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

Shan Yan pressed a few buttons on the communicator, and after a slight electronic noise, the communication was connected.

"Calling the Nest, this is Xiangxi No. 1 Squad."

The mission objective has been destroyed. (Repeated)

The attack was carried out by an unidentified armed group from a third party. The situation has been brought under control and three people have been captured alive.

We have wounded personnel and are requesting non-combatant support. We require medical evacuation and on-site cleanup. Coordinates remain unchanged.

A capable female voice came from the other end of the communicator: "Nest received."

Strong magnetic field interference was detected at the coordinates, preventing support helicopters from entering. Ground support troops have been dispatched and have already set off.

The support team is expected to arrive at the assembly point outside Laoxiongling in two hours.

Please remain vigilant.

Just as Shan Yan was about to end the call, I walked up to him and interrupted him.

"Captain Shanyan, wait a moment," I said in a calm voice.

Shan Yan turned his head, looking at me with some confusion: "What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to add?"

I pointed to the destroyed altar behind me and said slowly, "I just went up there for a look."

Although the lid of the stone coffin was blown off, the coffin itself remained intact.

Moreover, I found many strange, densely packed runes on the inner wall of the sarcophagus.

I sensed it with my inner energy; there was no fluctuation of magical power, but it's definitely not an ordinary thing.

I paused for a moment, my eyes becoming deep, and continued, "Although we cleaved the evil corpse into ashes this time, the orphan of the Sang family did not show up."

These masked men are likely his accomplices, or sent by the organization he's affiliated with.

The evil corpse had been lying in that stone coffin for who knows how long.

If we just leave it here, who can guarantee that the orphan of the Sang family won't sneak back again someday...?

Or should we put a new corpse in there and use those runes to raise another monster?

Upon hearing what I said, Shan Yan's expression immediately turned serious.

He was an experienced special agent and naturally understood the principle of "cutting the weeds out of the roots".

"Therefore, my suggestion is, to be on the safe side, to have the bureau send more people over."

I looked into Shan Yan's eyes and spoke slowly.

"It is best to bring heavy lifting equipment and transportation vehicles."

Let's dig this stone coffin out from underground and carry it back to the Folklore Bureau.

It's much better to conduct the research on our own turf than to leave it in this remote mountain forest like a time bomb.

To prevent future troubles.

Shan Yan followed my gaze to the altar, pondered for a moment, and nodded heavily.

"You're right, Advisor Chen, I didn't think this through."

This kind of sinister thing must not be left to give the enemy any opportunity to exploit.

After saying that, Shan Yan pressed the call button on the communicator again and added into the microphone: "Nest, Xiangxi No. 1, additional request."

A heavy stone coffin with significant research value and potential danger was discovered at the site.

Please send additional engineering corps teams, equipped with heavy lifting equipment and special transport vehicles.

We need to uproot this thing and transport it back to headquarters.

complete."

"Nest received."

The supplementary request has been recorded, and the engineering team will depart with the second batch of support troops.

complete."

After cutting off the communication, Shan Yan stuffed the communicator back into his pocket and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, backup will be here soon."

Everyone should take the time to rest on the spot and treat their wounds.

"Hound, you're in charge of keeping watch on the direction of that bronze door, making sure no one escapes."

The mountain rocks issued orders methodically.

After doing all this while looking at the mountain rocks, I breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

After that, I found a relatively clean place and sat down cross-legged.

After closing my eyes, I slowed my breathing and gradually let my consciousness sink into my body.

The battle that just happened was brief, but extremely intense.

I guided the evil core within my body to rotate slowly, and the jade-colored evil energy began to circulate through my limbs and bones along my meridians.

The meridians, which had been widened several times, were now like broad river channels, allowing the malevolent energy to surge freely.

As the malevolent energy circulated, I could vaguely sense the golden light bestowed by the dragon soul, which made my inner energy heavier and more oppressive.

The soreness in his left arm, caused by excessive exertion, was rapidly subsiding, nourished by the malevolent energy.

About half an hour later, a slight rustling sound of clothing interrupted my internal vision.

I opened my eyes and looked at Zhang Xuanqing not far away.

At this moment, he stopped forming hand seals and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

After taking the pills given by Ling Shu and undergoing more than half an hour of meditation, Zhang Xuanqing's originally pale face finally regained some color.

His breathing became steady and long.

"Master Zhang, are you feeling better?"

I stood up, dusted off my trousers, and walked over.

Zhang Xuanqing opened his eyes and nodded slightly at me: "Much better."

"My internal energy has stabilized, but to fully recover, I'll probably need to return to the mountains and recuperate for ten to fifteen days."

"As long as the root isn't injured, it's fine."

As I spoke, I took my phone out of my pocket, unlocked it, brought up the photo album, and handed it to him.

"When you were meditating just now, I went to take a look at that altar."

The lid of the stone coffin was blown off, but the coffin itself remained intact.

I photographed these things on the inner wall of the sarcophagus. You're very knowledgeable; do you recognize them?

Zhang Xuanqing took the phone and his gaze fell on the screen.

I swiped the screen, showing him the twenty-odd high-definition photos one by one.

In the photo, the distorted, eerie runes appear exceptionally clear under the flash of the camera.

Looking at these photos, Zhang Xuanqing's brows gradually furrowed, and his originally relaxed expression turned serious.

His fingers zoomed in and out on the screen, scrutinizing the direction and arrangement of the engravings over and over again.

He looked at it for a good five or six minutes, then sighed softly and handed the phone back to me.

"I am ashamed to say that although I am well-versed in the Daoist canon and have some knowledge of the talismans and formations of various schools and sects, I have never seen this kind of rune before."

Zhang Xuanqing shook his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"This doesn't seem to be the work of the orthodox Xuanmen sect in the Central Plains, and it doesn't even have anything to do with the evil spells and runes of those unorthodox sects."

Its lines are too primitive, exuding a sense of wildness and bloodshed.

Hearing him say that only piqued my curiosity even more.

Even the high-ranking monks of Longhu Mountain don't recognize this person. The waters behind the Sang family are probably deeper than I imagined.

"Why don't we go down and take a look ourselves? Photos have their limitations," I suggested.

Zhang Xuanqing nodded and stood up, supporting himself on his knees with his hands.

I reached out and offered a helping hand, and the two of us walked together toward the altar in the center of the square.