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

The hatch was quickly pushed open amidst a series of mechanical whirring sounds.

Then, three people nimbly stepped off the plane.

Among them were two men and one woman, all dressed in identical black special operations uniforms with tactical equipment hanging from their waists.

Each of them exuded an aura of seasoned veterans, capable and ruthless.

Qingyunzi remained squatting on the ground, intently combing through my disordered meridians.

He didn't even turn his head when the people getting off the plane; he just started speaking.

Although the sound was soft, it still carried clearly amidst the roar of the helicopter.

"This kid is really a treasure of your Folklore Bureau."

"I never expected that the one coming to bail someone out would be you, the head coach!"

As he finished speaking, Qingyunzi slowly withdrew his hand from my chest.

He stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and then turned around to look directly at the leader who was getting off the helicopter.

If I were still awake at that moment, I would definitely be able to recognize the man walking at the very front.

He had a resolute face and skin with a tanned, sun-kissed complexion.

Just standing there gives one a heavy sense of oppression, like facing a towering mountain.

And this person was the same man who stood silently beside Tiangong when I first met him in front of the City God Temple in Jiangcheng.

It was precisely the Po Jun that Lu Yan had mentioned, a figure renowned throughout the entire Folklore Bureau!

At this moment, Po Jun remained as taciturn and unsmiling as ever.

His eyes quickly scanned the scorched ruins around him, a barely perceptible hint of seriousness flashing in them.

Then, he strode forward, leading a man and a woman behind him, and stood about three meters in front of Qingyunzi.

He did not put on any airs when facing Qingyunzi.

On the contrary, he stood very solemnly with his feet together, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Po Jun raised his large, calloused hands, clasped them together in front of his chest, and performed a very standard traditional martial arts junior's salute.

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing steadily across the ruins: "Master Qingyun, how have you been?"

Just then, the young man standing beside Po Jun, who had followed him down from the helicopter, finally looked over Po Jun's broad shoulders and clearly saw Qing Yunzi's face.

The young man looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, and his expression was as cold and stern as that of a warrior.

But when his gaze met Qingyunzi's somewhat casual face, he froze on the spot.

The young man's originally cold eyes widened instantly, his mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and even his breathing paused for a beat.

"Master...Grandmaster Uncle?!"

A gasp escaped the young man's throat, echoing across the desolate ruins.

He subconsciously took half a step forward, as if trying to confirm whether he was dreaming.

"You...how did you get here?!"

Qingyunzi did not immediately respond to the young man's exaggerated reaction.

His expression was calm, the sharpness he had shown when facing Shi Jing was gone, and the teasing at the corner of his mouth was also gone.

With one hand raised in front of his chest, palm facing inward and thumb slightly bent, Qingyunzi formally returned a standard Taoist bow to Pojun, who was still in a fist-and-palm position.

"Long time no see, Captain Shen."

His voice was calm and peaceful, with a strange rhythm that soothed the mind.

After doing all this, Qingyunzi slowly turned his gaze to the young man whose face was full of shock.

At this moment, a smiling expression reappeared on his face, and his eyes revealed a kind of kindness and helplessness that an elder would show to a younger generation.

Qingyunzi looked the young man up and down at his tactical equipment, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Xiao Yuan, it's been so long since I've seen you. You're still as careless as ever."

Wearing this outfit, one should at least have the composed demeanor of an official, shouldn't one?

Upon hearing Qingyunzi's somewhat teasing admonition, the young man known as "Xiao Yuan," whose face had been filled with shock just moments before, instantly blushed with embarrassment.

He quickly retracted the half-step he had just taken and stood up straight.

Then, somewhat bewildered, she reached out and vigorously scratched her neatly trimmed short hair.

At this moment, he was like a child who had done something wrong, and his previous elite special agent demeanor vanished instantly.

Po Jun, standing at the forefront, did not seem to care at all about the young man's seemingly outrageous and undisciplined behavior.

He slowly lowered his clasped hands, his gaze passing over Qingyunzi's shoulder and landing on the few copper coins behind him.

Immediately afterward, Po Jun didn't continue with pleasantries, but went straight to the point, asking in a deep and forceful voice:

"Is he alright?"

Upon hearing this question, Qingyunzi's smile vanished.

Qingyunzi sighed deeply and said:

"They're still hanging on by a thread."

The internal injuries are severe, and the deficit is also significant.

If I, the old Taoist priest, hadn't happened to pass by and forcibly transferred a breath of true energy to him to protect his heart meridian...

They've probably already gone to the underworld.

At this point, Qingyunzi turned his head, looked at Pojun, and his tone returned to its previous casualness:

"Now, you've arrived too."

Take this person away from me right now!

I've already incurred enough karmic ties today because of this kid.

The mess that follows is for your folk customs bureau to clean up.

"This humble Taoist priest must continue his wanderings across the four seas."

Upon hearing this, Po Jun's cold and hard face remained expressionless; he simply nodded slightly.

"The Bureau of Folklore will remember the Taoist priest's kindness in protecting us today."

After speaking, he turned slightly to the side and gave instructions to the female team member who had been standing silently behind him on his left.

The female team member had short, ear-length hair, a stern face, and equally sharp eyes.

Upon hearing Po Jun's instructions, she didn't waste any words and immediately raised her left hand to press the encrypted communicator hanging on the chest of her tactical vest.

"Calling the vultures, calling the vultures."

This is the first squad; coordinates have been sent.

The target has been confirmed to be alive, but is severely injured and has very weak vital signs.

Immediately dispatch a medical helicopter team to the scene, preparing the highest level of emergency response. Over.

The female team member's voice was decisive and professional.

A reply, accompanied by static, quickly came from the other end of the communicator:

"Vulture received. Medical helicopter expected to arrive at target coordinates in two minutes. Over."

After confirming that the medical rescue was on its way, Po Jun turned his head back and focused his gaze on the young man.