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

"The Qi family has been operating in Jiangcheng for so many years, so it can be said that they are deeply rooted."

Leaving aside the desperados they employ, just consider their entanglements with the guardians of the cauldron...

If the Folklore Bureau were to directly and forcefully arrest people, it would likely cause considerable unrest.

Li Qing sat in the passenger seat, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was still talking non-stop, analyzing the complex network of relationships and interests within the Qi family.

Listening to his long-winded explanation, I simply gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead, and then shook my head, saying, "I don't know."

"what?"

Li Qing was taken aback by my three crisp words and turned to look at me with a bewildered expression.

"I said, I don't know what Lu Yan is planning to do, and I'm too lazy to think about all these complicated things right now."

While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I turned my head and glanced at him.

"I'm wading into this mess for a very simple reason: to cause trouble for the person guarding the cauldron."

As for how to arrest people and how to organize the operation, that's something for the authorities to worry about.

My current role is simple: wherever Lu Yan points, I'll go.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing froze in his seat, looking utterly shocked.

He stared at me with wide eyes for a good five or six seconds, then suddenly, as if he had been electrocuted, he frantically pulled a yellow talisman from his bulging canvas bag.

Then, he held the yellow talisman between two fingers, suddenly shrank back towards the car door, looked at me as if facing a formidable enemy, and said loudly:

"You audacious monster! I don't care who you are, get off Chen Yang right now! You are definitely not him!"

"Tell me quickly, where did you take Old Chen's soul?!"

Seeing his exaggerated acting, I was speechless, and the smile on my face disappeared.

I glanced at him sideways and gave him a brief, emotionless death stare.

Under my watchful gaze, Li Qing coughed twice before reluctantly putting away the yellow talisman in his hand.

He pursed his lips, sat up straight again, and said sullenly:

"I don't know what kind of shock you've been going through lately."

After returning from Qing Shi Town, you seemed to have been possessed.

Where did your shrewd, calculating, and meticulous manner go?

He used to always think things through before taking action, but now he's become a reckless fool who just charges ahead.

Old Chen, you need to straighten up! You can't keep going down this low.

Listening to his sarcastic yet slightly worried complaints, I smiled and said nothing more.

I simply pressed the accelerator to keep the car moving forward smoothly.

Actually, it's not that I've become stupid, nor that I'm too lazy to think.

It was the battle in Qing Shi Town that deeply moved me.

Faced with such absolute power, any ingenious calculation or clever scheme appears so pale and powerless.

Shi Cuishan's punch almost killed me, but it also completely woke me up.

He made me realize that in the cruel world of folklore, careful consideration is indeed important.

But what truly determines life and death is one's own solid strength.

That's why I've been working so hard to refine my malevolent energy over the past two weeks.

Now, I am full of power.

I need a satisfying battle to test my results, rather than hiding behind the scenes playing mind-numbing power struggles.

Under the cover of night, the city of Wuhan is ablaze with neon lights and bustling with traffic.

About twenty minutes later, the Toyota Prado steadily drove into the courtyard of the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau branch.

I originally thought that on the eve of such a major operation, there would be a tense atmosphere within the branch office, like a storm brewing and swords about to be drawn.

But to my surprise, when we parked the car and went into the office building, everything seemed perfectly normal.

In the lobby on the first floor, several uniformed staff members were standing by the water dispenser, chatting and laughing, with thermos cups in their hands.

You could vaguely hear them discussing which street food stall to go to for a late-night snack after get off work.

The clerical staff responsible for reception at the front desk were leisurely organizing the visitor registration forms for the day.

Occasionally, she would look up and greet a passing colleague.

A few figures occasionally hurried through the corridor, but it was just normal busyness, and there was no sense of urgency as if a large army was pressing in.

Everything seemed so orderly and methodical.

Looking at the scene before me, I was filled with some doubt. Li Qing and I took the elevator directly to the third floor and arrived at the door of Lu Yan's private director's office.

I raised my hand and gently knocked on the door. Lu Yan's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Hearing the door open, she looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Clearly, she didn't expect me to bring Li Qing along.

Before I could even open my mouth to explain, Li Qing beat me to it.

He swaggered over to the desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, and said with a grin:

"Director Lu, I heard from Old Chen that there was something interesting to see here, so I shamelessly came along. You won't be unwelcome, will you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, smiled at Li Qing, and said:

"Okay, with another strong fighter joining, I can save myself some trouble."

But... your injury is healed?

Li Qing immediately straightened his back, patted his chest forcefully with a "thump thump," and said confidently:

"Absolutely amazing! Forget about setting up formations and drawing talismans, even if I were to take on the Zombie King one-on-one right now, I could put up a fight with it."

Looking at his comical antics, Lu Yan smiled slightly and nodded, saying:

"In that case, please sit down."

I pulled out another chair and sat down next to Li Qing.

At this moment, Lu Yan's smile faded, and her expression turned serious.

She placed her hands on the table, turned to me, and said, "Zhang Zhi has returned to the funeral home."

Upon hearing this, I nodded slightly, indicating that I already knew about it.

My expression remained calm, showing neither surprise nor confusion.

Seeing this, Lu Yan didn't press me on how I knew, but continued:

"After he woke up in the hospital, our people questioned him immediately, but the results were not ideal."

He knew nothing when asked and had no memory of what happened during his kidnapping.

He couldn't even explain how he got to that abandoned warehouse.