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

"Then let's use him."

Fifteen minutes later, a black SUV pulled up in front of the villa.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe stepped out.

He looked to be in his early forties, with a short beard, a thin face, and sharp eyes.

He had a cloth bag hanging from his waist and carried an old wooden box in his hand.

"Director Lu." He walked up to Lu Yan and nodded slightly.

"Fang He, you should already know the situation."

Lu Yan stated succinctly: "The target is Zhou Yuanshan, 53 years old, who has Gu poison in his body and escaped after undergoing a mutation."

I need you to use Bloodline Tracking to locate him.

Fang He nodded without saying anything more.

He put down the wooden box and took out a copper plate, a stack of yellow talismans, a peach wood sword, and a small porcelain bottle containing cinnabar.

"Take me to see his immediate family."

We led Fang He to the living room of the villa.

Zhou Mingxuan was placed on the sofa, with a golden, shimmering talisman on his forehead.

His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless, but at least he didn't struggle as frantically as the others.

Fang He walked up to him, squatted down, and placed his hand on his pulse.

"I've been poisoned, but not severely."

Fang He withdrew his hand, took out a silver needle from the cloth bag, and gently pricked Zhou Mingxuan's fingertip.

A drop of bright red blood seeped out.

Fang He caught the blood droplet with a yellow talisman and then placed the talisman in the center of the copper plate.

He poured some cinnabar from the porcelain bottle and drew a complex array of runes on the edge of the bronze plate while muttering incantations.

"We are connected by blood, seeking our roots and ancestors! So be it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rune array on the copper plate suddenly lit up, emitting a faint red light.

The blood-stained yellow talisman began to tremble slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

Fang He closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

About thirty seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"Found it."

"Where?" Lu Yan asked immediately.

"The old town area in the north of the city, specifically located at..."

Fang He frowned as he looked at the direction the talisman on the bronze plate pointed.

"It's strange, the bloodline connection is very weak, as if it's being interfered with by something."

However, it is certain that the target is still in Jiangcheng, and is moving northwards.

"What about movement speed?"

"Not fast, about the walking speed of a normal person."

Fang He paused.

"But something is very wrong."

"What?" I interrupted.

Fang He raised his head and looked at me and Lu Yan: "The target's life force is very weak, so weak that it is almost imperceptible."

If it weren't for the bloodline tracking technique's ability to pinpoint blood relations, I would have even thought I was tracking a corpse.

"He's dying," I said softly.

Lu Yan's face darkened: "I'll get the team moving immediately. Fang He, can you keep track of his location?"

"I can keep tracking it, but I need to keep the spell running at all times."

Fang He said, "This will consume a lot of mental energy and can only be maintained for a maximum of two hours."

"That's enough," Lu Yan said decisively.

"The entire action team was mobilized. Fang He was in charge of navigation, and Chen Yang and I followed in the car."

The objective is to locate Zhou Yuanshan and capture the mastermind behind the poison. If any resistance is encountered, kill them on the spot.

She paused, then added, "Also, be prepared to be ambushed."

Since they dared to manipulate Zhou Yuanshan's activities in Jiangcheng, it means they were confident enough to evade our surveillance.

After making the arrangements, Lu Yan left two members of the action team behind to guard the people who had been poisoned and Jin Wanliang.

Five minutes later, three black SUVs drove out of the Zhou family villa and sped off towards the north of the city.

I was sitting in Lu Yan's car, and Fang He was sitting in the back, holding the copper plate in his hands, his eyes fixed on the trembling talisman paper in the plate.

"Turn left onto North Ring Road."

"Continue straight ahead; the target is approaching the sewer entrance in the old town."

"Slow down, the target has stopped."

The convoy stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley.

This is one of the old town areas of Jiangcheng. On both sides are old-style residential buildings from the 1980s and 1990s, with mottled walls and most of the lights in the corridors broken.

The alley was pitch black, with only the occasional meow of a stray cat in the distance.

Lu Yan opened the car door, gesturing for the action team members to get out.

The six members of the action team quickly dispersed and blocked both ends of the alley.

I got off the bus, my right hand still touching the handle of the scalpel.

"Be careful, something's not right here," I whispered to Lu Yan beside me.

Lu Yan didn't speak, but simply made a gesture to the action team behind her.

We had barely taken five steps toward the corner Fang He had pointed to when something unexpected happened.

"Scatter!" Lu Yan suddenly shouted.

"Whoosh—!"

A piercing whistling sound came from the roof of a house diagonally above, followed by a second and a third.

Dense, black shadows traced deadly arcs in the dim light.

The team members reacted extremely quickly, rolling on the spot to find cover, but the enemy was simply too fast.

"Ugh!"

A member of the action team at the front let out a muffled groan as a black bone needle pierced his shoulder.

The needle was clearly coated with a potent poison, and the skin and flesh around the wound turned black at a visible rate.

"He's been poisoned! Fang He, save him!"

I shouted, and my right hand drew the scalpel.

In the darkness, seven or eight figures dressed in wide black robes leaped down from the rooftops and shadows.

They moved nimbly, landing silently, each holding a pair of curved blades shaped like butterfly wings.

Seeing that unique attire and that lingering smell of medicine, my anger flared up instantly.

Wandie Valley.

I'll never forget that smell, even if I die.

It was this group of people who almost killed me back in the back mountains of Huilongzhai.

I originally thought that getting involved in this matter was just to clean up Jin Wanliang's mess.

But as soon as this group of people appeared, I realized that this was most likely aimed at me.

Because of these people, they probably still want to dig up my family's ancestral graves.

In my hand, there is still the rattle drum that my grandfather left me, something that the escaped saintess always longed for.

"It's you bunch of persistent ghosts again."

I sneered, and the murderous aura within my body instantly surged.

The malevolent energy within me is no longer the weak, gaseous energy it once was; it is now a condensed, mercury-like liquid that surges through my meridians with a heavy, powerful force.

"Da da da—!"

The team members began to fight back, their specially made bullets trailing golden light in the darkness, striking the black-robed man's feet and sending sparks flying.

However, these men in black robes moved with uncanny agility, using the walls of the narrow alley to their advantage and managing to avoid most of the firepower.