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

The guesthouse has a self-service restaurant on the first floor specifically for internal staff, serving hot meals 24 hours a day.

I decided to go there first and have a big meal to replenish the energy I had used up.

After a satisfying meal, we went back to our room to pack our luggage and waited comfortably for the car to pick us up, ready to return to Jiangcheng.

……

There weren't many people in the self-service restaurant on the first floor of the guesthouse.

I chose a seat by the window and ate a big bowl of steaming hot beef noodles, along with several steamers of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and two cups of hot soy milk.

After eating and drinking my fill, the emptiness in my stomach was instantly filled.

I leaned back in my chair, watching the bustling traffic on the streets of Beijing outside the window, and let out a soft sigh of relief.

After sitting for another ten minutes, I got up and left.

Back in my room, I quickly packed my meager belongings, took my room key, and went downstairs to check out.

At 10:30 a.m., the car arranged by the General Administration stopped in front of the guesthouse on time.

The driver was a quiet young man. After helping me put my backpack in the trunk, he smoothly drove the car onto the expressway to the airport.

As I watched the skyscrapers rushing past the car window, I didn't actually feel much attachment.

Although the capital city is prosperous and full of spiritual energy, I feel that there are rules and regulations everywhere.

It seemed that even the air itself was filled with a solemn atmosphere that made people tense.

In comparison, I still prefer Jiangcheng, a place with a touch of everyday life, where I can freely tinker with and research magic.

Around noon, the car arrived at the VIP terminal of Beijing Capital International Airport.

Led by the staff, I entered the exclusive first-class waiting room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhang Xuanqing sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

Today he changed out of his combat uniform and wore an ordinary short-sleeved shirt.

He looked less fierce and ruthless on the battlefield and more detached and composed, like a Taoist master.

"Master Zhang, I've kept you waiting."

I walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite him, and greeted him.

Zhang Xuanqing put down his purple clay teacup, looked at me and nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation:

"You look good; it seems you slept well last night."

The aura within you seems even more refined than it was in the ancient tomb yesterday. Truly, the younger generation is formidable.

I smiled and didn't dwell on the topic, simply saying, "If you're well-fed and well-rested, you'll naturally feel better."

The two chatted for a few minutes, and soon ground staff came over to remind us to board.

This time we were on a large passenger plane, and the first-class cabin was very spacious.

After finding my seat, I adjusted it to a comfortable angle and enjoyed the pleasant temperature inside the cabin.

As the plane accelerates and climbs on the runway, a strong sense of thrust is felt.

The outline of the capital city gradually shrank outside the porthole, eventually being completely obscured by thick clouds.

Once the plane had leveled off, and the flight attendants served drinks, I turned to Zhang Xuanqing, who was sitting in the aisle seat next to me, and asked softly:

"Master Zhang, do you have any special plans for your trip to Jiangcheng this time?"

If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know.

Zhang Xuanqing picked up the warm water in front of him, took a sip, looked at the back of the seat in front of him, and slowly said, "Actually, there's nothing particularly urgent."

The matter in western Hunan has come to a temporary end, and I've been away for quite some time now.

"I'll take a trip to Jiangcheng and then head back to Longhushan on the way."

At this point, a rare faint smile appeared on his lips: "Besides, it's been quite a while since I've seen that girl Lu Yan."

And then there's Zhou Ming's good-for-nothing apprentice, who almost lost his life in Zhoujia Village last time.

As his teacher, I have to go and check on his recovery progress, and also test him to see if he's fallen behind in his studies.

Upon hearing this, I nodded inwardly.

This is indeed pretty much what I guessed before.

Zhang Xuanqing is Lu Yan's senior brother and Zhou Ming's master. Given this relationship, it is only natural for him to visit her in Jiangcheng.

"Director Lu has been managing the Jiangcheng branch very well lately. As for Zhou Ming, with the resources of the bureau, he should have recovered by now."

I echoed that sentiment.

Zhang Xuanqing sighed slightly, his smile fading and his expression becoming somewhat serious: "Visiting them is only one aspect."

Actually, I had another plan for this trip to Jiangcheng.

He lowered his voice and said, "Last night at the General Administration, I gave a detailed report on the situation in western Hunan."

Although we eliminated a huge hidden danger, we still couldn't catch the orphan of the Sang family.

As for the three prisoners that Shan Yan brought back…”

Zhang Xuanqing shook his head, his brows furrowing slightly:

"I have a feeling that it will be difficult to get anything of value out of the Ninth Division."

I was slightly taken aback and looked at him with some confusion:

"The methods of the Ninth Division... can those three assassins withstand them?"

"It's not a question of whether we can withstand it or not."

Zhang Xuanqing explained.

"Those suicide soldiers, to put it bluntly, are very likely just cannon fodder sent out."

When they are in a low position, it is difficult for them to know any core secrets.

If that's the case, then the connection behind Yan Shouyi has been completely severed.

After hearing what he said, I also felt that it made a lot of sense.

"so,"

Zhang Xuanqing looked at me and continued.

"Instead of waiting for the Folklore Bureau to search for that orphan of the Sang family across the country like looking for a needle in a haystack..."

I might as well go to the ancestral graves in Zhoujia Village myself and take a look. Maybe I can find some clues that I've missed.

Anyway, Zhoujia Village is right next to Jiangcheng, so going there to try my luck is on the way.

"That's one way to do it."

I agreed.

"Those heretical practitioners will always leave traces of their actions."

With your keen eyesight, you might actually spot something.

Zhang Xuanqing leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh: "I hope so."

Moreover, to be honest, I always felt a little uncomfortable staying in Beijing.

There are some old guys in the General Administration who spend all their time weighing the pros and cons and studying the rules.

Dealing with them is more tiring than slaying demons.

Instead of waiting there for news from the Ninth Division, it's better to return to the mountain as soon as possible.

I've been away from Longhu Mountain for a while now, and I really miss the morning prayers and the tranquility there.

Hearing Zhang Xuanqing's slightly sarcastic tone, I couldn't help but chuckle softly: "It seems we feel about the same thing."

The atmosphere in Beijing is too intense; it's really not suitable for people like us who are used to a more relaxed lifestyle.

As soon as we finished speaking, we looked at each other and smiled.

The somewhat heavy atmosphere that had been due to the discussion of the case dissipated considerably.