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

I placed the card flat on the table, pressed it down with my index finger, and slowly pushed it in front of Jin Wanliang.

"The password is the date he adopted the child."

I whispered a few words.

After listening to Li Qing's story and looking at the lonely bank card in front of him, Jin Wanliang's originally shrewd and shrewd eyes dimmed considerably.

He nodded silently, not immediately reaching for the card, but remaining silent.

Then, he rummaged around in his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

When he lit the fire, his hand movements seemed to pause slightly.

Smoke curled up above the small dining table, blurring Jin Wanliang's somewhat weathered, chubby face.

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Jin Wanliang pointed in the air with the hand holding the cigarette, his tone filled with deep emotion and regret, and said in a low voice:

"I've known Lao Huo for over ten years now."

Back when I was just starting out in Jiangcheng dealing in antiques, I often troubled him to repair the broken pieces I collected.

That old man, though a bit eccentric and prone to bluster and glaring, was never ambiguous about his work or his manners.

Who would have thought that after a lifetime of blacksmithing, he would end up being betrayed by the very apprentice he had personally trained…

He sighed deeply and shook his head, as if trying to shake off the feeling of helplessness at the moment of death.

"Sigh, this world is truly unpredictable."

Jin Wanliang stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and took a deep breath.

Then he reached out his chubby hand, solemnly picked up the bank card on the table, and carefully put it into his pocket.

Don't worry.

Jin Wanliang looked at Li Qing and me, his eyes regaining their usual composure, and made a serious promise.

"Leave this to me."

I will set up a small, targeted scholarship fund in Lao Huo's name.

I will personally oversee every single account to ensure it is spotless and that Old Huo's life's work is not wasted.

Seeing that he agreed, Li Qing's tense expression relaxed a little.

He picked up his chopsticks, pointed at Jin Wanliang, deliberately put on a stern face, and said in a sarcastic tone with a hint of warning:

"Let's get this straight, you can't embezzle or take advantage of this."

"If you dare to try anything funny with this money, my Maoshan magic sword will be the first to get you. I'll puncture all the tires on your Mercedes in the middle of the night."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang rolled his eyes in annoyance and waved his hand, saying:

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Although I, Fatty Jin, love money, I acquire it in a proper way.

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 202ᴋᴋs.ᴄᴏᴍ]

Am I such a foolish person as to dabble in this blood-stained money, this money meant for the dead, this money meant for accumulating merit?

You really underestimate my size.

Li Qing curled her lip, snorted, picked up her teacup and pretended not to care, but the trust in her eyes was genuine.

Just then, the noodle shop owner came over with three large bowls of steaming beef noodles on a tray and placed them steadily in front of us.

The soup is a rich, bright red color, topped with a layer of bright green scallions and cilantro.

Large chunks of braised beef were laid on top of the noodles, emitting an enticing aroma that instantly dispelled the heavy and oppressive atmosphere that had been sitting on the table earlier.

I straightened the bowl of noodles in front of me, stirred it with my chopsticks to let the noodles fully absorb the broth, looked up at them, smiled, and greeted them:

"Alright, that's all done explaining. Let's eat first."

After that, the three of us didn't talk about those heavy topics anymore.

With his head down, he slurped his noodles, devouring the food in front of him in a whirlwind.

After we finished eating, we walked out of the noodle shop together.

The night breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Jin Wanliang stood beside his Mercedes-Benz, showing no intention of lingering.

He patted his round belly and greeted us:

"Alright, you two have probably been through a lot today, go home and rest early."

I need to figure out how to manage the money in this card and contact a few people to get things done as soon as possible.

I won't keep you company any longer, see you later.

After saying that, he opened the car door, got in, and started the car with great efficiency.

Li Qing and I stood on the steps of the noodle shop, watching the taillights of the black Mercedes-Benz turn at the end of the old street and completely disappear into the night.

Then, I looked away, turned my head to Li Qing, tilted my head slightly, and said:

"Let's go, Lao Jin has gone to do his work. Let's unload the things from the car and head back."

Li Qing nodded, and the two of us walked to the SUV parked on the side of the street.

After unlocking the vehicle, Li Qing opened the back door, leaned halfway inside, and carefully lifted out the ancient wooden box containing the magic sword.

I went around to the other side and slung the black guitar case containing the black knife over my shoulder.

Then, I bent down and picked up the alloy briefcase that was placed on the foot mat with one hand.

The box was heavy in my hand. Inside, I had exchanged for the Hundred-Year-Old Frosty Iron and the Thousand-Year-Old Dark Wood from the General Administration's Treasury, as well as the two Top-Grade Profound Yin Fiend Crystals that I had originally intended to use for cultivation.

The story is quite complicated.

Before heading to the north of the city in the afternoon, I had already put the two evil crystals in my pocket, so that I wouldn't forget to take them out after handing the box over to Old Man Huo.

However, they were met with a tragic accident at the blacksmith's shop.

Later, during the pursuit of Qiu Feng, to make things easier and prevent them from getting stuck, I put them back into this alloy box and left it in the car.

After closing and locking the car door, I was about to turn around with my suitcase when a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

I instinctively stopped in my tracks, raised my free hand, and gently patted my forehead.

Just now in the noodle shop, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy because of the news of Old Man Huo's death.

Everyone's thoughts were focused on how to properly handle the money and accumulate good karma for the deceased.

I was so engrossed in listening to them that I completely forgot about something important.

The top-quality materials I'm carrying were originally intended to get Old Man Huo's help to forge a scabbard for this menacing black sword I'm carrying, specifically to "contain and nurture its malevolent energy."

Now that both Old Man Huo and Xiao Tong have been murdered, Old Man Huo's lineage has been completely wiped out.

In this Jiangcheng region, finding another master craftsman whose forging skills can rival those of this deadly blade would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

I should have taken advantage of Jin Wanliang's presence and asked him to use his connections to find me a reliable craftsman.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that Lao Jin was currently working tirelessly through the night to arrange for Old Man Huo's donation, and he must be feeling quite burdened.

This is purely my personal work, and it would be rather tactless to call and bother him now.

"Never mind, I can talk to him about it tomorrow."

I muttered something to myself and put the matter aside for the time being.