grown too big."

What they want isn't just the soul pills over there, but also what's down there.

He tapped the ground with his toes.

A thought struck me.

under?

Is it true that there is a locked dragon well under the City God Temple?

"However, they are still too inexperienced."

The old man chuckled: "Ever since that incident at the underground palace, the General Administration has never taken its eyes off Jiangcheng."

They thought they could deceive everyone by using the Shadow Sect as a cover and making a big commotion at the reservoir.

Little did they know, we had already cast this net.

As he said this, his gaze passed over Lu Yan and landed on me.

"You're that young man from the Chen family?"

The old man walked slowly towards me, his hands behind his back.

I nodded, gave a slight bow, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "Junior Chen Yang greets senior."

"Hmm, she's a polite person."

The old man looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my hands for a moment, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Good hand, steady, accurate, and with a touch of ruthlessness. You didn't embarrass your grandfather."

A thought struck me: Did this old man know my grandfather?

At this moment, Lu Yan whispered to Chen Yang, "This is the senior Tiangong I mentioned to you before."

The person next to me is Senior Po Jun.

Heavenly craftsmanship?

Is this the expert from the General Administration that Lu Yan mentioned wanting to meet me, but whom I refused?

Hearing this, I felt a little embarrassed.

However, since he didn't bring it up again, I didn't bring it up either, and said something pointless: "I have long admired your name, senior."

Tiangong waved his hand, played with the brass ruler in his hand, and looked at me with a half-smile.

"Alright, stop with the formalities. I've heard Xiao Lu mention you before, and you seem more composed than I expected."

He paused, then suddenly said something out of the blue:

"The material is good, but unfortunately the firing process is still a bit lacking. It needs further refinement before it can be fully crafted."

I was stunned for a moment, then I understood.

The "material" he mentioned probably refers to me.

"I am deeply grateful for your guidance," I replied humbly and confidently.

Tiangong looked at me, his smile deepening, then lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the few of us could hear:

No wonder that stubborn Lei Zhenshan praised you like a flower in his report.

At first, I thought he was doing it because of your father, but now it seems his judgment of people is as sharp as ever.

Lei Zhenshan? My dad?!

Hearing those two words stirred up a wave of emotions within me.

Tian Gong is an expert from the General Administration, and I guessed that Lei Zhenshan's position in the Administration was not low. I was not surprised at all that the two knew each other.

But why does this old man seem to know my father so well?