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

We met during the day eight days ago.

Who could this person be?

Is it a powerful local force in Southern Xinjiang? Or... those rivals who are envious of Jin Wanliang's business?

No matter who it is, once we catch that old man in black, everything will be clear.

A few minutes later, Jin Wanliang hung up the phone and quickly walked back to my side.

"It's all taken care of. Ma San has already gathered his men and is driving here overnight."

"He should be able to park the car outside Luohua Town and meet us in four and a half hours at most."

Jin Wanliang stuffed his phone back into his pocket, rubbed his hands together, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, how dare he steal my goods! This time, I'll make that country bumpkin spit out every last penny he swallowed, plus interest!"

"Let's go then."

I turned around and took the lead on the muddy road I had come from.

"The leader just explained the location of the air-raid shelter and the route inside."

We didn't take the main road in town; instead, we went around it via a side path.

"Let's settle this completely before dawn."

The rain started to fall again, drizzling down.

Jin Wanliang and I walked along the muddy path, our steps uneven.

Because the leader in black gave very detailed instructions before he died, we didn't take any detours.

Following a secluded path behind the town, we quickly reached the halfway point.

The journey was eerily quiet; not even the chirping of insects could be heard.

Just as the man in black said, in order to ensure that we could be completely eliminated at the logging camp, Black Grandpa had mobilized almost all of his elite fighters.

The sentry posts around this air-raid shelter are probably no longer in use.

Pushing aside a thick patch of vines and waist-high weeds, a rusty, heavy iron gate came into view.

I stepped forward and applied a little force, and the iron gate was actually pushed a bit by me.

It seems that the inside is not locked.

Then, I pushed the iron gate open with more force, and a pungent air mixed with the smell of engine oil and smoke immediately rushed in.

"Old Jin, stay close to me and walk quietly."

Without turning my head, I gave a brief instruction and stepped into the dark air-raid shelter.

The air-raid shelter is quite spacious, with a dim emergency light hanging on the walls every ten meters or so.

I slowly spread the cool aura from between my brows, and my spiritual power extended forward like invisible tentacles to explore the path.

After walking a short distance, faint human voices came from around the corner ahead.

I made a hand gesture, and Jin Wanliang immediately understood and stopped.

He pressed his massive body against the damp rock wall, even slowing his breathing.

I tiptoed and moved a few meters closer.

The guards' conversation reached my ears clearly.

"Once Grandpa takes care of those two out-of-towners and sells this batch of goods, we brothers will be set for life."

A man with a hoarse voice puffed on his cigarette, his tone full of greed.

Another, slightly deeper voice sneered:

"You wish! The big boss is definitely Grandpa and those leaders."

But a little soup is enough for us to buy an apartment in Kunming and have some fun at nightclubs for a while.

Speaking of which, when will those few survivors locked in the cages be dealt with?

The bone-eating worms I raised have been starving for days and are desperately needing fresh blood.

"What's the rush? Grandpa said they're still useful, so spare their lives for now."

Don't you dare do anything reckless. Last time you robbed that merchant family outside town, you insisted on testing your new Gu on a living person.

They tortured that family of three for three days and three nights, until their intestines were torn apart. The woman's screams kept me awake for several nights.

He complained in a hoarse voice, but there was no trace of sympathy in his tone; instead, it revealed a numbness that came with habit.

"Hehe, how will you know the power of my Gu worms if you don't test them on living people?"

Hearing this, my eyes didn't show any emotion; I simply sentenced them to death in my mind.

This group of people, thinking they had learned some extraordinary methods, had long lost their reverence for life.

The blood and evil deeds on their hands are enough to make them die ten times over.

As for dealing with these kinds of people, I have no interest in even showing myself to them.

I stood in the shadows about thirty meters away from them, a thought suddenly forming in my mind.

The black bone needle that I kept close to my body seemed to come alive, silently sliding down my sleeve and hovering in my palm.

Under the dual control of powerful spiritual energy and malevolent aura, a faint dark light flowed across the surface of the bone needle.

"Go," I silently thought to myself.

"Whoosh—"

The black bone needle instantly transformed into a dark ray of light that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, silently passing through the thirty-meter-long passage.

The deep voice that was talking at length about how to test poison on living people suddenly stopped laughing.

The bone needle pierced his brain without any resistance from the back of his head, and then emerged from between his eyebrows, leaving a barely perceptible trace of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the bone needle made a sharp turn in mid-air.

With an even more swift and powerful motion, it instantly pierced the throat of the man with the hoarse voice who was still smoking next to him.

The entire process takes less than a second.

The two didn't even see where the enemy was before their brains were completely destroyed.

"Clatter".

The half-smoked cigarette in the man's hoarse voice fell to the ground, sending up a few sparks.

The two bodies fell limply to the ground almost simultaneously, making a dull thud.

I did not stop moving.

Because in my perception network, there are two guards in the open area ahead.

Bone needles darted through the air like a tireless grim reaper.

In the next ten seconds or so, I manipulated the bone needles to weave back and forth in the hall at the end of the passage.

With two dull thuds as they fell to the ground, the remaining two guards were also precisely targeted with their central nervous systems, dying silently.

After confirming that there were no other living people standing within a 50-meter radius besides us, I withdrew the bone needles.

After I put it back close to my body, I turned to Old Jin behind me and said, "Old Jin, let's go, it's clean now."

Jin Wanliang followed me around the corner, saw the two corpses, and curled his lip.

When we reached the open hall at the deepest part of the air-raid shelter, his eyes lit up instantly.

In the center of the hall, three heavy trucks were parked side by side.

The carriage was covered with a thick tarpaulin for rain protection, and the muddy tire tracks were still clearly visible.

This is the shipment of goods worth tens of millions that Jin Wanliang was robbed of.

Next to the truck, there was a huge iron cage welded with thick steel bars.

Seven people were lying haphazardly in the cage, among them the thin, dark-skinned man, who was none other than Lao Hei.

Jin Wanliang rushed over, grabbed the bars of the iron cage, and anxiously called out twice, "Old Hei! Heizi! Wake up!"

The person in the cage didn't react at all, sleeping soundly.

I walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stop shouting, it's no use."

I just checked their auras, and they don't have any fatal external injuries. Their breathing and heartbeats are also very stable.

It must have been some kind of potent sleeping potion or some kind of poison that put someone into a deep coma, given by that dark-skinned old man.

He won't wake up for a while, but his life is not in danger.