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

The car sped along for about forty minutes before we left the city and arrived at a secret military control zone on the outskirts of Beijing.

The security level here is very high; the SUV was stopped several hundred meters away from the gate.

Two armed guards stepped forward to verify his identity.

Zhao Mingxuan handed over the travel documents, and I cooperated by showing my purple-gold consultant badge.

When the guard saw the gold and purple badge, his eyes changed noticeably. He then immediately stood at attention, gave me a standard military salute, and let me pass.

The car drove into the base, and after several turns, stopped at the edge of an empty helipad.

A heavy-looking, medium-sized military transport plane, painted entirely in gray-green camouflage, was quietly parked there.

The tail door of the aircraft has been lowered, and several ground crew members are conducting final checks before takeoff.

Six people were standing next to the transport plane.

I pushed open the door, got out of the car, and walked over.

Standing at the very front was Zhang Xuanqing, dressed in a combat uniform that allowed for easy movement and carrying a long, rectangular cloth bag.

Behind him stood five team members dressed in identical black combat uniforms.

The five men stood with identical upright postures, exuding a steely aura that could only be cultivated through brushes with death.

I could roughly tell where they came from just by glancing at them.

These people are definitely the best in the Ninth Division of the Bureau of Folklore, or elites drawn from special forces in major military regions.

Seeing me approach, Zhang Xuanqing smiled and took two steps forward to greet me: "Brother Chen, you've arrived. The timing is perfect."

"Master Zhang."

I nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then turned my gaze to the five team members behind him.

Zhang Xuanqing turned around, pointed at me, and introduced me to the five people: "Everyone, this is Chen Yang, a specially appointed A-level consultant of the General Bureau, and also a successor of the Corpse Stitcher lineage."

"On this trip to western Hunan, Brother Chen will be one of the core fighting forces of our team, fighting alongside us."

When I heard the term "A-level consultant" come out of Zhang Xuanqing's mouth, I felt a slight stirring in my heart.

It seems that the General Administration and Zhang Xuanqing have also exchanged some information about me.

The other five team members, however, showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

After all, I look like I'm only in my early twenties. People who can get the A-level consultant title from the General Administration at this age are extremely rare.

However, they did not show any of the melodramatic disdain or provocation often seen in TV dramas.

As elite forces trained by the government, they are very clear about discipline and rules.

Someone who could get Zhang Xuanqing, a high-ranking martial arts master from Longhu Mountain, to personally vouch for them and receive a purple-gold certificate from the General Administration of Customs must not have been able to get in through back channels.

Standing on the far left of the five, a burly man with a buzz cut and a faint scar on his face took the first step forward.

He extended his calloused right hand to me, his voice steady and powerful: "Hello, Consultant Chen."

The leader of the Third Action Team of the Ninth Division, codenamed "Mountain Rock," is serving as the team's deputy leader and assault soldier this time. I've long admired his reputation.

It turns out they were Lei Zhenshan's men.

I reached out and shook his hand; it felt like a hard stone to the touch.

"Hello, just call me Chen Yang. The next task will depend on your cooperation."

I spoke slowly and deliberately, with just the right amount of friendliness in my tone.

With Shan Yan taking the lead, the remaining four team members nodded to me in turn and briefly reported their code names and responsibilities.

A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking somewhat refined, codenamed "Compass," is a feng shui formation expert in the General Administration's Feng Shui Department.

A lean man with sharp, eagle-like eyes, codenamed "Hound," is skilled in jungle tracking and counter-surveillance.

A spirited young woman with short, ear-length hair, codenamed "Ling Shu," is proficient in modern battlefield first aid and Taoist medicine techniques.

Finally, there was a man of medium build and taciturn nature, codenamed "Gunpowder," who was in charge of demolitions and heavy firepower support.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries or small talk, after getting acquainted, Zhang Xuanqing glanced at the time and said in a deep voice, "Everyone is here."

All passengers on board, ready for departure!

"yes!"

The five team members responded in unison, turned around nimbly, and walked into the transport plane through the tail hatch.

Zhang Xuanqing and I followed closely behind.

The cabin is spacious, with rows of simple canvas seats on both sides.

Several heavy, military-green equipment boxes were fixed on the central deck, containing what Zhang Xuanqing had mentioned as the special talismans and equipment for the underground tomb.

We settled into our seats and fastened our four-point seatbelts.

A few minutes later, accompanied by a huge engine roar, the transport plane began to taxi on the runway.

Then it suddenly raised its nose, broke through the morning mist of Beijing, and soared into the sky.

After the plane reached level, Zhang Xuanqing unbuckled his seatbelt, took out a military tactical tablet from his bag, and walked to the center of the cabin.

Shan Yan and the others immediately unbuckled their seatbelts and gathered around.

I stood up and walked over.

Zhang Xuanqing tapped a few times on the tablet and brought up a high-resolution satellite topographic map.

The engine roar inside the cabin was quite loud, but everyone present was either highly skilled or had undergone special training, and their hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Zhang Xuanqing tapped a few times on the tablet and brought up a topographic map that had been scanned by a high-precision satellite and modeled in 3D.

The screen displays a range of mountains covered in dense green vegetation, the mountain ranges resembling several coiled giant pythons.

"Gentlemen, although we have already reviewed the detailed case files at the bureau, we still need to conduct a final tactical confirmation before the operation."

Zhang Xuanqing pointed to a deep valley in the center of the screen, his voice steady.

"This is the heart of Old Bear Ridge."

According to the latest data sent back by the General Bureau's Exploration Department in the past two days, the magnetic field fluctuations inside the ancient tomb hidden beneath the karst cave are several times stronger than when I last explored it.

Zhang Xuanqing zoomed in on the map and pointed to the entrance of the ancient tomb: "This means that the seal on the stone platform used to suppress evil spirits is loosening at an accelerated rate."

Deputy Captain Shan Yan frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Master Zhang, if the seal is completely broken and what's inside escapes, can our current firepower suppress it?"

"It's hard to say."

Zhang Xuanqing shook his head, his expression serious.

"Even through the stone coffin, the resentment emanating from that thing was already astonishing."

If it were to break free of its coffin, coupled with the dense yin energy of the mountains in western Hunan, it would be an absolute disaster.

Therefore, the core objective of our operation is very clear—”

Zhang Xuanqing looked around at everyone, and finally fixed his gaze on me.