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

"In that case, come to the branch office now."

Lu Yan's tone returned to its usual decisive and efficient manner.

"Some things can't be explained clearly over the phone in just a few words, and it's not very convenient either."

Come here, let's talk face to face.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

I readily agreed and then hung up the phone.

I put my phone in my pocket, turned around, and walked out of the small guest room that was decorated with a malevolent energy array.

As soon as I pushed open the door and stepped into the living room, I was stunned by the sight before me.

The living room, which was originally quite tidy, now looked as if it had been ransacked by thieves.

Scattered everywhere on the coffee table, sofa, and even the floor were discarded yellow talismans, cinnabar pens, and several faded banners.

Right in the middle of this mess, Li Qing was sprawled out on the sofa.

He was wearing a wrinkled gray pajama set, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling. He exuded an air of decadence and despair.

It seems that during these two weeks of seclusion, not only did I push myself to the limit, but this guy also suffered quite a bit.

His appearance clearly indicates that he has overexerted his mental energy.

Hearing me come out, Li Qing turned her neck with difficulty and looked at me.

When he saw me dressed neatly, ready to go out, a hint of surprise flashed in his lifeless eyes.

He struggled to sit up from the sofa, ran his fingers through his messy hair, and asked:

"Hey, Old Chen, have you changed your ways?"

For the past two weeks, apart from going out at night like a night owl, you haven't even stepped out of the door during the day.

Why are you all dressed up so neatly in broad daylight? What are you planning to do before heading out?

Could it be that your vacation is over and you're getting ready to work at the funeral home?

Seeing his tired yet still sarcastic expression, I couldn't help but smile.

I walked to the coffee table, poured myself a glass of water, took a sip, and then slowly said:

"What are you going to the branch office for? To collect your bonus?" Li Qing yawned and asked casually.

"no."

I put down my water glass and looked at him.

"Go to the branch office to find out what's going on and prepare to cause trouble for the person guarding the tripod."

"What?!"

Upon hearing the words "Guardian of the Cauldron," Li Qing sprang up from the sofa as if he had springs in his pants.

His eyes widened, his previous listless and dejected look vanished, and he stared at me in shock, his voice unconsciously rising an octave:

"The guardians of the tripod have stormed the door of the Folklore Bureau?!"

Holy crap, have these guys gotten this arrogant now? They've turned on us!

I was both amused and exasperated by his peculiar train of thought.

What kind of logic is this? Even if the guardian of the cauldron is crazy, he wouldn't be so insane as to directly storm the office building of a national institution.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, waving my hand to interrupt his wandering thoughts, and began to explain:

"What are you thinking?"

It wasn't the guardians of the tripod who came knocking; it was the Bureau of Folklore who were preparing to take action against the Qi family.

Lu Yan is preparing to close the net, and I'm also planning to get involved in this matter.

You should know that the Qi family is mostly the front man for the Shouding people in Jiangcheng.

"I can take this opportunity to cause trouble for the guardian of the cauldron and collect some interest."

After hearing my explanation, Li Qing suddenly realized and said "Oh".

But then, the shock on his face turned into barely concealed excitement.

He took two steps over the discarded talismans on the ground, came close to me, and said without hesitation:

"Damn, how could I be absent from such a big event?"

"Old Chen, wait two minutes, I'm going to change my clothes, I want to go too!"

"Are you going too?"

I looked him up and down, my brows furrowing slightly, and asked with some concern.

"Your meridians are healed now?"

When I returned from southern Xinjiang, that old Chinese medicine doctor confidently said that my meridians would need to rest for at least several months before I could use my internal energy.

Don't ruin your own foundation just to join in the fun.

For the past two weeks, Li Qing had been hiding in his room tinkering with those magical artifacts and array plates.

But I know that the kind of work that consumes mental energy is completely different from directly using internal energy to fight someone.

If his meridians are not fully restored, rashly getting involved in a high-intensity battle against the Qi family and the guardians of the cauldron would have unimaginable consequences.

"Hey, what do those old men in the hospital know?"

Li Qing waved his hand dismissively and said with a smug look on his face.

"Our lineage of geomancers has its own secret methods for nourishing and warming the meridians."

Besides, you've been making a mess of that evil-gathering formation for the past two weeks, and I've benefited a bit from being on this third floor.

"Let me tell you, my meridians are almost completely healed now. Drawing a few high-level talismans and setting up a killing formation is a piece of cake for me."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards his bedroom, urging him on and on:

"Don't be so dramatic. When it comes to fighting, the more people there are, the more strength you have."

"Go downstairs and start the car, wait for me. Come on, come downstairs now."

Watching his hurried back, I shook my head helplessly.

However, he did not try to dissuade him further.

Since he says it has recovered, I will trust his judgment.

True friendship transcends life and death; there's no need for endless, sentimental chatter.

I turned around, picked up the car keys on the table, pushed open the door, and walked out of Tingyuxuan.

When I arrived at the intersection of the old street, I pressed the remote key in my hand.

Immediately, the Land Cruiser parked on the side of the road emitted a crisp unlocking sound.

I opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and then turned the key to start the engine.

The deep roar of engines echoed through the streets at dusk.

Less than two minutes later, Li Qing rushed out of Tingyuxuan in a flurry of activity.

At this moment, he changed into a set of casual clothes that would allow for easy movement.

He also had a bulging canvas bag on his back, the contents of which were unknown.

Then, he opened the passenger door, plopped down inside, and casually tucked his bag into his arms.

"Let's go, to the branch office!" Li Qing waved his hand and shouted like a general about to go into battle.

I smiled, shifted into drive, and stepped on the gas.

The Toyota Prado, like a black beast, smoothly and powerfully merged into the evening rush hour traffic in Jiangcheng.

By this time, night had completely fallen over Jiangcheng.

The neon lights on both sides of the street lit up one after another, and the colorful lights flashed quickly past the car windows.

There was no music playing in the carriage, only the low rumble of the engine and the white noise of the tires rubbing against the ground.

"Old Chen, what do you think Lu Yan's plan is this time?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Li Qing looked at the congested traffic ahead, put away his previous playful mood, and his tone became serious.