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

With a strong push, the plane broke through the clouds and flew steadily at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The first-class cabin was very quiet. Apart from me and Jin Wanliang, there was only a businessman wearing an eye mask sleeping in the next seat.

After the flight attendant brought hot tea, I tactfully retreated to the work area.

Jin Wanliang took a sip of hot tea and let out a sigh of relief.

He turned his head, looked at me, and his expression became serious.

"Brother, now that no one's around, I need to have a serious talk with you."

Jin Wanliang's voice was very low, so that only the two of us could hear it.

"Although you are very capable, the customs and traditions of the Southern Frontier are completely different from those of the Central Plains."

The water there is too deep and too murky.

I leaned back in the large, comfortable seat, adjusted myself into a comfortable position, and said in a calm tone, "Old Jin, you are very knowledgeable."

Tell me carefully about the rules of southern Xinjiang, I'm listening.

Although I have fought against the people of Wandie Valley, it was only limited to combat.

I know very little about the rules and taboos of those ancient Gu Master families in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang.

Jin Wanliang cleared his throat and held up a chubby finger.

"The first rule is called 'Don't ask, don't look, don't touch, don't pick up.'"

"In the vast mountains of southern Xinjiang, there are many Miao and Dong villages scattered like stars in the sky."

In these villages, almost every household knows a little about herbs and folk remedies, and the hidden sorcerers among them are extremely difficult to guard against.

Jin Wanliang said seriously.

"When we arrived at the village, we saw dry grass hanging under the eaves of other people's houses and black pottery jars placed in the corners of the walls."

Even the most vibrant wildflowers and weeds growing by the roadside, you absolutely must not touch them.

You can't even stare at it for too long.

"Some powerful witches raise extremely small Gu worms that can even turn into powder and adhere to objects."

If you touch it or inhale even a little dust, the poison will enter your body through your pores and respiratory tract.

"At that time, they won't even know how they died."

Upon hearing this, I nodded slightly.

This matches some of the descriptions of the poisonous miasma in southern Xinjiang recorded in my grandfather's notes.

The essence of Gu magic is actually a combination of an extremely sophisticated biological toxin and mind control.

"The second rule, and the most fatal one, is that 'illness enters through the mouth'."

Jin Wanliang extended his second finger and pointed to himself.

"That's why I brought two big suitcases full of food and drinks."

"In the southern borderlands, especially when visiting those Gu Master families with a strong foundation."

If they are hostile towards you, then the food they serve you is most likely spiked.

Some were tests, others were outright poisoning.

"The most common type is called loach gu or snake gu."

On the surface, it looks like a bowl of plain tea or a plate of ordinary wild vegetables.

But once you drink it, the poison takes effect in your stomach.

It feels like hundreds or thousands of loaches are crawling around inside your intestines, devouring your internal organs.

That kind of pain is a hundred times worse than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

At this point, Jin Wanliang couldn't help but shudder, as if he were recalling the tragic death of Master Lan in Jiangcheng.

Don't worry.

I smiled and reassured them, "I'm not greedy."

When I got there, I didn't touch anything except the water and dry food you gave me.

Actually, my body isn't particularly afraid of common poisonous insects or Gu poisons right now.

Given the intensity of the malevolent energy within me, any ordinary Gu worm that dares to enter my body will be instantly crushed into dust.

But that doesn’t mean I can let my guard down.

Some powerful Gu worms can still pose a huge threat to me.

"The third rule is 'reverence'."

Jin Wanliang continued.

"People in southern Xinjiang believe that all things have spirits, and they especially revere the Gu god."

You must never say anything disrespectful to the gods in their presence.

Also, in the village, if you encounter an old woman dressed in black, wearing silver ornaments, and with a frail face, be sure to go around her.

Those are usually the village's witch doctors, also known as female sorcerers.

They have extremely eccentric tempers; if you say the wrong thing, they might cast an incurable death curse on you.

I memorized all the rules that Jin Wanliang had mentioned.

Although these may sound like exaggerated urban legends, in the folklore world, it's better to believe they exist than not.

"I've memorized the rules."

I picked up the teacup in front of me, took a sip, and looked at Jin Wanliang, asking him a question.

"So, who exactly are we going to meet at the Lan family this time?"

What is that precious treasure you've prepared?

Since the purpose is to apologize and settle disputes, one should at least know oneself and one's opponent.

When the topic turned to business, Jin Wanliang leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice even further.

"The person we are going to meet this time is a powerful elder of the outer sect of the Lan family, named Lan Manshan."

Locals respectfully call him Grandpa Lan.

"This Grandpa Lan holds a very high position in the Lan family."

He was mainly responsible for handling some of the Lan family's businesses and peripheral affairs in the secular world.

The Master Lan who died in Jiangcheng was, by seniority, a distant nephew of this Old Master Lan, and someone he had personally mentored.

Jin Wanliang sighed: "This Grandpa Lan is extremely protective of his own."

Upon learning of his nephew's death in Jiangcheng, it is said that he smashed his most beloved gu-breeding jar on the spot.

They also threatened to make Wandie Valley and Jiangcheng pay the price.

I asked a very influential middleman in Yunnan Province for help, and it took a lot of effort to finally persuade him.

"Please give me a chance to apologize and explain in person."

"What are this old man's hobbies?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

Since they agreed to meet, it means there's still room for negotiation; it's simply a matter of exchanging benefits.

Jin Wanliang showed a pained expression, gritted his teeth and said, "This old guy doesn't lack money."

In his eyes, worldly banknotes were nothing but waste paper.

His only obsession in his life was refining Gu poison.

Moreover, he specializes in the Yin-cold Gu techniques.

"He has been searching everywhere for extremely cold and rare objects to feed his natal Gu, which is said to have been raised for sixty years."

At this point, Jin Wanliang looked around.

After confirming that the person next door was still fast asleep, he leaned close to my ear and said in an extremely mysterious tone:

"To quell his anger, I pulled out all my hidden gems this time."

The most precious treasure I brought was a century-old ice silkworm molt from Changbai Mountain.

"A hundred-year-old ice silkworm molt?" I was slightly taken aback; I had heard of this before.

In the extremely cold region of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain, a type of ice silkworm that is completely transparent occasionally grows.

These silkworms are extremely difficult to survive, and those that can live to be a hundred years old are extremely rare.

It sheds its skin every ten years, and the shed skin contains extremely pure, cold energy.

For those who cultivate Yin-cold techniques or feed Gu worms with Yin-cold attributes, this is absolutely priceless.