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

"Okay! I'll get right on it!"

When Jin Wanliang saw that I was starting to deploy the task, he perked up and immediately jumped up from the sofa, took out his phone and started operating it.

His decisive and efficient demeanor once again brought back some of the shrewd and capable "Boss Jin" style he used to have.

After booking the plane tickets, Jin Wanliang didn't stay long. He said goodbye to me and hurriedly left Tingyuxuan.

He also needed to go back overnight to mobilize his network of contacts and resources to make thorough preparations for our trip to southern Xinjiang.

After seeing Jin Wanliang off, the spacious third floor of Tingyuxuan returned to its usual quiet.

Instead of going to rest immediately, I walked back to the sofa, sat down, and took my phone out of my pocket.

Although I rationally know that not reporting the ten thousand taels of gold to the authorities is the right choice, out of caution, I still want to confirm it through official channels.

I unlocked my phone and opened the app that had no logo.

After entering my consultant number and password, the main interface of the Folklore Bureau's internal portal popped up on my phone screen.

I went directly to the "File Search" section and entered several keywords such as "Fallen Flower Town" and "Missing Persons" into the search bar.

After clicking search, the screen loaded for a few seconds before a cold system message popped up: "[No relevant case records found]".

I wasn't surprised to see this result.

This proves that the disappearance of Lao Hei and his men has indeed not yet attracted the attention of the Yunnan Provincial Bureau of Folk Customs.

This is quite normal, given that southern Xinjiang is a remote area where small-scale conflicts and disappearances occur frequently.

Unless it is revealed immediately that supernatural forces have intervened, it is difficult for local police stations to detect it in a timely manner.

After sighing, I turned off my phone and tossed it onto the coffee table.

A night breeze blew in through the cracks in the slightly ajar window, carrying a hint of the summer night's heat.

After Jin Wanliang left, apart from sending a message to Director Wang to ask for leave, I did not make any other arrangements.

I went back to my bedroom, locked the door, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

My trip to southern Xinjiang is destined to be anything but peaceful, and I need to get myself into peak condition.

I closed my eyes and guided the evil energy within my body to slowly circulate along my meridians...

Silent all night.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, I ended my meditation.

After a quick wash, I carefully concealed the black bone needle close to my body and made sure that the willow-leaf daggers I was carrying were securely sheathed.

After I was ready, I left Tingyuxuan and took a taxi to Jiangcheng Airport.

When they arrived at the airport VIP lounge, Jin Wanliang was already waiting there.

Today, the fat man wore an inconspicuous gray casual outfit and sunglasses perched on his nose, trying to hide his heavy dark circles.

Judging from his listless appearance, he clearly hadn't slept much all night.

"Brother Chen, you've arrived."

Upon seeing me, Jin Wanliang immediately stood up and hurried over to greet me.

I nodded and looked at his bloodshot eyes, saying, "Old Jin, doing business is all about harmony and making money, but you also need to take care of your health."

"Looking like that, if you encounter any emergency in southern Xinjiang, you won't even be able to run."

Jin Wanliang gave a wry smile and rubbed his fat cheeks: "Brother, stop teasing me."

With tens of millions of dollars worth of goods tied up in there, plus the lives lost by Lao Hei, it feels like cat claws are scratching at my heart. How can I sleep?

Let's go, we'll be boarding soon.

Upon hearing this, I nodded without saying anything more.

Following in Lao Jin's footsteps, we boarded the plane smoothly through the VIP channel.

Sitting in the spacious first-class seat, Jin Wanliang lowered his voice and told me that he had contacted the person in charge in Chuncheng and everything was arranged.

I nodded to indicate that I understood, and without asking any further questions, I asked for a blanket and closed my eyes to rest.

The flight, which lasted for more than two hours, was very smooth.

Around noon, the plane landed smoothly at Changshui Airport in Kunming.

As soon as I stepped out of the terminal, a ray of bright sunshine, unique to the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, poured down.

Although the city is called the Spring City, the July sun still carries strong ultraviolet rays, which can cause a slight stinging sensation on the skin.

The air lacked the sultry heat of Jiangcheng; instead, it possessed a dryness and a clear, expansive quality.

We waited by the roadside for less than three minutes when a seven-seater Buick minivan with local license plates and a somewhat dusty exterior pulled up in front of us.

The car door opened, and a young man with a buzz cut and dark skin jumped out of the driver's seat.

He deftly took the luggage from our hands and respectfully called out to Jin Wanliang:

"Boss Jin, you must be tired from your journey. Brother Ma is waiting for you at the warehouse."

Jin Wanliang nodded slightly, adopting a boss-like demeanor I had never seen before.

In response to the young man's greeting, he simply hummed in response.

The young man seemed to be used to it and didn't take Jin Wanliang's reaction to heart.

He turned and glanced at me, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, but he politely refrained from asking any further questions.

He just politely opened the car door for me.

After getting in the car, the minivan drove off the airport expressway and headed towards the edge of Kunming city.

Throughout the journey, Jin Wanliang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and remained silent.

The young driver wisely remained silent and focused on driving.

The car made several turns, avoiding the bustling commercial area.

After driving for about an hour, we entered a logistics park located on the outskirts of the city that looked quite old.

The park was filled with all kinds of large trucks, and the air was thick with the smell of diesel and dust.

Our van stopped in front of a row of connected warehouses at the deepest part of the park.

It looks like an ordinary cargo transfer station, with some cardboard boxes and wooden pallets piled up outside.

"Boss Jin, we've arrived," the driver said softly as he brought the car to a stop.

After opening the car door, Jin Wanliang and I got out of the car one after the other.

Just as I stood still, a metal door in the middle of the row of warehouses was pushed open from the inside.

A lean, sharp-eyed middle-aged man in his forties strode out.

He was wearing an ordinary gray jacket, his hands had large knuckles, and the backs of his hands were covered with thick calluses.

I could tell at a glance that he was a trained fighter and had seen blood on his hands.

"Boss Jin!" The middle-aged man walked up to Jin Wanliang and greeted him in a calm tone.

"Ma San, you've had a tough time these past few days."

Jin Wanliang patted him on the shoulder, then turned around, gesturing for me to step forward and introducing me.

"This is Mr. Chen, my business partner in this deal."

"Regarding this matter in southern Xinjiang, Boss Chen has been in complete control; his decision is my decision."

When Ma San heard Jin Wanliang introduce me like this, a clear look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked me up and down.

Today I'm wearing ordinary black casual clothes, looking like a recent college graduate, without a trace of the ruthlessness of a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world).