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

"Master... Master, why did Grandpa take action? He really didn't tell us!"

His voice was so anxious it sounded like he was about to cry.

"We're just doing things for money."

All I know is that on the day of the carjacking, Grandpa seemed to have met someone mysteriously in his stilted house.

After meeting that person, Grandpa suddenly summoned a few of us leaders and made a last-minute plan to hijack the car that night.

Mysterious man?

I keenly grasped this crucial information.

It seems that this old man in black might just be a knife that someone else is using.

The real mastermind was the person who appeared during the day eight days ago.

"But I know where the convoy is!"

Seeing that I didn't speak, the man in black quickly added something to prove his worth.

"The convoy didn't even leave Luohua Town!"

After Grandpa used the ghost to lift the convoy out of the street, he went directly to an abandoned air-raid shelter in the back mountain of the town!

That place was left over from before, and the entrance was very hidden. In the last two years, Grandpa has turned it into his private property.

Those three large trucks and all the people inside were all locked up in the air-raid shelter!

They didn't leave the town; instead, they hid underground.

This explains why Jin Wanliang couldn't find any clues even after eight days of investigation.

The opponent played a brilliant trick of hiding the truth from the light.

"One last question."

I stood up and looked down at him.

Where is the entrance to the air-raid shelter? What are the specific routes inside?

Also, how many capable fighters does Grandpa Hei still have around him?

The man in black dared not conceal anything and told the air-raid shelter its exact location and the several branch paths inside, as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

He even gave a clear account of the location of the stilted house where Hei Agong used to live.

"As for manpower..."

He gave a bitter laugh and looked around at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

"The people Grandpa can use are here to ensure that you can be eliminated with absolute certainty..."

Aside from the four henchmen who stayed in the air-raid shelter to watch over the survivors, the rest... all perished here.

Swarming out in full force?

It seems this old man in black takes the matter of eradicating weeds very seriously, but unfortunately, he underestimated the toughness of the weeds.

After listening to all the information, I didn't speak immediately. Instead, I closed my eyes and circulated the cool energy between my eyebrows to its maximum.

I brought a wisp of the bone needle close to his brow again, carefully observing his subtle reactions when faced with an extreme threat of death.

At this moment, his pupils contracted sharply, and his muscles stiffened with fear.

But there was no guilty conscience about having his lie exposed in his eyes, only a pure will to survive.

After confirming that he was not lying, I withdrew the aura of the bone needle.

"You're very cooperative. You're a genuine person."

I said it in a gentle tone.

"I'm a man of my word."

As soon as I finished speaking, my right wrist, which was hanging by my side, suddenly jerked.

The scalpel transformed into a cold, silvery glint, flashing and disappearing into the darkness.

"Pfft."

The blade precisely sliced ​​through his spinal nerves and carotid artery.

He didn't even have time for the final pain sensation to reach his brain before blood gushed out like a fountain.

Then, his body fell straight backward, landing in a muddy puddle, and he fell silent.

I said I'd give him a quick death, and I wouldn't let him suffer for even half a second longer.

After dealing with him, I turned around expressionlessly, carrying my blood-dripping dagger, and walked towards the two leaders I had knocked unconscious with the hilt of my dagger.

I never hold back against mortal enemies I've already provoked.

The price of being soft-hearted is leaving behind endless trouble.

As for me, I've always hated trouble the most.

"Pfft, pfft."

I calmly swung my knife twice, ending their lives while they were unconscious.

Afterward, I walked around the logging camp again, finishing off the black-clad men who were still breathing and groaning in pain on the ground one by one.

Throughout the entire process, I didn't even lose my breathing rhythm for a moment.

I only stopped after confirming that there was no other living person besides me and Jin Wanliang on this open space.

After shaking off the blood from the blade, I put the scalpel back into my sleeve.

"Old Jin, come out. The small fry have been cleaned up."

I turned my head and shouted at the huge pile of logs in the distance.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the deathly silent logging camp.

A few seconds later, a rustling sound came from behind the log stack.

Jin Wanliang's massive body emerged from the shadows.

He gripped the willow-leaf knife, which carried my murderous aura, tightly in his hand. His small eyes warily scanned the corpses and remains of Gu worms scattered all around him, and his forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

Even though he was used to the ups and downs of the underworld, he couldn't help but turn pale at the sight of this scene that resembled a battlefield.

"Brother Chen, your methods... are becoming increasingly incomprehensible to me."

Jin Wanliang walked to my side, looked at the tragic scene, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just a bunch of third-rate rogue cultivators, they look intimidating."

I spoke calmly, not lingering on the topic, and went straight to the point.

"I asked it."

This was done by a local thug known as "Black Grandpa," but he may have been instructed by someone else.

The good news is, the goods and Old Hei and his crew are all still here.

Jin Wanliang's tense expression instantly brightened, his eyes gleaming: "Really? Where?"

"We didn't leave Luohua Town at all; we were in an abandoned air-raid shelter in the mountains behind the town."

I dusted off my hands and began to arrange things methodically.

"And what that guy just said is that in order to deal with us, Grandpa Black sent all his best fighters to this logging camp."

There are only four henchmen guarding that air-raid shelter now.

That place is now just an empty shell.

Jin Wanliang, a seasoned veteran, understood immediately. He instantly grasped my meaning.

"Brother, you mean...we should just go raid his base right now?"

"Yes, speed is of the essence in war."

Before Grandpa Hei receives news of the group's annihilation, we'll go straight to the air-raid shelter, rescue the people, and seize the goods.

As I spoke, I pointed to the cell phone in Jin Wanliang's pocket:

"Spring City is at least four or five hours away from here by mountain road."

Call Ma San right now and tell him not to wait any longer, but to quickly bring a few reliable brothers and drive over.

By the time he arrived, we had almost completely cleaned the air-raid shelter, just in time for the goods relocation.

Jin Wanliang slapped his thigh and nodded repeatedly, "Brilliant! You're quick-witted, brother! I'll start right now!"

After saying that, he took out his phone, walked to the side, and dialed Ma San's number.

While he was on the phone, I circulated the cool energy between my eyebrows to calm down the small amount of malevolent energy and blood I had consumed in the battle.

At the same time, I was also pondering the "mysterious person" that the man in black had mentioned before he died.