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

Upon hearing the words "Grandpa Lan," the scarred man's expression instantly turned serious.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead gave me a deep look with a very complicated expression.

Then, he took a deep breath and didn't ask a single question about why he wanted to see Grandpa Lan.

"Mr. Chen, since you have urgent business with Grandpa, I naturally wouldn't dare to stop you."

The scarred man bowed slightly, his tone becoming more solemn.

"You are a great benefactor of the Lan family. Grandpa had previously instructed that if you came, no checkpoint should make things difficult for you."

I will now use a specially made whistling arrow to send a message to the village.

After saying that, he turned around and gave a very decisive gesture to his two subordinates behind him: "Make way!"

The two young men immediately retreated to the sides of the mountain path, completely clearing the narrow passage that had been blocked by their bodies.

The scarred man turned to me again and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll send you a signal right away."

From here on out, as long as the echo of my signal arrow lingers, the sentries ahead will know that a distinguished guest has arrived, and the journey will be unimpeded.

You can drive your car directly to the main gate of the village.

"Thank you, brother." I nodded to him.

The scarred man didn't say anything more, but instead pulled out a bamboo tube-shaped object from his waist and suddenly pulled open the fuse at the bottom.

"call out--"

A piercing shriek shot into the sky, exploding into a cloud of pale blue smoke in the dim sky.

The sound echoed back and forth in the empty valley, lingering for a long time.

I rolled up the car window and stepped on the gas.

The off-road vehicle let out a deep roar, brushed past the scarred man, and drove into the deepest part of the mountains.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw the scarred man still standing in the middle of the road, watching my taillights disappear around the bend.

But that deep look he gave me just now keeps replaying in my mind.

At this moment, the carriage was very quiet, with only the roar of the engine echoing in the ears.

I felt the malevolent energy flowing through my body, and I had a vague feeling that a storm was about to break.

Ahead, a massive gatehouse was beginning to emerge in the darkness, its outline barely visible.

We've arrived at Lanjia Village.

When the off-road vehicle came to a steady stop outside the gate of Lanjia Village, it was not yet completely dark.

At this moment, a wisp of dark red sunset still lingered above the western mountain peaks.

The rosy light shone through the perennial miasma above the Ten Thousand Mountains, casting a slightly oppressive crimson hue over the ancient village gate.

I pushed open the car door, casually put the car keys in my pocket, and stepped out of the car.

As soon as I stood still, I saw someone waiting in the shadows below the gate.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Miao clothing, with a lean and capable build.

In the dim light of dusk, I examined his face and found it rather familiar.

Although I couldn't recall his exact name immediately, related fragments of memory quickly flashed through my mind.

At the two grand banquets the Lan family held for me before, this person followed behind several Lan family leaders, holding a wine bowl and toasting me.

Clearly, he was a prominent figure in the Lan family.

As soon as I got out of the car, the middle-aged man immediately came up to me with a perfectly polite smile on his face.

"Mr. Chen, you must be tired from your long journey."

He bowed slightly, his attitude impeccable.

"The patrolmen on the outskirts have already sent out signal arrows to let us know that it is you who have graced us with your presence. Grandpa Lan specially instructed me to welcome you here."

Grandpa has been waiting in the Blue Hall for quite some time now. Please come with me.

Hearing that "Grandpa Lan is already waiting in the Blue Hall" made me feel a little more at ease.

It seems the scarred man's communication was very efficient, and Lan Manshan also valued me highly.

"Thank you for making this special trip, brother. You've worked hard."

I nodded at him and said.

"Since Grandpa is waiting, let's not delay any longer. Lead the way."

"Please, this way."

The middle-aged man turned to the side, gestured for me to proceed, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

We passed through the tall village gate one after the other and officially entered the heart of Lanjia Village.

In the Miao village at dusk, every household is cooking and making the village most lively.

Wooden stilted houses built against the mountainside are scattered on the hillside in a well-organized manner, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys on the rooftops, mixed with the unique scent of grass and trees in the mountains and forests.

Occasionally, you can see a few Miao women dressed in coarse cloth carrying wooden basins, or a few children chasing and playing on the stone road.

On the surface, it seems to be an ancient village that lives in peace and tranquility.

However, as I walked deeper into the village, the mysterious, cool aura lingering between my eyebrows faithfully reported the subtle anomalies in the surrounding environment.

I could keenly sense that the smell of poison in the air was much stronger than when I last came.

Moreover, those men who seemed to be casually standing at the intersection smoking and chatting all had their Miao swords tied at the waist with the belts at their most relaxed position, ready to be drawn at any moment.

Whenever we crossed a fork in the road, several hidden gazes would fall on me from the shadows, filled with scrutiny and wariness.

The entire Lan family stronghold was like a fully drawn bow.

Although it makes no sound on the surface, it is filled with deadly tension inside.

I casually put my hands in the pockets of my casual clothes, maintaining a steady pace, my eyes calmly fixed on the road ahead.

Although I had begun to be on guard, I did not react in any way.

It seemed as if they were completely unaware of the undercurrents around them.

After passing through most of the village, a magnificent wooden hall came into view.

It was the Blue Hall.

"Mr. Chen, we've arrived. Please go straight in."

The middle-aged man who had been leading the way stopped outside the high threshold of the Blue Hall and respectfully stepped aside.

I nodded slightly to him, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the somewhat dimly lit Blue Hall.

The interior of the main hall is very spacious, with rows of sturdy wooden pillars neatly arranged on both sides.

The interior environment was the same as last time, with lights on.

After stepping into the Blue Hall, the wooden door behind me slammed shut.

I raised my eyelids and my gaze naturally fell upon the armchair in the hall, preparing to greet them.

However, when my vision finally caught a clear look at the figure sitting upright in the armchair, my hands, which were in my pockets, paused slightly involuntarily.

Because the person sitting there at this moment is not Lan Manshan at all!

Instead, he was an elderly man who was slightly overweight and wearing a large silk jacket.