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

"Okay, I'll send you the address of the safe house."

Jin Wanliang spoke very quickly.

"That place is very secluded, and my men are watching it from all sides, so it's absolutely safe."

"Just drive over, I'll have the doctor get everything ready."

Less than half a minute after hanging up the phone, the address sent by Jin Wanliang popped up on the phone screen.

I opened the map and took a look.

It was a small county town located about 100 kilometers away from the southern border of Xinjiang.

The location was chosen very carefully.

It is far from the chaotic and complex area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains, yet it is not too remote and has relatively convenient transportation.

In case of any emergency, it will also make it easier for us to quickly relocate or contact official forces.

For this off-road vehicle, which is damaged in appearance but still has strong power, the journey of more than 100 kilometers is only a little over an hour.

"Great, Lao Jin's efficiency is still as reliable as ever."

I muttered something to myself, put my phone back in my pocket, and returned to the driver's seat.

"boom--"

The engine let out another deep roar.

As the sun rose, the off-road vehicle slowly drove onto the smooth national highway, heading steadily towards its destination, a place symbolizing safety and rest.

Inside the carriage, Li Qing's breathing seemed to become more even as the sunlight shone through.

I held the steering wheel with one hand, feeling the cool morning breeze.

My tense nerves finally got a real break.

Once we reach the safe house and stabilize Li Qing's injuries, this trip to southern Xinjiang can be considered a complete end.

As for the internal strife within the Lan family, and that orphan of the Sang family wearing a bronze mask, let the Bureau of Folklore deal with those.

An hour and a half later, following the navigation, I drove the SUV into this small county town located in the southwest of Yunnan Province.

The morning sun had completely dispelled the chill of the night, and early-rising vendors began to appear on both sides of the street.

The rising steam from the steamed buns and the sizzling sound of fried dough sticks hitting the pan blend together to create a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

Looking out the car window at the people busy making a living, I had a fleeting feeling of returning from hell to the human world.

The address Jin Wanliang sent was located in an abandoned factory that looked quite old on the outskirts of the county.

I drove the car through the factory gate, and after several turns, I stopped in front of a huge metal warehouse.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the heavy iron door of the warehouse was pulled open from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Wanliang led several people out to greet them.

"Brother!"

Jin Wanliang spotted the SUV at a glance, a vehicle that looked familiar yet he wasn't sure he was looking at.

His face twitched violently when his gaze swept over the hood, which had been cleaved open with a terrifying gash.

I pushed open the car door and stepped out.

"hiss--"

Seeing my blood-covered appearance, Jin Wanliang gasped.

By this time, my clothes were already filthy beyond recognition.

Walking through the mountains and forests not only covered me in mud, but the bloodstains on my left shoulder also spread to half of my body.

This made me feel like I was surrounded by a strong smell of blood and a menacing aura.

"Don't just stand there, have someone carry Li Qing inside quickly."

I reminded Jin Wanliang.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Wanliang seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly called the people behind him to come forward and open the back door of the car.

The men quickly and carefully lifted Li Qing onto a stretcher and carried him into the warehouse.

"Brother, your injury..."

Jin Wanliang looked at me, his eyes full of worry.

"It looks scary, but it's all superficial wounds; it hasn't damaged the underlying structure."

I reached out my right hand and patted his shoulder to calm him down.

"Is the doctor you arranged reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable!"

Jin Wanliang patted his chest and assured him.

"I hired Sun Yidao overnight from the Jiangcheng black market at great expense."

Although this old fellow has an eccentric temper, he is absolutely a top expert in treating injuries involving magic in our circle.

He brought a full set of first-aid equipment and is waiting inside.

"That's good."

I nodded and followed Jin Wanliang into the warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse has been thoroughly modified.

Not only were thick blackout curtains drawn, but several separate rooms were also set up, equipped with all kinds of small medical devices.

As Li Qing was being wheeled into one of the rooms, a person in a white coat immediately surrounded him and began to examine him.

At that moment, the anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided.

"Old Jin, find me a quiet room."

Unless it's urgent, don't let anyone bother me.

I turned to Jin Wanliang and gave him instructions.

My condition is very bad right now, and I must adjust my breathing immediately.

Otherwise, once that stubborn strength is lost, it may leave behind hidden injuries that are difficult to reverse.

Jin Wanliang immediately nodded and personally led me to a small room at the deepest part of the warehouse.

The room was small but clean, with only a single bed and a chair.

After Jin Wanliang closed the door and left, I let out a long sigh of relief and plopped down on the bed.

I struggled to take off my filthy clothes and looked down to check my body.

The most serious external injury was on the left hand.

Although the wound from withstanding a sudden thrust from the orphan of the Sang family at the Lan family had almost healed, after enduring several heavy blows from that burly man, the muscle fibers in his left hand experienced extensive spasms and tears.

Fortunately, my left hand, strengthened by the self-sewage technique, is strong enough that these injuries are not a big problem.

Just like I told Jin Wanliang at the door, it's a superficial injury.

Secondly, the cracks at the base of the thumb can also be disregarded.

The most troublesome thing is the internal organ tremors caused by the huge recoil force within the chest cavity.

This falls under the category of internal injury, and if not treated properly, it can easily lead to irreversible hidden damage.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly closed my eyes.

I didn't immediately try to activate the nearly depleted evil energy in my dantian, but instead focused my attention on the space between my eyebrows.

Guided by my thoughts, the mysterious, cool aura that lingered between my eyebrows flowed slowly down my meridians like a clear mountain spring.

Wherever this aura passed, the burning, stinging pain lessened considerably, and the churning blood and qi gradually calmed down.

Afterwards, with my slow and steady breathing, a trace of baleful energy with a jade-like luster finally re-emerged in my dantian.

I guided this precious wisp of malevolent energy, and with the help of the Mountain-Shaking Force technique, I began to gradually smooth out the meridians and repair the torn muscles.

At the same time, I guided this wisp of evil energy to gradually circulate throughout my body, eliminating the residual effects of the evil energy caused by forcibly opening the protective barrier.

It is a very slow and painful process, like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

But I just kept breathing evenly and silently endured it.

Time passed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the tightness in my chest finally dissipate completely.