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

After passing several rows of neatly parked police and administrative vehicles, we arrived at the black SUV.

Li Qing pressed the unlock button, the car lights flashed twice, and a crisp unlocking sound was heard.

He opened the driver's side door and climbed in with practiced ease.

I opened the passenger door and got in, then closed the door behind me.

With a dull thud as the door slammed shut, the hustle and bustle of the city outside was once again shut out through the thick car windows.

Li Qing inserted the key and started the vehicle.

The headlights of the SUV suddenly turned on, and two straight, snow-white beams of light pierced the darkness ahead, illuminating the main road leading to the gate of the Folklore Bureau.

After that, Li Qing put the car in reverse, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the exit of the branch office compound.

The SUV smoothly drove out of the Folklore Bureau compound and merged into the bustling traffic of Jiangcheng at night.

Outside the car window, colorful neon lights rushed past, painting the city in a vibrant and bustling scene.

A soothing old song was playing in the car. Li Qing held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he rummaged in his pocket for a while, took out his phone, and dialed Jin Wanliang's number.

The phone was answered after two rings. Li Qing didn't stand on ceremony and shouted directly into the receiver:

"Fatty Jin, stop lounging in your boudoir and get out here."

Yes, the beef noodle shop at Old Ma's house at the old street corner.

I need to speak with you urgently, so hurry up and come over, or you'll be late.

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively and threw it on the center console.

I leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the night view flash by outside the window, listening silently without interrupting him.

I know that Li Qing called Jin Wanliang out because, according to the plan we discussed earlier that afternoon at the blacksmith's shop, he would entrust Jin Wanliang with the entire life savings he received from Old Man Huo to handle.

Those in the Taoist school believe in cause and effect in everything they do.

That bastard Qiu Feng, who betrayed his master and ancestors, has already been expelled from our household at the pig farm on the outskirts of the city.

In this way, we have efficiently completed Old Man Huo's dying wish to eliminate the rebels.

Li Qing unexpectedly obtained a magic sword belonging to the head of the Maoshan sect during the late Qing Dynasty from a hidden compartment left by Old Man Huo.

This is a truly rare treasure.

Having accepted a bribe, Li Qing naturally took the matter very seriously, fearing that he might not handle the money properly and would fail to live up to the old man's dying wish.

Asking Jin Wanliang to handle this matter is the most appropriate.

He has connections and extensive networks, and is well-versed in all kinds of charitable channels.

Entrusting the donation to him ensures that every penny is truly used for those in need, thus accumulating good karma for Old Man Huo and Xiao Tong.

The car wound its way through the night, and after about half an hour, we returned to the vicinity of the old street.

Li Qing parked the SUV in a marked parking space at the street corner. We got out of the car and strolled into the old Ma Beef Noodles restaurant that had been open for more than ten years.

The restaurant has a small storefront, and inside there are six or seven wooden tables with peeling paint.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was steaming hot, filled with the enticing aroma of rich beef bone broth mixed with various spices.

The old-fashioned ceiling fan overhead whirred and spun, dispelling some of the summer heat emanating from the stove.

We sat down in a relatively quiet spot by the window.

Li Qing yelled at the kitchen, "Boss Ma, three bowls of our signature beef noodles, extra scallions and cilantro, and make sure the noodles are firm and chewy!"

I walked to the glass freezer next to me and politely asked the owner for a plate of sliced ​​braised beef, a plate of cold seaweed salad, and a dish of peanuts.

Then he carried the side dishes back to the table.

Just a few minutes after I sat down, the glass door was pushed open from the outside, accompanied by the sound of an engine shutting off.

Jin Wanliang's plump figure appeared at the door.

As soon as he entered, his small eyes darted around the store and immediately locked onto our location.

Then he quickly walked over and plopped down on the empty bench next to me.

"Gentlemen, what good news has brought you here so late at night?"

Jin Wanliang put the walnuts in his hand on the corner of the table, smiled and spoke, his tone revealing a hint of familiar teasing.

"I thought you were going to invite me to Tingyuxuan for some nice tea, but it turns out you just want to treat me to ramen."

I pulled a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, rubbed the rough edges together, and then looked up at Jin Wanliang's smiling face.

"Old Huo is dead."

I looked him in the eyes and, in a completely calm tone, delivered the news directly.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang's smile froze almost instantly.

His small eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly opened wider, and the lighter he was playing with fell to the table with a "thud".

"What?"

Jin Wanliang subconsciously lowered his voice and leaned forward.

His brows furrowed tightly, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Old Huo is dead? When did this happen? Who did it? Have they found out who the killer is?"

Sitting opposite, Li Qing picked up the large teapot on the table, poured himself and Jin Wanliang each a cup of cheap, coarse tea, and then took over the conversation.

"About what happened this afternoon."

Li Qing picked up his teacup, took a sip, sighed, and began to explain the situation to Jin Wanliang.

"It was Qiu Fengqian's doing."

Old Huo's former apprentice has become a traitor.

In order to steal a map of some kind of treasure vault, they not only sabotaged Old Man Huo, but also his apprentice.

Li Qing did not explain in detail the intricacies involving the Bureau of Folklore, the military tally, and the Qi family.

He only briefly mentioned the tragic scene in the blacksmith's shop and our pursuit of Qiu Feng to clean house.

Finally, Li Qing put down his teacup, looked at Jin Wanliang seriously, and got to the point.

"Old Chen crippled that bastard Qiu Feng, and I sent him away. Old Huo's revenge is done."

Li Qing said.

"But before he left, Old Man Huo left behind a sum of his life savings, saying that he would give it to us."

Old Chen and I discussed this money.

We've received other benefits from Old Huo, and if we were to pocket this money ourselves, it would feel like a hot potato; we wouldn't feel at ease holding onto it.

Li Qing tapped the table, his tone sincere:

"So, we'll have to trouble you, Boss Jin, to handle this."

Since you have so many connections, why don't you help us find a reliable channel to donate this money?

Whether it's used for out-of-school children or donated to welfare institutions, as long as it's used effectively, that's fine.

This can also be considered as accumulating good karma for Old Man Huo and the young boy in the afterlife.

After Li Qing finished speaking, I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out the slightly worn bank card.