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

His eyes were somewhat cloudy, but they revealed an indescribable shrewdness and cunning.

The old man looked at us, a smile spreading across his face, revealing a few yellowed teeth:

"I heard everything you were asking around on this street."

Seven or eight nights ago, three big trucks... right?

Jin Wanliang's eyes sharpened instantly. He stepped forward and stared intently at the old man: "Old man, have you seen him before?"

The old man did not answer Jin Wanliang's question, but slowly tapped his bamboo cane on the bluestone slab, making a dull "tap, tap" sound.

"Hehe, although I'm old and don't sleep much, I saw everything that happened that night very clearly."

The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes sweeping over Jin Wanliang and me, his tone becoming meaningful.

"That scene was rather eerie."

However... these days, even praying to gods and Buddhas requires adding some money for incense.

"The two bosses want to hear some information; I can't just waste my breath, can I?"

Looking at the old man who had suddenly appeared before me, with his shrewd yet mysterious demeanor, I closed my eyes slightly.

Then, I stepped forward, blocking Jin Wanliang's path, and said:

"The old man is right. It's only right to pay for information."

At this point, I paused and smiled slightly.

"As long as your information is accurate, money is not a problem."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and slightly tilted my head towards Jin Wanliang.

Jin Wan understood what I meant in two seconds. Without hesitation, he flipped his wrist and pulled out a wad of red bills from his wallet.

Its thickness was no less than that given to the hotel owner.

The old man's cloudy eyes greedily scanned the banknotes in Jin Wanliang's hand twice, and his withered lips stretched even wider.

He stretched out his withered hands and took the stack of money.

At the same time, he skillfully pinched the thickness with his fingers, and the wrinkles on his face instantly smoothed out.

"Those two big bosses are really straightforward."

The old man carefully stuffed the money into the inside pocket of his coat and patted it.

He then lowered his voice and looked around mysteriously.

"There are too many people on the street, and walls have ears; this is not the place to talk."

If you two don't mind, please come to my house and have a seat and some coarse tea.

I'll tell you everything that happened that night, from beginning to end.

I smiled and replied softly, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, sir."

The old man, leaning on his smooth, oily bamboo cane, turned around and slowly walked into the narrow, dark alley next to him.

Jin Wanliang and I exchanged a glance, and followed him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

This alley is very deep and never sees sunlight. Because it had just rained, the bluestone pavement underfoot was covered with slippery moss.

After following the old man through a maze of twists and turns for about seven or eight minutes, we stopped in front of a two-panel wooden door deep in the alley.

The red paint on the wooden door had almost completely peeled off, and two red paper lanterns covered in dust hung on either side, but they were not lit.

The scene was somewhat eerie in the dark alley.

The old man pushed open the wooden door, and a creaking sound broke the silence of the alley.

He fumbled for the pull-cord switch by the door, and a dim light bulb lit up overhead.

By the dim light, I could make out the scene inside the room.

This is actually an old street-front shop selling funeral products, but the main entrance is in an alley, so it usually looks like a residence.

The shop was small, and the air was filled with the smell of sandalwood mixed with paste.

The shelves against the wall were piled high with bundles of yellow paper and ghost money, as well as several sets of brightly colored funeral clothes.

The most eye-catching thing is the two pairs of paper-mache boys and girls standing in the corner of the room.

These paper figures had pale cheeks and bright red lips, and their dark eyes seemed to be staring intently at us, the two uninvited guests.

If an ordinary person walked into such a place in the middle of the night, they would probably be terrified.

But Jin Wanliang is a seasoned veteran who has seen all sorts of strange items in the underground black market, while I am an embalmer who deals with the dead every day.

This little spectacle isn't even an appetizer for us.

"The place is simple, please find a place to sit."

The old man pointed to a dilapidated eight-immortal table and several long benches in the center of the room.

He then walked behind the counter, picked up an enamel teapot covered in tea stains, and poured us two cups of dark-colored, high-quality tea.

I didn't mind at all and sat down on the bench quite naturally.

After taking a small sip of tea, I said, "Uncle, this place is quite quiet."

"Now that you've taken the money, can you tell us what happened that night?"

The old man sat down at the other end of the table and rested his bamboo cane against his legs.

He coughed lightly twice to clear his throat and began to describe the scene that night in detail.

"That night, it was very hot and humid. I couldn't sleep, so I moved a small stool to the entrance of the alley and sat down to smoke a pipe."

A flicker of fear, perhaps from a memory, flashed in his eyes.

"It was around 1:30 a.m. when I heard a rumbling noise coming from the road."

I peeked out and, wow, three huge semi-trailer trucks, lined up, drove in.

"There are usually a lot of cars passing through this town late at night. I was just going to take a quick look and then go back to my room to sleep."

But just as the three cars reached the intersection ahead and were about to slow down and turn, something strange happened.

The old man leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "A thick, grayish-white fog suddenly rose up around the intersection without any warning."

The fog rose so fast, it was really strange, it even swallowed up the light from the streetlights.

Almost instantly, the three trucks seemed to have crashed into a wall of cotton.

The engine was still roaring, but the car just wouldn't move.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang paused slightly, his fingers holding the cigarette tucked behind him, and stared at the old man with a furrowed brow.

"Then, I saw a group of people emerge from the gray fog indistinctly."

The old man swallowed hard, paused, and continued.

"Those people were all wearing the old-fashioned black cloth shirts and straw hats on their heads."

The scariest thing is that when they walk, their heels never touch the ground! It's like they're floating in fog.

"The group of men in black circled the three large trucks once, and then..."

They actually reached out and, as if lifting paper horses and bridges, simply lifted the three large trucks loaded with goods!

The old man gestured with both hands, as if the unbelievable scene was right before his eyes:

"That's a huge iron lump full of cargo!"

Without even shouting, they silently lifted the car into the air, turned around, and carried it into the fog, heading directly towards the dirt road north of the town.

A short while later, the gray fog dissipated, leaving the people and car spotless, as if they had never been there at all!