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

"That's right!"

Jin Wanliang nodded, his face full of bitterness.

"I acquired this item a few years ago by chance from a tomb raider in Northeast China at a high price."

I've always been reluctant to part with it, but this time, to save my life, I have no choice but to reluctantly part with it.

"The middleman gave me the inside scoop: all I have to do is offer up this century-old ice silkworm shell with both hands."

In addition, I adopted a humble attitude and explained the situation in Jiangcheng in its entirety.

"Given the value of this treasure, Grandpa Lan will most likely forgive and forget about this debt."

After listening to Jin Wanliang's plan, I secretly made some calculations in my mind.

When offering gifts to apologize, it's important to cater to the recipient's preferences.

Jin Wanliang's century-old ice silkworm shell was truly a gift to Lan Manshan's heart.

If the other party is a person who follows the rules, this matter will most likely succeed.

But I am cautious by nature and tend to think of the worst-case scenario.

"Old Jin, this plan sounds good."

I looked at him and countered, "But what if that Old Man Lan accepts the gifts, but doesn't intend to follow the rules and insists on making an example of you?"

Upon hearing this, the fat on Jin Wanliang's face trembled violently.

But he immediately looked at me, as if grasping at a straw.

"If it really comes to that..."

Jin Wanliang gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Then we can only rely on you, brother!"

Brother, my life is in your hands now.

"As long as I can leave southern Xinjiang alive, from now on, brother, if you point east, I'll never go west!"

I smiled as I looked at Jin Wanliang's reckless attitude.

"Alright, stop making it sound like a life-or-death situation."

I patted him on the shoulder, my tone still calm and unhurried.

"Since I promised to come with you, I will naturally make sure you are safe."

As long as they don't make the first move, we'll get things done peacefully.

But if they really dare to play dirty tricks…”

I didn't finish my sentence; I just narrowed my eyes slightly.

……

The plane flew smoothly over the clouds for more than three hours.

As the cabin announcement began, the plane started its slow descent.

I turned to look out the porthole.

The once flat urban buildings have disappeared, replaced by a continuous range of dark green mountains.

At 2:30 p.m., the plane landed smoothly at Kunming Changshui Airport in Yunnan Province.

Jin Wanliang and I followed the crowd out of the cabin and walked along the jet bridge towards the terminal.

Even after entering the terminal building, Jin Wanliang's face remained somewhat tense.

"Hey bro, go wait for me over at the roundabout. I need to get that thing out through the special security exit."

He whispered something to me, then hurriedly followed the ground crew away.

I nodded slightly, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and slowly followed the flow of people to the baggage claim area.

The airport was bustling with people, tourists speaking various accents and business people hurrying by.

I found a relatively open corner to stand in and closed my eyes slightly.

About twenty minutes later, Jin Wanliang came over pushing a luggage cart, sweating profusely.

Besides his two large boxes filled with supplies, there was also a silver metal combination lock box with a security seal on top of the car.

What was inside was clearly the molted shell of a century-old ice silkworm that he used to save his life.

"Got it? Nothing went wrong, right?"

I stepped forward, helped him push the somewhat heavy luggage cart, and asked in a calm tone.

"No, the security company has been keeping an eye on it."

Jin Wanliang let out a long breath, then looked around nervously.

"Brother, let's hurry up and go. The people who are going to pick us up are already waiting outside."

I always feel uneasy about this place.

I nodded and pushed the cart with him towards the airport exit.

Stepping out of the terminal, the sunlight was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes.

On the roadside temporary parking strip, there was a Land Cruiser covered in yellow mud with its chassis modified to be extremely high.

This vehicle is clearly an old buddy that has been constantly battling on extremely rough unpaved roads for years.

A dark-skinned, thin man leaned against the front of the car.

He was wearing a traditional local-style coarse cloth jacket with a front opening, and a cigarette was dangling from his mouth as he casually smoked it.

The dark-skinned, thin man's eyes lit up when he saw Jin Wanliang appear.

He casually tossed aside his cigarette holder and strode over to meet him.

"Oh, Mr. Jin! You must be tired from your journey!"

The man, speaking Mandarin with a heavy Yunnan accent, extended both hands and grasped Jin Wanliang's hands with great familiarity.

"Old Hei, it's been years, but you're still as healthy as ever."

Jin Wanliang also put on a smiling face typical of businessmen.

He patted Lao Hei on the shoulder, then turned to me and introduced him: "Brother, this is Lao Hei."

There's no place in Yunnan that he doesn't know.

"We relied entirely on him to lead the way into the mountains this time."

"Old Hei, this is my own brother, Chen Yang."

"You came with me this time to broaden my horizons."

I smiled slightly at Lao Hei, nodded, and said, "Brother Hei, thank you for your help."

Old Hei's shrewd eyes quickly scanned me.

He probably saw that I was young, dressed plainly, and didn't have the fierce aura of someone who works in the underworld.

They simply regarded me as a junior whom Jin Wanliang had brought out to gain experience, or as a lackey carrying his bags.

"Brother Chen, you're too kind. I'm just doing my job, taking their money to solve their problems."

Old Hei grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

While helping us move our luggage, Lao Hei's gaze lingered on the silver combination lock suitcase for a second longer, but he wisely refrained from asking any questions.

As a middleman in their line of work, never ask questions you shouldn't; this is the most basic rule for survival.

Once in the car, Lao Hei didn't waste any words and immediately stepped on the gas and drove off.

For the first hour or so, the car was still traveling on the national highways around Kunming city, and the road conditions were fairly good.

But as the car gradually drove away from the city and headed southwest into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the road conditions began to deteriorate visibly.

The wide asphalt road turned into a two-lane provincial highway, and soon after, it turned into a bumpy, winding mountain county road.

As the altitude increased, the scenery outside the car window underwent dramatic changes.

The villages and farmlands that were once visible are becoming increasingly rare.

The air conditioning was on in the carriage, but Lao Hei still habitually rolled down the window a little and lit a cigarette.

"Boss Jin, it's not that I, Lao Hei, am being nosy."

You took a rather risky approach this time.

As Lao Hei skillfully steered the wheel, dodging a large pothole in the road, he exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Jin Wanliang through the rearview mirror.

Jin Wanliang sat in the back row, clutching the silver briefcase tightly in his hands, and gave a wry smile: "Even if it's dangerous, I have to come."

"Old Hei, give me a heads-up, what's Grandpa Lan's attitude right now?"