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

"Thank you very much."

I stood up and patted the wrinkles off my clothes.

In some cases, official scientific methods combined with metaphysical verification are often much more accurate than my own wild guesses.

"Be careful in everything you do once you arrive in the capital."

Lu Yan also stood up and saw me to the door.

"Your Class A consultant identity information has been synchronized to the General Administration's database. Although the new certificate has not yet been made, your previous one is still valid."

If you encounter trouble, don't try to tough it out; learn to use your official position to protect yourself.

"Okay, I understand. Take care here in Jiangcheng as well."

After saying goodbye to Lu Yan, I left the Folklore Bureau, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed straight for Jiangcheng Airport.

On a summer afternoon, sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the wide airport expressway.

Looking at the scenery rushing past the window, I felt surprisingly calm.

Upon arrival at the airport, the hall was bustling with noise, and passengers with suitcases were hurrying along.

I carried a simple backpack and instead of queuing at the regular security checkpoint, I went straight to the VIP special lane located at the very edge of the terminal.

Two burly, sharp-eyed security guards stood at the entrance of the passageway.

I calmly stepped forward, took out the black card from my pocket that represented my position as an unofficial consultant to the Folklore Bureau, and handed it over.

One of the security personnel took the card and scanned it on a handheld device.

A green light flashed on the instrument screen, and the security personnel's expressions changed instantly.

His previously serious face immediately became respectful.

"Comrade, please come in."

He handed the documents back to me with both hands, took a step back, and gestured for me to proceed.

I took the documents, nodded slightly in greeting, and walked into the special passage.

At 1:30 p.m., I successfully boarded the flight to Beijing.

I found my seat, stuffed my backpack into the overhead compartment, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes.

With a tremendous roar, the plane accelerated and climbed on the runway, finally breaking through the clouds over Jiangcheng and flying steadily at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

I opened my eyes and turned to look out the porthole.

Large, fluffy white clouds rolled beneath the wings like cotton candy, while the brilliant sunlight poured in without any obstruction, stinging one's eyes slightly.

Everything in Jiangcheng—the conspiracies, battles, bloodshed, and scheming—has now been left far behind me.

I stretched out my left hand and gently rubbed my right wrist.

Although there was nothing unusual on the surface, I could clearly feel that beneath my skin, the jade-colored aura carrying the might of a dragon was flowing slowly and steadily through my meridians.

The capital city, a place where the nation's affairs converge, where countless old monsters and earth-shattering secrets are hidden.

Lei Zhenshan, the old accounts of the Ninth Division, and that mysterious Class A warehouse of the General Administration.

"I am coming."

I looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, murmured something softly, then pulled down the sunshade and closed my eyes to rest.

Soon after, as the flight attendants' sweet announcements filled the cabin, the plane began to smoothly penetrate the thick clouds and descend towards the ground.

With a slight turbulence, the plane landed smoothly on the runway of Beijing Capital International Airport.

After the cabin door opened, I put my backpack on, put my hands in the pockets of my casual jacket, and walked out along the passage.

As I was deciding where to go next, I suddenly saw a young man in a navy blue fitted suit standing in the sparse crowd at the arrivals gate.

He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with his hair neatly combed and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

He didn't look particularly special, but he was holding up a small sign for picking up passengers at the airport.

The sign at the airport read "Mr. Chen Yang" in neat, regular script.

I had a slight doubt in my mind, but then I remembered the phone call I had with Lu Yan yesterday.

On the phone, Lu Yan said she would report my itinerary to the General Administration and that they would send someone to meet me.

"Someone from General Administration?"

With a sense of doubt, I slowed my pace and walked towards him.

The young man had obviously noticed me as well.

He paused for a moment, then quickly compared my face with the photo in his hand.

Then a particularly warm smile immediately bloomed on that fair face.

What he said next cleared up my doubts.

"Hello, is this Chen Yang, Consultant Chen?"

My name is Zhao Mingxuan, and I'm an officer in the External Liaison Department of the Bureau of Folklore.

He strode forward, extending his hands, his tone carrying the familiar warmth typical of people from Beijing.

It sounds very comfortable and not at all unfamiliar.

"I am Chen Yang."

I smiled gently and extended my right hand to shake his.

"Thank you for making this trip."

"Oh, you're too kind. This is just part of my job."

"As instructed above, I will be responsible for coordinating your daily life and travel during your stay in the capital."

Zhao Mingxuan shook my hands twice with both of them and said enthusiastically.

When we shook hands, I could feel a thin layer of calluses on his palms and a faint flow of internal energy within his body.

He could be considered a decent cultivator, but in a place like the General Administration, he was clearly just a clerical worker.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Officer Zhao."

I withdrew my hand and said something polite.

"You can just call me Xiao Zhao or Mingxuan. Calling me 'Officer' is too formal."

Zhao Mingxuan naturally reached out to help me with my backpack.

"You only brought this much luggage? Do you want me to help you carry it?"

"No need, there's nothing heavy in my bag, I can carry it myself."

I gently turned aside and politely declined his offer.

Although there were only a few changes of clothes in my bag, I still prefer to bring my own personal items.

Zhao Mingxuan didn't feel awkward at all, and naturally withdrew his hand, gesturing for him to proceed.

"Alright, let's get in the car first."

The car is parked in the parking lot outside; the headquarters has already arranged accommodation for you.

As we walked out of the terminal with Zhao Mingxuan, a wave of heat, mixed with the smell of car exhaust and asphalt, hit us.

Summers in Beijing are dry and scorching hot.

Zhao Mingxuan's car was a black Audi A6, which looked very low-key, but there was a special pass on the lower right corner of the windshield.

He deftly opened the back door for me, and after I got in, he went back to the driver's seat and started the car.

The car's air conditioning was on full blast, completely isolating the sweltering heat outside.

The Audi smoothly exited the airport expressway and merged into the traffic flow of Beijing.

"Advisor Chen, is this your first time in Beijing?"

As Zhao Mingxuan skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel through the traffic, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror and broke the silence in the car by starting a conversation.

"Yes, I've always lived in the south, this is indeed my first time here."

I leaned back in my chair, watching the scenery rushing past the window, and replied.