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

I watched Jin Wanliang bustling around and smiled, "Old Jin, you've prepared quite thoroughly."

"That's right, that's right."

Jin Wanliang then rummaged through the box and pulled out several unopened bottles of purified water and several sealed bags of compressed biscuits, handing one to me.

"Brother, have some of this."

We absolutely must not touch the water or dry food in this house, even if the old woman brought them.

I took the biscuit and sat on the musty-smelling wooden bed.

Although the conditions were simple, I didn't mind.

The Falling Flower Cave was eerily quiet in the dead of night.

Jin Wanliang, exhausted from his journey and under immense stress, began to snore softly shortly after finishing his meal.

But I couldn't fall asleep at all.

I sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and began to guide the flow of evil energy within my body through breathing exercises.

The half-step Demon Core realm amplified my perception countless times in the darkness.

I could hear the rustling of poisonous insects crawling under the stilted house, the ethereal sound of water dripping from the cave in the back mountain, and even the even breathing of Old Hei in the next room.

Just around midnight, I suddenly felt a very subtle fluctuation coming from the direction of the cave in the back mountain.

It was neither human nor wild beast.

I listened carefully and realized that it was actually a mournful cry.

As the mournful cry rang out, the fog outside seemed to thicken even further.

In the dim light, I could hear a very faint female singing voice.

The song had no lyrics, only a plaintive melody that echoed through the silent valley, making the listener's heart tighten.

I opened my eyes, a deep, murderous aura flashing in them.

"The Flower Cave Girl?" I murmured softly.

According to legends in southern Xinjiang, beautiful but unmarried women who are chosen by the gods will become infatuated and sing to the Falling Flower Cave all day long.

He died in despair, his soul returning to the cave.

The singing lasted for about ten minutes.

During this time, I noticed a very faint sound coming from the old woman's room at the inn.

Then, the singing gradually faded away and eventually disappeared into the depths of the cave.

I did not act rashly.

Old Hei had instructed that in Luohua Cave, no matter what you hear or see, you must not leave unless something enters the room.

My priority now is to protect my wealth; there's no need to risk things over these old grudges.

The night was spent in this eerie and quiet atmosphere.

……

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight tried to pierce through the thick fog and shine into the stilted house, Lao Hei was already knocking on the door.

"Boss Jin, Brother Chen, it's time to get going."

Upon hearing the sound, Jin Wanliang was suddenly awakened.

His first instinct was to touch the briefcase, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still there.

After a quick wash, as we stepped out of the room, I saw the old woman who guarded the cave sitting on the veranda of the stilted house.

At that moment, she was peeling some black beans in her hand.

She didn't say a word when she saw us come out.

He just glanced up at us once, then went back to what he was doing.

"Let's go, let's get into the mountains sooner and finish our business sooner."

Old Hei's face was a little pale, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well last night.

Our group dragged our luggage and got back into the SUV.

The mountain mist had not completely dissipated, but the sunlight had already begun to show its power.

The car left Luohua Cave and began to drive along a narrower dirt road toward the core area of ​​the mountains.

"Boss Jin, once we cross that mountain pass, we'll be within the territory of the Lan family's stronghold."

Old Hei pointed to two mountain peaks in front of him that resembled bull horns, and his tone became serious.

"When we get there, there will be patrolmen from the Lan family."

Remember, whatever you do, don't lay a hand on me. Just do as I say.

I sat in the passenger seat, watching the increasingly treacherous terrain ahead.

The environment here is noticeably different from the outside.

On the trees along the mountain road, some human-carved symbols began to appear.

Some resemble a butterfly spreading its wings, while others look like a coiled venomous snake.

What alarmed me even more was the faint medicinal scent that began to waft through the air.

That smelled like some kind of refined poison.

The malevolent energy within me began to circulate at a slightly faster pace.

I knew the real challenge was about to begin.

We'll soon find out how Grandpa Lan will greet us, these two "sinners" who have come from afar.

"Old Jin, hold onto the stuff carefully."

I calmly offered a reminder.

Jin Wanliang took a deep breath, hugged the silver box in his arms tightly, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

The car slowly drove into the mountain pass that resembled a bull's horn. The surrounding vegetation instantly became dense and blocked out the sun, and the light dimmed.

Just as the car rounded a sharp bend, three figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the road ahead.

The three men were all dressed in blue-black Miao-style jackets with Miao knives hanging at their waists.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a hideous scar across his face, was staring coldly at our car.

Old Hei slammed on the brakes, turned around and glanced at us, his eyes saying, "Don't move!"

Then, he pushed open the car door, raised his hands, and shouted:

"Brother Lan, I'm Lao Hei, the mountain runner! I've brought Boss Jin from Jiangcheng to pay our respects to Grandpa Lan!"

The scarred man who was leading the group didn't speak, but simply made a gesture.

Two other young men dressed in Miao clothing immediately surrounded them from the left and right, their hands already on the hilts of the Miao knives.

I sat in the car, completely at ease.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The scarred man's sinister eyes were fixed on Lao Hei, then moved over Lao Hei's shoulder and repeatedly brushed against me and Jin Wanliang.

Although Lao Hei had been running around in the mountains for many years and was used to such scenes, fine beads of cold sweat still appeared on his forehead.

He bent over, a smile plastered on his face, and took out a small wooden box wrapped in red silk from his pocket, presenting it with both hands.

"Brother Lan, this is a small token of appreciation from Boss Jin of Jiangcheng. It's just a small token for us to buy some wine."

Old Hei's voice was slightly ingratiating.

The scarred man snorted coldly, reached out and took the wooden box, and with a gentle flick of his thumb, the box opened a crack.

My keen senses instantly detected a faint medicinal fragrance emanating from the box; it contained several high-quality old ginseng pills.

He slammed the box shut and casually stuffed it into his pocket, but his expression didn't soften much.

"Boss Jin? Is that the Jin Wanliang who caused the deaths of our family members in Jiangcheng?"

The scarred man's voice carried a hint of ferocity.

Jin Wanliang was a shrewd businessman and knew he couldn't back down at this point.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the briefcase, and got out of the car.

"Brother Lan, I, Jin, do indeed bear an unshirkable responsibility for Master Lan's matter."

Therefore, Mr. Jin specially prepared a generous gift and personally visited Grandpa Lan to apologize.

Please, sir, do me the favor and introduce us.