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

Li Qing didn't refuse; he knew that our friendship didn't need formalities.

He carefully cradled the wooden box in his arms and grinned.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

With this thing, next time I encounter those kinds of hordes of ghosts parading at night, I'll just cleave them in two with one sword.

"Take it. This thing is a waste of my talents, but it's perfect for your feng shui skills."

I smiled and said.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing chuckled again.

Then, his gaze shifted from the wooden box to the map at the bottom of the hidden compartment.

He gestured in that direction with his chin and asked, "So what do we do with this thing?"

This is something that that beast Qiu Feng would rather betray his master and ancestors to steal; it's probably involved in some big secret.

I followed his gaze and glanced at the tattered map, then gently shook my head.

"I'm not interested in this thing."

I said calmly.

"This thing is a hot potato right now; whoever gets their hands on it is going to be in trouble."

Moreover, who knows if this elusive treasure trove is a real treasure or a trap?

"When the folk customs bureau arrives, just hand it over to them to handle."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing nodded without any apparent concern.

Clearly, he also showed no interest in this treasure trove, whose location was unknown and who knew whether it contained any danger.

Then, my gaze shifted to the bank card wrapped in oil paper.

I looked at Li Qing and asked, "What do you think about the money in that card?"

Old Man Huo said this was his life savings, and he estimated the amount wouldn't be small.

Li Qing was currently examining the intricate patterns on the wooden box with his head down. Hearing my question, he didn't even look up and casually replied:

"I'll donate it. I won't take money stained with blood; I wouldn't sleep soundly at night if I did."

He looked up at me, then continued:

"After we deal with that beast Qiu Feng and finish this business, we'll go back and ask that fat bastard Jin Wanliang for a favor."

Let's donate all the money in this card to the poor children in the mountains in Old Man Huo's name.

This is also a way to accumulate some good karma for Old Man Huo and that unfortunate child, hoping they can be reborn into a better family in their next life.

At this point, Li Qing seemed to remember something, and a slightly mischievous smile appeared on his lips:

"This is the best thing to do, Fatty Jin. He has a 'previous record' and knows the ropes perfectly well."

After listening to his words, I nodded and said thoughtfully, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

I naturally understood what Li Qing meant by "criminal record".

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qian Dafu spent money to appease Liu Xian's anger and avoid disaster.

That enormous sum of money was donated with the help of Jin Wanliang, who used his connections and channels.

Actually, when I first saw this bank card, my intention was to ask Lu Yan to donate the money for me.

After all, the Bureau of Folklore is an official institution, so it is perfectly legitimate for them to do this kind of thing.

But then she thought about it again. As the director of the Jiangcheng branch, Lu Yan had to deal with a lot of strange cases every day and was very busy with official duties.

Furthermore, given that she is within the system, it would be very troublesome for her to rashly touch such things.

In comparison, Li Qing's suggestion to have Jin Wanliang do this was indeed very appropriate.

After agreeing on who would own the items, I bent down and put the bank card and map into my pocket.

Then, I took out my phone and dialed Lu Yan's number.

The phone was answered after only two rings, and Lu Yan's voice came through the receiver: "Chen Yang, what's up?"

Without wasting any words, I quickly reported to her what had happened at the blacksmith shop.

I recounted the horrific scene we witnessed after breaking down the door, the things Old Man Huo confessed before he died, Qiu Feng's identity as someone who betrayed his sect ten years ago, and the stolen beast-headed short stick.

Of course, I didn't hide anything from her, including Old Man Huo's dying wish and the existence of that treasure map. I told her everything in detail.

"Old Huo has passed away."

I stood in the dimly lit inner room, looking at the little boy on the floor, and spoke calmly into the phone.

"He offered me his entire fortune as payment, begging me to clean house for him."

I've already taken on this task.

After listening to my story, Lu Yan on the other end of the phone fell into a long silence.

All I could hear was her slightly heavy breathing through the receiver, and the scratching sound of a pen nib across paper.

Clearly, the massacre at the blacksmith shop and the subsequent crimes committed by Qiu Feng, a key figure, have made the already complex situation even more perplexing.

After a long while, Lu Yan finally spoke again.

"I understand. This matter is becoming increasingly complex."

Lu Yan paused, not mentioning the matter of Old Man Huo's entrustment, and continued.

"You stay there and protect the scene. By the way, I also have something to tell you."

"I'll personally lead a team over there later, and we'll discuss the details when we meet."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here."

After giving a reply, I hung up the phone decisively.

I put my phone away and didn't linger in the inner room.

I turned around and walked back into the outer room, which was filled with the heavy smell of blood.

I stopped in front of Old Man Huo's body.

I lowered my head slightly, looked at him, and whispered, "Old man Huo, I accept the gift, and I accept this karma."

"Wait down there, I'll take him down soon."

Then, I took a deep breath of the stale air and, without further hesitation, activated the mysterious, cool aura that lingered deep between my eyebrows.

"Disperse."

I silently uttered a shout in my heart.

That icy, bone-chilling aura exploded instantly between my brows, transforming into countless strands that flowed rapidly into my eyes along the meridians of my head.

As the cool air gradually dissipated, I suddenly opened my eyes.

The world before my eyes changed color completely in that instant.

The once dim and cluttered blacksmith shop has lost all its vibrant colors, turning into a landscape of black, white, and gray lines.

The enormous forging furnace, the scattered hammers, and the coal slag all became semi-transparent outlines.

In this world of only black, white, and gray, any hidden causal threads and special auras will have nowhere to hide.

I stood still, turned my head slightly, and carefully scanned the semi-transparent blacksmith shop with my eyes.

Soon, I detected several lingering traces of life directly above Old Man Huo's body and in the direction of the inner room where the child's body was located.

It was a stream of air that appeared to be a dark green.

It was very faint, but it carried a strong sense of malevolence.

Like invisible venomous snakes, they slowly slithered and dissipated in the air.

This aura clearly did not belong to Xiao Tong and Old Man Huo.

These must be traces left by Qiu Feng.