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

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, Brother Chen."

Jin Wanliang nodded and responded.

Then, the smile on his face faded, replaced by a serious expression as if he were discussing serious business.

"We've found out."

Over the past few days, I've used several of my undercover contacts in Jiangcheng to thoroughly investigate the backgrounds of these two individuals.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing put down the fruit knife in his hand, pulled over a chair and sat down, adopting an attitude of listening attentively.

Jin Wanliang first took out a small thermos from his briefcase, unscrewed it, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then spoke:

"Let's start with Mr. Wang, the contractor."

I know this person quite well; we've worked together a few times.

But just to be on the safe side, this time I still had someone thoroughly investigate his entire life story, including his financial dealings and social connections.

"And then?" Li Qing interjected.

"The result was pretty much the same as what I knew beforehand."

Jin Wanliang shrugged and said.

"The base is very clean."

He's just an ordinary small business owner who knows some superficial rumors about our circle, but has no background in folk customs.

That incident at the construction site was probably not his doing.

I nodded; this result matched my earlier assessment.

The fear and helplessness that Boss Wang displayed throughout the incident did not seem feigned.

He simply didn't have the shrewdness or the ability to participate in such a deep scheme.

"but……"

At this point, Jin Wanliang changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat intriguing.

"That boss Lei Hai, who's backing him up, is no ordinary person."

Jin Wanliang narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly organizing the information in his mind:

"I found out that this Boss Lei is not a native of Jiangcheng."

His early resume was very vague, almost a blank.

It wasn't until more than twenty years ago that he suddenly appeared in Jiangcheng, gradually building his empire into the powerful boss he is today, respected by both the legitimate and underworld circles.

"What's so strange about that? In Jiangcheng, there are plenty of people who have made their fortunes by coming from other places."

Li Qing asked, puzzled.

"It's not surprising that outsiders become wealthy; what's surprising is where they lived before they became wealthy."

Jin Wanliang looked at us and said, word by word.

"I asked a few veterans in the underworld who specialize in digging up old grievances, and it took a lot of effort to find a single clue."

Before Lei Hai rose to prominence in Jiangcheng, he had spent a long time making a living in a town at the foot of Maoshan Mountain.

Moreover, he seemed to be quite well-known locally, knowing many people from all walks of life.

"Maoshan?" Upon hearing this place name, Li Qing's eyebrows immediately rose.

"Yes, it's Maoshan, the ancestral home of the Taoist talisman school."

Jin Wanliang nodded firmly and continued.

"Not only that."

According to the flight and high-speed rail records I found, Lei Hai did not sever ties with Jiangcheng after he became wealthy there.

On the contrary, he traveled to the city where Maoshan was located very frequently, almost several times a year.

This frequent movement gradually decreased in recent years.

In the last two or three years, I've almost stopped going there altogether.

After listening to Jin Wanliang's detailed intelligence report, Li Qing couldn't help but laugh and gave Jin Wanliang a thumbs up.

"Alright, Fatty Jin."

Li Qing joked.

"They can find out so much about trivial things, like where people made a living before they became rich more than 20 years ago and how many times they went to Maoshan every year."

"You've really stretched your intelligence network thin; you've practically found out what color underwear Boss Lei was wearing today."

Jin Wanliang was not embarrassed by Li Qing's teasing; instead, he accepted the praise readily.

"That's right."

Jin Wanliang patted his round belly and sighed.

"After this bloody lesson in Qing Shi Town, if I, Fatty Jin, don't learn my lesson, then all the meals I've eaten over the past few decades will have been for nothing."

Now, I'm extremely careful whenever it comes to investigating someone's background or making connections.

We'd rather spend more money and time than leave any loopholes.

Upon hearing this, I smiled inwardly.

Then he picked up the half-eaten apple again, took a bite, and chewed it slowly.

The sweet juice spread through my mouth, but my brain was racing.

Piecing together the intelligence brought by Jin Wanliang with the events that had occurred at the Jiangcheng construction site, piece by piece.

"So, this Boss Lei isn't at all like the ordinary businessman who knows nothing about our industry, as he appears on the surface."

I swallowed the apple and made my deduction in a calm tone.

"That's what I think too."

Jin Wanliang immediately nodded in agreement.

"How could someone who spent so many years at the foot of Maoshan Mountain and frequently returned to worship there after becoming wealthy not know about the existence of the folk customs world?"

Furthermore, considering what you said before, Brother Chen, that Master Qingyun is also a master.

I nodded slightly and continued along this line of thought:

"If that's the case, then this Master Qingyun who's been acting like a ghost at the construction site is most likely from the Maoshan lineage."

Li Qing stroked his chin thoughtfully and said:

"Now that we have this conjecture, isn't it easy to confirm the identity of this Master Qingyun?"

You should just ask Lu Yan and have her check the Folklore Bureau's internal network system.

Besides, isn't she herself from Longhu Mountain?

Prestigious sects within Taoism must have many connections and interactions among themselves; perhaps she herself knows this person.

When I heard Li Qing's suggestion, I was thinking the same thing.

Moreover, Li Qing only knew that Lu Yan came from the Zhengyi sect, but he didn't know her true background.

But I know very well what's going on in my heart.

I still clearly remember that after we finished dealing with Master Huai's case, Lu Yan told me this herself.

The current head of Longhu Mountain is her maternal grandfather.

Even if the Bureau of Folklore couldn't find this elusive Master Qingyun on its internal network, given Lu Yan's status within the core circle of the Taoist sect...

Wanting to know the secrets of some of the masters of Maoshan is definitely a piece of cake.

Asking her to verify this matter is simply a matter of finding the right person in the right field.

With that in mind, I didn't hesitate. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and dialed Lu Yan's number.

The phone was answered after only a few rings, and Lu Yan's gentle voice came through the receiver.

"Hey Chen Yang, why are you calling me at this hour? How are you feeling?"