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

"Yunnan Province, Luohua Town"

As I watched the sunrise outside the window gradually brighten, I methodically gave him the three locations from last night.

"An abandoned logging camp in the woods north of the town, an abandoned air-raid shelter on the back mountain, and a three-story stilted building on the northern edge of the town."

At this point, I paused briefly to add a detail.

"The old guy who led the group was called Grandpa Black. He was an evil cultivator who was skilled in using Gu poison and unorthodox methods."

The others were just a bunch of lone wolves.

I didn't clean the scene much; there were still heavy traces of poison and magical battle.

Lei Zhenshan responded from the other end, his voice still as steady as a mountain:

"Understood, I will have the nearest branch office take over the scene."

I'll put in a good word for you in Luohua Town; no branch office will bother you there.

"Thank you for your help, Uncle Lei," I said gently.

"It's nothing."

Lei Zhenshan paused, his tone unusually gentle, like that of an elder.

"Now that things are done, let's go back to Jiangcheng as soon as possible."

Southern Xinjiang is a terrible place with heavy miasma and deep water; don't wander around there aimlessly.

"Next time you have time to come to Beijing, have a couple of cups of tea with me."

"Okay, definitely."

After that, Lei Zhenshan didn't say another word and hung up the phone decisively.

Hearing the busy tone from my phone, I casually tossed it onto the table.

With the intervention of Lei Zhenshan and the Ninth Division, the cause and effect of the dozen or so lives lost in Luohua Town have been completely severed in the open.

I walked to the window, pushed open the glass, and let the slightly cool morning air of Kunming blow into the room.

After standing for a moment, I stretched and lay down on the bed.

After a night of running around and fighting, although supported by a fierce aura, I was still a little tired.

I closed my eyes, and enveloped in the cool air, I quickly drifted into a light sleep.

Even in my sleep, I maintained a basic level of vigilance.

A cool sensation lingered slowly and steadily between my brows, like an invisible radar monitoring everything happening outside the room.

The noise in the logistics park gradually increased, with the roar of heavy trucks and the shouts of workers loading and unloading goods intertwined.

This signals the official start of a busy new day in Kunming.

Just then, a rapid and monotonous cell phone ringtone broke through the noise and rang out abruptly in the room.

I opened my eyes instantly, a faint jade-colored luster flashing in my pupils before my eyes quickly regained their clarity.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table and glanced at it; the time on the screen was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

What surprised me even more was that the number displayed on the caller ID was still Lei Zhenshan's encrypted dedicated line.

We just spoke on the phone three hours ago.

Given his style of doing things, unless there's an unforeseen situation, he would never contact me again at this time.

I sat up, leaned against the headboard, pressed the answer button, and held the phone to my ear.

"Uncle Lei".

I spoke softly, my voice not at all hoarse from just waking up.

"I hope I didn't disturb your nap."

Lei Zhenshan's voice was crisp and clear.

"The matter in Luohua Town has been settled."

The local police station reported that the conflict stemmed from a dispute over the distribution of spoils among cult members operating in southern Xinjiang; the case has been closed.

After hearing his report, I frowned slightly.

Lei Zhenshan is reliable, which was within my expectations.

But I had a lingering doubt in my heart.

Based on my guess about his personality, he wouldn't need to call me again to tell me about such a trivial matter as dealing with the aftermath.

He handles countless confidential matters every day, so this little disturbance in Luohua Town is nothing to him.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Lei Zhenshan on the other end of the phone did not hang up as decisively as before.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.

I could hear the sound of his fingertips lightly tapping the table, as if he was considering something.

After a moment, he spoke again, his tone becoming somewhat serious:

"Chen Yang, do you know a young feng shui master friend in Jiangcheng?"

Upon hearing this question, my mind raced.

A feng shui master he knows? There's only one young feng shui master that Lei Zhenshan mentioned.

"Uncle Lei, are you talking about Li Qing?"

After I realized what was happening, I answered calmly.

"We know each other, and we're friends who've been through thick and thin together. What's wrong?"

Lei Zhenshan sighed on the other end and said in a deep voice, "One of my squads recently withdrew from a top-secret mission in the heart of southern Xinjiang."

Just ten minutes ago, I saw a brief record in their mission report about a suspected feng shui master being hunted down by forces from the Southern Frontier.

Upon hearing this, my gaze froze for a moment.

Lei Zhenshan continued:

"During their retreat, the squad stumbled upon a chase."

The two sides in the battle are a lone feng shui master on one side and an unknown force from the southern border on the other.

Given that they had just completed a mission, their personnel were not in good condition.

To avoid complications, the squad leader did not immediately intervene in the battle, but instead remained hidden and observed.

He took a photo using a telephoto device.

However, just as he was about to ask the command center via satellite communication whether intervention was necessary, the group and the feng shui master disappeared into the miasma deep in the rainforest.

It's so fast that it can't even be tracked.

"Just now, this mission report, along with the encrypted video, was sent to me."

I looked at the blurry photo and realized that the person being chased in it looked somewhat familiar.

Lei Zhenshan's tone was somewhat solemn.

"I met him once when the case at the City God Temple was being closed."

Although that kid was injured at the time, he was still quite articulate, so I vaguely remember him.

My grip on the phone tightened slightly, but my voice remained calm as I asked, "How is he doing now?"

"Not very optimistic."

Lei Zhenshan spoke frankly.

"I've already used the permissions to send the photos to the Folklore Bureau's intranet terminal on your phone. You can see for yourself."

I took my phone away from my ear, opened the Folklore Bureau's internal app on the screen, and went to my inbox.

Sure enough, there was an encrypted email inside.

Opening the email, I found only one photo with slightly grainy pixels, clearly taken from a distance in a poorly lit tropical rainforest environment.

The background of the photo is a dense, miasma-filled primeval jungle.

In the center of the image, a figure is crouching on the ground, using a huge banyan tree trunk as cover.

Although due to the distance and shooting angle, only half of the face could be barely seen.

But the familiar figure and the black box on his back almost immediately confirmed his identity to me.

It was Li Qing.

However, he looked quite disheveled in the photo.