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

If it were a typical case of double-crossing, hiding three large trucks would be no easy feat.

Although Luohua Town is remote, the town itself is not large.

Hiding such a large target in a blind spot of surveillance without being detected by anyone requires extremely tight organizational skills and absolute control over the local terrain.

However, even when the local powerful family, the Lan family, went to investigate, they returned empty-handed.

This shows that the methods used by the other party have exceeded the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

It could be an illusion, a maze, or even a sinister formation that uses the unique terrain of southern Xinjiang to isolate a space.

The entire convoy seemed to have driven into an unseen abyss.

"The Lan family was an hour late in delivering the goods..."

I murmured those words softly, looking at Jin Wanliang.

"Old Jin, has the Lan family said why the delivery was late that night?"

Jin Wanliang shook his head: "I asked."

The liaison person from the Lan family said that there was a thick fog in the mountains that day, making the mountain roads difficult to travel, which delayed the delivery of the goods from the village.

That sounds like a very reasonable explanation.

"What is reasonable and logical is often the biggest flaw."

I shook my head and continued.

"However, you can't guess the answer just by looking here."

Since the convoy disappeared in Falling Flower Town, the clues must still be there.

"Old Jin, make the arrangements, we'll head to Luohua Town now."

Upon hearing my decision, Jin Wanliang slapped his thigh and stood up, exclaiming, "Good! I've been waiting for you to say that!"

"Ma San, is the car ready?"

"It was all prepared long ago and is parked at the back door of the warehouse."

Ma San stood up and asked hesitantly.

"Boss Jin, Boss Chen, would you like me to bring a few capable brothers with you?"

That place has a creepy vibe now; having a few more people around would be good for mutual support.

I waved my hand, declining his offer.

"No need, Brother Ma."

In these kinds of situations, having too many people around can easily alert the enemy.

You can stay in Kunming and keep in touch anytime.

We will let you know if needed.

Ma San glanced at Jin Wanliang, and seeing that the boss nodded in agreement, he stopped insisting.

He led us out of the office, through the warehouse filled with goods, and to the back door.

There was a black Toyota Prado SUV parked there, its body covered in mud.

Although this car looks unremarkable, it is perfectly suited for driving on mountain roads.

I glanced at it briefly and found that the trunk was already filled with two cans of spare gasoline, plenty of bottled water, and some high-calorie dry food.

"I had the chassis and engine of this car checked. Its off-road performance is excellent, and it's perfect for driving on the rough roads of southern Xinjiang."

Ma San handed the car keys to Jin Wanliang.

Jin Wanliang took the keys, nodded to him, and turned to get into the driver's seat.

I opened the passenger door, got in, and fastened my seatbelt.

With a deep roar from the engine, the black SUV drove out of the logistics park and merged into the traffic on the edge of Kunming city.

We started speeding south towards the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The distance from Kunming to Luohua Town doesn't look far on the map.

However, because the entire route is a winding mountain road, it actually takes nearly four or five hours to drive there.

After leaving the city of Kunming, the scenery outside the window began to change significantly.

The once wide and flat highway gradually turned into a two-lane provincial road, and the asphalt surface became bumpy and uneven.

The humidity in the air has increased significantly. Even with the air conditioning on, you can feel the dampness and stuffiness.

Jin Wanliang gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed intently on the winding mountain road ahead.

Although he is a businessman who has been in Jiangcheng for many years, he must have traveled all over the country when he made his fortune in his early years, and his driving skills are very solid.

The carriage was quiet. I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes, and rested for a while.

"Brother Chen, do you think... Lao Hei and the others still have any hope of survival?"

After about two hours, Jin Wanliang finally broke the silence.

I opened my eyes and looked at the seemingly endless green mountains and forests ahead, and said, "As long as we haven't found any bodies, there is still hope."

Since the other side went to such great lengths to hide the convoy instead of ambushing it directly on the mountain road...

This means that the goods, or rather, Old Hei and his men, are still useful to them.

"I hope so."

Jin Wanliang sighed deeply.

"Brother Chen, to be honest..."

I've spent half my life in the underworld and seen all sorts of conspiracies and tricks, but this incident still makes me feel uneasy.

Southern Xinjiang is a very complex place.

Gu poison, witchcraft, and all sorts of other unorthodox and unorthodox practices are impossible to guard against.

The Lan family suffered such a huge loss that they couldn't even utter a sound.

I'm really afraid that this trip of ours will be like throwing a stone into the sea.

I turned my head and looked at his chubby face, which was taut with tension, and smiled faintly.

"Old Jin, you weren't this timid back in Jiangcheng."

"How can that be the same?"

Jin Wanliang said with a bitter face.

"Jiangcheng is our home turf, with you and Li Qing, and Director Lu's official background."

Even if we create a huge hole in the sky, someone will cover for us.

But in these mountains, we are complete outsiders.

"Outsiders have their own way of doing things."

I turned my gaze back to the window, my voice calm and firm.

"The Gu techniques of the Southern Frontier are indeed strange, but they all follow the same principle."

Any living thing is afraid of death; any formation has a key point.

"I don't care what kind of monsters or demons swallowed this shipment; since they've messed with us, even if it means turning this entire town of Luohua upside down, I'll still find them."

My tone was not harsh; in fact, it was quite calm.

But after listening, Jin Wanliang's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

He knows my background and has witnessed my shady methods.

With my words of reassurance, he finally felt half relieved.

The car continued its bumpy journey along the mountain road.

As we ventured deeper into the Ten Thousand Mountains, the sky gradually darkened.

The weather in southern Xinjiang is like a child's face, changing in an instant.

Just a moment ago it was sunny and bright, but in less than half an hour, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky.

A rumble of thunder rolled across the distant mountains, signaling that rain was imminent.

Around 6 p.m., our car finally drove through a long downhill section of road.

Through the windshield, I saw a large cluster of gray and white buildings in the valley basin ahead.

A somewhat murky river flows through the middle of the buildings, with several dilapidated stone bridges spanning its surface.

That's Luohua Town.

This town is built against the mountains and beside the water, a typical style of the southern border region.

Most of the houses are brick and wood structures, and the exterior walls are covered with moss due to years of rain erosion, making them look somewhat dilapidated.

However, because this is a major transportation route in and out of the mountains, a narrow asphalt provincial highway runs through the entire town.

There are many grocery stores, auto repair shops and small restaurants on both sides of the road.