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

After I finished speaking, I walked to the van.

I didn't bother to get a rope to tie him up. Anyway, his spine was already broken, and he would probably spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, so he posed no threat at all.

I bent down, grabbed the back of his collar with one hand, and hoisted him onto my shoulder.

This person weighed at least seventy or eighty kilograms, but in front of me, he was as light as a bag of cotton.

I carried the unconscious warlock to the rear of the vehicle and unceremoniously tossed him into the spacious trunk.

Then, with a loud "bang," the trunk door was slammed shut.

As for the other two Dan Realm cultivators who were tied up like rice dumplings, Li Qing and I each carried one and stuffed them into the back seat of the SUV.

The originally spacious back seat suddenly felt cramped after two large men were crammed in.

After doing all that, I opened the passenger door and got in.

At the same time, Li Qing opened the driver's side door and got in.

He fastened his seatbelt, stepped on the brake, and pressed the start button.

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After that, Li Qing shifted into reverse and quickly turned the steering wheel with both hands.

The SUV slowly reversed through the narrow dead end, its tires crunching over the broken cobblestones with a slight scraping sound.

A few minutes later, we successfully emptied out of the abandoned alleyway without streetlights.

The SUVs rejoined the traffic on the main road.

By this time, night had completely fallen.

The neon lights of Jiangcheng City rushed past the car window, transforming into dazzling streaks of light and shadow.

The steady hum of the engine echoed in the carriage, and the cool air from the air conditioner gently blew out, dissipating much of the trace of blood that clung to their bodies from the battle.

The two Danjing in the back seat, whose jaws had been dislocated and who were bound hand and foot, were initially struggling and groaning in pain.

But as time went by, they gradually fell silent, leaving only heavy and weak breathing.

I leaned back in the passenger seat, looking at the road ahead, and casually placed the two unlicensed cell phones and several bank cards that I had taken from them on the center console.

The car was quiet. Li Qing focused on driving, occasionally glancing at the "trophy" on the back seat through the rearview mirror, a relaxed smile on his lips.

More than half an hour later, we drove smoothly into the office compound where the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau branch is located.

Li Qing drove the car smoothly to the open-air parking lot inside the side of the office building.

As soon as I parked the car, I saw Fang He standing at the door not far away, dressed in a black uniform, waiting.

I pushed open the car door and got out, then casually pulled out the SUV's car key and tossed it towards Fang He.

"Advisor Chen, Advisor Li."

Fang He caught the key steadily, walked up quickly, and greeted him with a polite smile.

I nodded to him and pointed to the SUV behind me, saying:

"Master Fang, there are three people alive in the car. They were just caught. Could you please find someone to deal with them?"

Fang He was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that we could bring someone back from our trip.

But he quickly realized what was happening, nodded, and prepared to pull the car door open.

"There were two strapped to the back seat."

I watched his movements and continued to add.

"They are all experts at the Dan realm."

To prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide or hiding poison in their teeth, I've already removed their jaws.

"My body is covered in Li Qing's talisman, and my meridians have been sealed by my evil energy. I have no ability to resist now."

Upon hearing the words "Master of the Pill Realm," Fang He's polite smile instantly froze.

He instinctively widened his eyes, peered through the car window, and then gasped.

As a key member of the Jiangcheng branch, Fang He naturally understood what the Danjing (丹境) meant in the folklore world.

In Jiangcheng, encountering a Dan Realm cultivator is no easy feat.

Only large-scale events like the last one at the City God Temple, involving the mobilization of the guardians of the cauldron, would show traces of Danjing activities.

Now, I've delivered two Dan Realm experts, bound hand and foot, to me as easily as buying groceries.

The shock this brought him was unimaginable.

"And in the trunk."

I continued speaking to myself, pointing to the back of the car.

"There was another one inside who knew tracking magic. I broke his spine, and he's currently in a deep coma."

These three people are likely henchmen sent by the big boss behind the antique shop.

As I spoke, I took the two unlicensed cell phones and several bank cards from the center console and handed them to Fang He.

"These are the things we found on them."

You guys are more knowledgeable than me about how to handle these things.

I won't interfere with what happens next. Let's go down and hand over the intelligence to Director Lu first.

Upon hearing this, Fang He's expression became extremely serious.

He immediately stood up straight and assured them:

"Understood! Don't worry, Advisor Chen, I'll immediately send my most elite men to escort them. There won't be any problems!"

After explaining all this, Li Qing and I didn't linger in the parking lot.

After greeting Fang He, we turned and walked into the office building, taking the elevator down to the ground floor.

As the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides with a "ding," the unique busy atmosphere of the Folklore Bureau rushed in.

After getting off the elevator, Li Qing and I didn't linger. We pushed open the heavy, blast-proof steel door of the underground command center.

At first glance, dozens of intelligence analysts and technicians in uniforms were sitting at their respective workstations, the sounds of keyboards clicking and whispered reports mingling together, creating a tense yet orderly atmosphere.

At this moment, Lu Yan was standing in front of a huge projection screen in the center.

At that moment, she was looking down at a document that had just been printed out.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important.

Hearing the door open, Lu Yan turned her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She glanced at the empty corridor behind us, then at the digital clock on the wall, put down the documents in her hand, and asked:

"Why are only the two of you coming down?"

Moreover, it should only take half an hour to get here from the suburban pig farm, but you are almost forty minutes later than expected.

Where's Fang He? Didn't I tell him to meet you at the gate?

Li Qing strolled over to Lu Yan's desk, his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

He grinned and casually joked:

"I encountered a little mishap on the way here, so I brought back some local specialties for you."

Master Fang is currently leading his men to collect the goods; they're probably busy moving them right now and won't be down for a while.

"Local specialties? Delivery?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan was filled with doubt.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Li Qing's face, clearly knowing that she wouldn't get anything serious out of him.

Then, their gaze returned to me, awaiting my explanation.

I took the red silk package containing the military tally out of my pocket, and gently placed it, along with the short beast-headed stick I had picked up from the ruins of the bungalow, on the desk in front of Lu Yan.