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

At the same moment, as I sat cross-legged in my guest room on the third floor of Tingyuxuan, calmly guiding the Xuan Yin Sha Qi to circulate within my body and gradually solidify my foundation.

In another bustling commercial district of Jiangcheng, undercurrents are quietly surging.

It was an office building located on the edge of the city center.

On the surface, this is just an ordinary office area for a small trading company.

The work area in the outer lobby, composed of honeycomb-shaped partitions, had long since fallen into a deathly silence and darkness as office workers left for the day.

The computer monitor was dark, and a few potted plants cast messy shadows under the dim light of the emergency exit indicator.

However, in the depths of this deathly silence, in the separate room with the sign "General Manager's Office," a slightly dim floor lamp was still lit.

The spacious office was not luxuriously decorated.

But those solid wood bookcases and genuine leather sofas all exude a restrained sophistication.

The room was quiet; even the sound of the air conditioner running was barely perceptible. Only two people stood there quietly.

A middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored dark gray bespoke suit is standing with his hands behind his back in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He stood tall and straight, his back taut.

His gaze pierced through the one-way glass, his expressionless face fixed on the dazzling, bizarre night view of Jiangcheng outside the window.

Two steps behind him stood an old man wearing an old-fashioned dark blue long gown.

The old man's hair was already gray, but he combed it meticulously, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles left by the years.

But a shrewd glint would occasionally flash in those slightly lowered eyes.

"master."

The old man bowed slightly, breaking the silence in the office.

"Just now, our spies on the outskirts sent word that the three retainers who were sent out this afternoon to retrieve the military tally have not yet returned with any news."

The timeframe for evacuation has far exceeded the planned deadline; it seems... they've likely perished outside.

Upon hearing the news, the middle-aged man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window didn't even flinch.

He didn't turn around, remaining in that posture overlooking the city.

But there was a hint of doubt in his tone that was hard for others to detect, and he asked lightly:

"It's broken?"

The Qi family secretly nurtured them for so many years, expending countless resources, before they finally broke through the threshold of the Dan realm.

"How could this nobody, Qiu Feng, a traitor from a blacksmith's shop, be so powerful?"

The old man gently shook his head, slightly raised his eyelids, and watched the middle-aged man's retreating figure, truthfully reporting the information he had gathered:

"It wasn't Qiu Feng who did it."

According to the last brief message sent back by the three worshippers before they went missing, by the time they arrived at the pig farm on the outskirts of the city following the intelligence...

Qiu Feng was already a corpse, and his death was quite tragic.

As for the things we were looking for... naturally, someone else got there first and took them.

Later, the three worshippers discovered some clues at the scene.

Confident in their strength, they followed the trail and pursued the trail.

As a result, this departure completely severed all contact.

The middle-aged man's originally relaxed brows finally furrowed slightly after hearing these words.

He slowly turned around and said:

"Have you found out who did it?"

In Jiangcheng, besides the few officially registered experts, when did such a tough nut to crack appear?

The middle-aged man's voice turned cold, sounding somewhat gloomy in the quiet office.

"The intelligence network below is already investigating with all its might."

The old man lowered his head slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness and caution.

"However, the person who made this move is not only ridiculously strong, but also meticulous in his actions."

Those three elders were, after all, seasoned experts in the Dan realm who had seen their share of storms.

But they vanished into thin air before they could even send out a simple request for help.

This indicates that the opponent either has the strength to completely overwhelm them or has set up an isolation formation in an instant.

and……"

The old man paused, looked up at the middle-aged man, and continued:

"Moreover, I have already sent my spies to investigate the scene where Qiu Feng died."

However, by then, the area had already been cordoned off by the Special Operations Section of the Folklore Bureau.

To avoid alerting them and having the authorities track them down, I didn't let them get too close.

Upon hearing the words "Folklore Bureau," a dangerous glint flashed in the middle-aged man's deep eyes.

He strolled back to the large boss's table, extended his index finger and gently tapped the solid wood table, producing a dull "knock, knock" sound.

Once, twice... as if calculating something.

After a moment, the middle-aged man stopped tapping on the table.

He raised his head, his eyes no longer filled with any doubt, but instead with a cold decisiveness that was like sacrificing a pawn to save the king.

"The Folklore Bureau... has a pretty good nose."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned to look at the old man, and issued a series of clean and efficient instructions:

"First, immediately use the connections we've built within the branch office to conduct a covert investigation."

Let's see if the branch office has received any new suspects with particularly high security clearance today.

Remember, don't ask directly; just find out indirectly.

Be careful, don't expose the hidden stakeouts.

"second……"

At this point, the middle-aged man's eyes turned icy cold.

"Just in case, the liaison person who is responsible for maintaining long-term contact with those three worshippers is now a potential threat that could explode at any time."

You should personally arrange for someone to deal with him.

Keep your hands and feet clean, whether it's an accident or suicide out of guilt.

In short, to completely sever this connection, we absolutely cannot leave any substantial loose ends that can be traced back to the core of the Qi family for the Bureau of Folklore to follow.

"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it right away."

Upon hearing this, the old man bowed and agreed without changing his expression, clearly accustomed to this kind of treatment.

After explaining all this, the middle-aged man seemed a little tired.

He waved his hand, signaling the old man to step back.

Just as the old man straightened up, turned around, and prepared to open the door and leave the office.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A particularly abrupt knocking sound came from the tightly closed glass door, which was more than ten meters away.

The middle-aged man, who was about to sit down, suddenly stopped.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing directly towards the door.

A hint of surprise and alertness appeared on that usually calm face.