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

"That's how it is..."

I explained what had just happened to Lu Yan.

I did not embellish or exaggerate the danger of the battle.

He simply reviewed the events clearly, bit by bit, like an observer.

"A sorcerer proficient in tracking techniques, plus two Dan-level experts responsible for suppressing the enemy with force."

This is the lineup they sent to deal with Qiu Feng.

I looked at Lu Yan and gave a brief summary of the whole process:

"These three people work together very well; they are clearly not a hastily assembled team."

To extract information from them alive, I dislocated the jaws of those two Dan Realm cultivators, and now they're all safely handed over to Fang He.

After hearing my explanation, a thoughtful look flashed in Lu Yan's clear eyes.

Her already slightly furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply at this moment.

She stood in front of the huge tactical projection screen, her slender fingers gently stroking her chin.

After a moment of silence, she slowly began to speak:

"The two Dan Realm cultivators you just sent over, along with that tracking sorcerer, further confirm my suspicions."

They were indeed not as simple as they seemed.

Upon hearing this, my mind raced, and I immediately grasped the two key words in her statement—"they".

In the context of Chinese, "he" or "that person" is usually used to refer to a specific mastermind behind the scenes.

Lu Yan, as the branch director of the Folklore Bureau, has always been meticulous.

Since she used the plural pronoun "they," it means that the big boss hidden behind the antique shop is definitely not a lone individual.

Rather, it is an organization, or a large, well-established group.

"Lu Yan, you just used the word 'they'."

I looked up, staring directly at Lu Yan, and asked her directly.

"So you've completely uncovered the identity of the big boss behind that antique shop?"

Seeing my sharp reaction, Lu Yan nodded slightly.

She didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, she turned around and handed me the document she had been carefully examining.

"Take a look for yourself," Lu Yan said.

I reached out and took the document, which still had a bit of the printer's warmth. Li Qing also curiously came over and stood beside me, looking down at it together.

The first page of the document is a complex chart showing the flow of funds.

The document is densely covered with various accounts, overseas shell companies, and seemingly legitimate antique transaction records.

The technical department of the Folklore Bureau has clearly put in a lot of effort.

Like peeling an onion, they painstakingly unraveled the dozens of layers of financial pretense the other side used to conceal their true intentions.

My gaze followed the red arrows downwards, and eventually, all the funds converged on a name in Jiangcheng.

"Jiangcheng, the Qi family?"

I looked at the conclusion at the end of the document, stamped with the red seal of the Folklore Bureau, and softly read out the name.

However, in my memory, there doesn't seem to be any family with the surname Qi in Jiangcheng's elite circles that could possess such immense power.

Lu Yan braced her hands on the edge of the desk, looked at us, and explained in a serious tone:

"That's right, it's the Qi family."

The documents show that the funds behind the antique shop were laundered through layers of underground banks in Southeast Asia, offshore accounts, and several shell companies.

Ultimately, actual control fell entirely into the hands of this family.

She paused, then continued:

"The Qi family is not well-known in Jiangcheng."

They own only a few small traditional trading companies and two hotels with mediocre performance.

In Jiangcheng's business community, they have always kept a very low profile and never participate in any large-scale business projects.

Although they are also in the industry, their family has never produced any powerful or influential figures within it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they were at most just slightly wealthy men.

Li Qing stroked his chin, looked at the serial numbers on the document, clicked his tongue, and said:

"Wow, that's quite a disguise."

"If it weren't for your Bureau of Folklore having national-level financial investigation capabilities, ordinary people would never uncover the true culprits behind these shell companies, no matter how hard they investigated."

Lu Yan nodded, a hint of coldness in her eyes:

"If we look at the assets shown in the official files of the bureau, with the Qi family's apparent wealth, let alone supporting two experts at the Dan realm level."

Even if they wanted to support the antique shop owners long-term, their financial lifeline would immediately collapse.

At this point, I straightened up and asked in return:

"But a paper file can't prove anything, right?"

First of all, the fund flow report you've given me already speaks volumes.

I pointed to the staggeringly large, clandestine pool of funds on the document and continued.

"A family that is not well-known on the surface, but secretly controls such a huge amount of wealth, and can even mobilize Dan Realm cultivators at will."

This in itself demonstrates that the Qi family is a monstrous, man-eating crocodile lurking in the deep waters.

Lu Yan agreed with what I said.

She sighed and said:

"Yes, official records are too limited."

These files about people or forces are often outdated and deceptive.

What's written on paper should only be used as a basic reference and shouldn't be taken as absolute truth.

She walked around the desk to the tactical screen and pressed the remote control in her hand.

The images on the screen switched instantly, showing a series of secretly taken photos and surveillance footage.

The people in the photo are mostly middle-aged men and women who dress plainly and act in a low-key manner; they are clearly core members of the Qi family.

"Actually, I've been secretly observing the Qi family for a long time."

Lu Yan looked at the photo on the screen, her tone becoming somewhat somber.

Hearing this, my heart stirred slightly.

As the branch director, Lu Yan has countless matters to handle every day.

A family that she would dedicate so much energy to secretly observing for so long must be involved in some major secret.

Just as I was pondering this, Lu Yan suddenly changed the subject and looked at me, asking:

"Chen Yang, do you still remember what happened with Master Huai?"

Upon hearing this, I was slightly taken aback.

The name seemed to possess a kind of time-traveling magic, instantly pulling my memories back to a few months ago.

At that time, I had only recently been drawn into the whirlpool of Jiangcheng's folk customs.

That Master Huai, who was skilled in evil magic, and the things that followed after I killed him, truly put me on the brink of life and death.

"I can't forget it."

I looked at Lu Yan and answered with absolute certainty.

"The things that old man did left a deep impression on me."

Lu Yan nodded, a look of reminiscence appearing on her cool face.