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

"I knew it was you." He yawned and stepped aside to let me in.

"Old Jin just messaged me, saying you're now a walking 30 million."

"What, have you come here to seek refuge?"

I went into the room and closed the door behind me.

The interior was still the same familiar scene, not much different from when I last came.

I guess so.

I walked to the sofa, sat down, and poured myself a glass of water.

"Lu Yan is holding that box, which is too conspicuous. I don't want to cause her any trouble."

Moreover, the other side came with great force this time. Although I am not afraid to go alone, it will still cause some trouble.

"If the two of us are together, we can look out for each other."

Li Qing tossed the controller aside, plopped down opposite me, and started cracking sunflower seeds: "You certainly know how to pick a spot."

The owner of Tingyuxuan is an old friend of my father's. The building is set up with a maze; most people would get dizzy after wandering around for a couple of rounds.

Moreover, this place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, so those assassins wouldn't dare to openly barge in.

At this point, he suddenly spat out the sunflower seed shells, his eyes becoming sharp: "However, Chen Yang, you said the other party specifically asked for that black bone needle."

This is a bit interesting.

What exactly is the origin of that needle? Is it worth spending thirty million?

I paused for a moment, then pulled the black bone needle from my chest.

Under the soft light, the bone needles were completely black, without any luster, as if they could devour light.

But at the tip of the needle, there was a faint glint of cold light.

"I don't know either."

I'm telling the truth.

"This was left to me by a mysterious masked man."

All I know is that it can work with my evil energy to perform the Ghost Needle technique, and it can also absorb yin energy and feed it back to me.

As for its true origin... I didn't exchange a single word with that masked man.

Li Qing leaned closer, examined it carefully for a while, and his brows furrowed more and more.

"This material... doesn't seem to be ordinary bone, nor does it seem to be jade."

He reached out to touch it, but just as his fingers were about to touch the needle, he suddenly pulled back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hiss—such a heavy malevolent aura!"

Li Qing shook his hand, looking horrified.

"Chen Yang, do you usually carry it around like this? Hasn't it been corrupted by the evil energy on it?"

I didn't say anything, I just stared at him as if he were an idiot.

After a long pause, Li Qing scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Hehe... um, I almost forgot that you cultivate evil energy."

Just then, Li Qing's phone rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it, his expression changing slightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"A message from the bodyguard at the door."

Li Qing handed me her phone; the screen showed footage from the security camera downstairs.

"A few rats followed us in."

I ordered a pot of tea in the lobby on the first floor, but my eyes kept glancing towards the stairwell.

I glanced at the surveillance footage.

They were two men wearing ordinary jackets, who looked like ordinary tea drinkers.

However, their seating position was carefully chosen, allowing them to observe the movements throughout the hall and at the stairwell.

Moreover, their hands were always in their pockets, a posture that indicated they were ready to pull out their weapons at any moment.

"You're pretty quick," I sneered.

"I had barely arrived when they followed me right behind."

"Should I have someone kick them out?" Li Qing asked.

"No need." I waved my hand, my gentle tone carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"Since they're here, they're guests. Let them have some tea downstairs first."

I'm also curious to see what kind of scum will be attracted by those 30 million.

I stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the street through the crack.

The streets were still bustling with people, but beneath that seemingly calm surface, I could sense an undercurrent surging beneath.

"Li Qing, how many people can your Tingyuxuan formation trap?" I suddenly asked.

Li Qing chuckled, walked to the bookshelf, and turned an inconspicuous vase.

A soft "click" sounded.

Faint golden runes suddenly appeared on the walls around the room.

"As long as they aren't all Shadow Sect elders, I'll trap them no matter how many come."

Li Qing said confidently, "This is the Small Heavenly Circuit I modified based on Zhuge Liang's Eight Trigrams Formation."

Once I activate the formation, this building will turn into a giant maze.

They want to come up here? Dream on.

I nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.

With Li Qing, a master of formations, around, at least we don't have to worry about being ganged up on.

"However, we can't keep hiding forever."

I turned around and looked at Li Qing.

"Wait for news from Jin Wanliang. If we can find out who posted the bonus, we'll take the initiative."

We can't let them keep taking their dumps on our necks.

"That's a must." Li Qing picked up the game controller again.

"If you dare to touch my brother, you're also touching me."

Once we find out, we'll storm their hideout and wipe them out.

Suddenly, he changed the subject: "By the way, do you know how to play Sekiro? I've been stuck on this boss for three days, can you help me beat it?"

Looking at his carefree attitude, I couldn't help but laugh.

That's Li Qing for you. Even if the sky were to fall outside, as long as it doesn't hit your head, he can keep playing games.

I walked over and took the controller: "Sure, but it's a deal, if it goes too far, you're buying me supper tonight."

"Deal! I want to eat crayfish, spicy!"

The room was filled with the sounds of intense fighting in the game and Li Qing's shouts.

Meanwhile, in the lobby downstairs, the two monitors were patiently drinking tea.

Time passed by, second by second.

Until night falls and the city lights come on.

Jin Wanliang's call finally came.

I immediately put down the handle and answered the phone.

"Found it."

Jin Wanliang's voice sounded tired, but more excited.

"Brother Chen, I guessed right."

Although the money went through many twists and turns, its origin still points to Southeast Asia.

Moreover, I found out something even more interesting.

"What news?"

"The person who issued this bonus was not the leader of the Black Serpent Cult, but an old woman called Ghost-Faced Granny."

This old woman was even more famous in Southeast Asia than Na Kong. She was also one of the elders of the Black Serpent Cult and was most skilled in spirit summoning.

Moreover, it's said that she and Nasora are... mother and son.

Mother and child?

A thought struck me.

That makes sense.

Why did a bounty appear so soon after Na Kong died?

It turns out that the younger one was beaten, and then the older one came.

"besides."

Jin Wanliang continued, "According to my informant, this ghost-faced woman has most likely already entered the country."

Moreover, this time she brought not only money, but also... a parade of a hundred demons.

"A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?"

"Yes, but not the kind you're thinking of."

That was her signature move, a killing formation made from a hundred vengeful spirits.

Brother Chen, you really need to be careful this time.

That old woman is insane; she's capable of anything for revenge.

After hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath.

The Ghost-Faced Woman, the Spirit Descends, a Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night.

It seems we won't be able to hear rain at Tingyuxuan tonight; instead, we'll be hearing ghosts howling.

I glanced at Li Qing, who was still locked in a fierce battle with the BOSS, and said in a slow and deliberate manner, "Stop fighting and get ready to work."