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

After hearing this vivid description, the entire funeral parlor fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Only the grandfather clock in the corner made a "tick-tock" sound.

If it were an ordinary person who didn't know anything about this, upon hearing such a bizarre story of "ghosts carrying a cart," they would most likely think that the old man was a crazy swindler trying to cheat people out of their money.

But both Jin Wanliang and I knew that within this circle, using this method of moving heavy objects with yin energy or ghost-summoning techniques...

Although rare, it is by no means impossible.

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to feel thirsty and picked up his teacup to take a big gulp of water.

Then, he weighed the thick wad of banknotes in his pocket, looked at us, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

He said bluntly, "Two big bosses, I won't hide anything from you."

My family has been in the funeral business in this town for three generations.

Dressing the dead and holding umbrellas for them, performing feng shui consultations and acupoint selection for the living—I myself know a little bit about these matters concerning the yin and yang realms.

The old man tapped the ground with his cane, his tone becoming more resolute:

"I can tell from your demeanor that you two are extraordinary, daring to investigate such a head-threatening matter, you must both be knowledgeable people in the underworld."

I'm not going to play riddles with you guys anymore, old man.

I've looked into the old family records and roughly understand the "ghostly slewing" technique used that night.

"This technique of using ghost soldiers to transport objects consumes a great deal of resources."

It's manageable to move gold and silver valuables normally, but that was three heavy trucks!

Even if the spellcaster is highly skilled, the range of the transport would generally not exceed six miles.

The old man held up four fingers, waved them in front of us, and said with absolute certainty:

"Once you leave the town, head north in the direction they disappeared that night."

Take my advice, and you'll find clues about those three vehicles within four miles of that mountain gully!

At this point, the old man leaned back in his chair, smacked his lips, and looked like he had said all he wanted to say and didn't care whether people believed him or not.

I held my teacup, calmly watching the few tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea.

The evil core within his body slowly circulated, and the mysterious, cool aura that had been lingering between his eyebrows silently spread out, enveloping the old man entirely.

In my perception, although this old man's vital energy was slightly stronger than that of his peers, he also seemed to be tainted with the deathly and yin energy left by years of performing funeral rites...

However, there was no trace of magical power flowing within his body.

He was just an ordinary funeral shop owner.

Seeing this, I secretly sneered to myself.

The old man appeared just in time when we were looking for clues at the intersection.

It was as if they were waiting for us at the intersection with a stopwatch on.

After chatting for a while, he learned far too much.

Not only can he vividly describe the details of "ghosts carrying a cart," but he also knows the maximum transport distance of this unorthodox technique.

Finally, they even thoughtfully gave us directions: head north, it's less than four miles away.

This isn't providing clues; it's practically handing us a map to complete a game, begging us to follow the directions it points out.

I never believed that such coincidences existed in this world.

Those seemingly unintentional accidents and well-meaning directions are often actually carefully woven traps by hunters lurking in the shadows.

Jin Wanliang had said in Jiangcheng that after the incident, he spent a lot of money to investigate Luohua Town thoroughly, but he couldn't find out anything.

If this old man is really so greedy, why didn't he jump out and sell information when Ma San and the others were investigating?

Just as Jin Wanliang and I arrived in town and discovered a remnant of an array at the crossroads, he couldn't wait to jump out.

That's too targeted.

Clearly, these people who were secretly plotting this not only knew we were coming, but they also figured out our movements and Jin Wanliang's plans.

They're using these half-true, half-false, eerie clues to lure us to a place four miles to the north.

That place was definitely a carefully planned trap.

However, I remained outwardly calm and composed.

Faced with such an open scheme, there is no use in running away, because the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeve.

However, since they've gone to such lengths to lure me into their trap, I might as well play along and see what kind of "dragon's den and tiger's lair" they've prepared in the north.

Incidentally, it can also expose the mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

"Sir, your news has been a great help to us."

I put down my teacup, a smile on my face, and spoke in a sincere and friendly tone.

I turned to look at Jin Wanliang and said slowly:

"Old Jin, this old man even shared his family's traditional skills with us, that's real, solid knowledge."

That little bit of money you gave for asking for directions was too meager.

Although Jin Wanliang was a businessman, he was able to thrive in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and his mind worked faster than anyone else's.

When the old man was explaining the principles of those spells, a hint of doubt had already flashed in his eyes.

Hearing me speak so calmly, the old fox instantly understood what I meant.

This is just acting.

"Brother Chen is right, I was being petty!"

Jin Wanliang immediately put on an expression of sudden realization, and without hesitation pulled out a thick wad of cash from his bag, at least five thousand yuan, and slammed it heavily onto the Eight Immortals table.

"Grandpa, please keep this money. Consider it as a gift to buy you some good cigarettes."

If we actually find the goods in the north, we'll reward you handsomely!

Jin Wanliang said with great pride.

The old man's eyes practically gleamed with greed as he looked at the large stack of banknotes that had appeared on the table.

He deftly swept the money into his pocket, his old face beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he bowed repeatedly.

"Oh my, these two bosses are real money gods!"

You can head north without worry. Once you leave the town, just keep going north for about four miles, and you won't go wrong!

I wish both bosses every success!

"Thank you for your kind words. It's getting late, so we won't bother you any longer."

I nodded and stood up.

Jin Wanliang also got up, and the two of us walked out of the funeral shop filled with the smell of paper offerings, one after the other.

The old man warmly escorted us to the alley entrance and watched us walk back to the main street before turning back, satisfied.

The night breeze swept through the empty streets of Luohua Town, bringing a touch of the unique coolness of southern Xinjiang.

Jin Wanliang and I walked side by side on the street.

Once they were out of sight of the alley, the smile on Jin Wanliang's face vanished instantly.

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth without lighting it, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, is there something wrong with this old man?"

Ma San ran around with the money for the past few days but couldn't get a single word out of us. This old man, however, seems to have been waiting for us here on purpose today.