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

Old Hei's men definitely didn't live here.

I closed the registration form and nodded to Jin Wanliang.

Jin Wanliang understood immediately and released his fingers from the banknotes.

The proprietress quickly swept the wad of money into the drawer, her face beaming with joy.

"Excuse me, big sister."

I smiled at her, turned and walked out of the hotel, with Jin Wanliang following closely behind.

Reopening his umbrella, Jin Wanliang walked along the drizzly street and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Chen, how's it going? Did you figure anything out?"

"There's nothing wrong with the shop. The proprietress is just an ordinary person; she's just greedy."

I looked at the puddle at my feet and said calmly.

"Old Jin, take me along the route the convoy took after entering the town, following the surveillance footage that Ma San found."

"Okay. Keep walking straight along this main street for about 500 meters, and there will be a fork in the road."

The surveillance footage shows the section where the convoy disappeared.

Jin Wanliang nodded and began to lead the way based on his memory.

Starting from the main street entrance of Luohua Town, we simulated the trajectory of the convoy entering the town that night, step by step.

By this time, night had fallen, and most of the shops on both sides of the street had closed.

Only a few 24-hour convenience stores and late-night food stalls still had their lights on.

I followed Jin Wanliang, my steps seemingly casual, but in reality, I had already highly concentrated my mental energy.

As I walked, I closed my eyes and guided the mysterious, cool aura that lingered between my eyebrows to be released slowly.

As the cool air spread, my five senses seemed to be amplified infinitely.

The surrounding air currents, the sound of water droplets falling, and even the faint pulsation of the earth's veins deep underground were all clearly presented in my mind.

I stopped at an intersection in the middle of the main street.

"What's wrong, bro?"

When Jin Wanliang saw me stop, he immediately turned around nervously.

I didn't say anything, but squatted down, stretched out my finger, and gently wiped it on a slightly out-of-place bluestone slab by the roadside.

In the cool, refreshing view, a very faint gray aura lingers on this otherwise ordinary bluestone slab.

This airflow was cold and stagnant, completely out of sync with the naturally flowing spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

It's like a severed fuse, faint but real.

I stood up, dusted off my hands, and said in a deep voice, "It's the residue of magical fluctuations."

This place had been tampered with before, with some kind of illusion or maze set up.

Although the person who arranged it cleaned it up thoroughly afterward, the bluestone slab is considered yin and easily accumulates energy, so a slight residue was left.

Upon hearing my words, Jin Wanliang's expression changed.

Although he didn't understand magic, he knew what this discovery meant.

This proves that the disappearance of Lao Hei's convoy was definitely not a simple case of gangsters killing each other, but rather that someone from the Xuanmen sect had intervened.

"Can you tell which school of martial arts this technique belongs to?" Jin Wanliang asked in a deep voice.

I shook my head: "It's too weak, and several days have passed, leaving only a very scattered wisp of energy."

However, one thing is certain: the other party's methods were very skillful; they were definitely not some amateur charlatan.

To verify my guess, we continued along the route.

Sure enough, over the next few hundred meters, relying on my keen sense of the cool air, I found similar residual magical fluctuations in several dark corners and beside abandoned drainage ditches.

Although these remnants are scattered, if you connect them in your mind...

This perfectly formed the prototype of a hidden array capable of covering this section of the street.

It seems that when Lao Hei's convoy drove into this street that night, it was as if it had driven into an invisible pocket.

They cannot be captured by external surveillance cameras because their whereabouts have been concealed by an array.

They were also unable to reach the Yue Lai Hotel.

Because they may have lost their way under the influence of the formation, or they may have been directly transported to another location.

However, while this clue is crucial, it is still insufficient for us to find out Lao Hei and his gang's exact whereabouts.

So, in order to find out more details, we began to visit the shops and houses along the street.

After all, there were three large trucks.

Even if the formation conceals its form, the heavy engine roar and the vibration of the tires rolling on the road will still be noticed by people nearby.

We knocked on the door of a late-night food stall that was still open.

The owner was a burly man with his shirt off, grilling skewers.

"Boss, sorry to bother you."

I walked over and asked in a gentle tone.

"I want to ask you something. About seven or eight days ago, around 1:30 a.m., did you hear any noise on this street?"

For example, the sound of many large trucks driving by?

The shop owner rolled his eyes, flipping through the meat skewers in his hand, and said impatiently:

"Seven or eight days ago? Who would remember that in the middle of the night?"

In our town, there are countless vehicles passing through on their way into the mountains.

Trucks hauling timber and ore arrive every day, often in the middle of the night.

I'm so used to that rumbling sound that I just think it's thunder and lightning when a car goes by; I can't tell what day it is.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang and I exchanged a glance and left the late-night food stall.

After that, we visited several more houses along the street, but the results were all similar.

Either it's because it's been too long and I can't remember, or I was sleeping too soundly in the middle of the night and didn't hear anything.

This is understandable.

After all, for ordinary people, unless there is a major incident like a fire or explosion, who would care whether a car passes by the front door a few nights?

I stood on the street corner, my brows slightly furrowed.

While these remnants of magic prove that the caravan may have been ambushed here, they cannot tell me where they were ultimately taken.

Deciphering such faint remnants of an array often requires profound knowledge of Feng Shui and a great deal of time for deduction.

And this is precisely the area I'm not good at.

If Li Qing were here, perhaps he could use a compass and counting rods to find the life and death gates of the formation, and thus deduce the direction of the caravan.

However, I practice the killing techniques of the Corpse-Sewing lineage, and I am indeed somewhat powerless to reverse-engineer such intricate formations.

Just as I was pondering where to find a professional who was proficient in formations to help me, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the side.

"Hey, bosses, are you looking for a big truck?"

Jin Wanliang and I turned our heads at the same time.

At the entrance of a narrow alley next to us, there stood an old man with a hunched back.

He was wearing a faded gray overcoat and leaning on a shiny bamboo cane.

At this moment, he disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

I looked up and could barely make out his face, which was covered with deep wrinkles.