After the meeting ended.
Wan Ling hurried out of the conference room and returned to his office.
He locked the doors and windows, then took a yellow-brown joss stick from his backpack. After hastily lighting it, he stuck it into the incense burner in the corner.
Whenever he contacted "Brother Liu" before, he would avoid being seen and do his best not to let anyone discover him.
But now Tacheng was in grave danger, and he himself could die at any moment, so he could no longer worry about that. He had to find out what those torrential rains were and what he should do next.
If it were not necessary, he did not want to stay in Tacheng at all.
It was too dangerous!
Soon.
Smoke curled upward, and the joss stick began to burn little by little.
When roughly one-third of the stick had burned away, the light around him suddenly dimmed slightly. Then a hoarse voice appeared in the office:
"Is something wrong?"
Wan Ling subconsciously glanced at the tightly closed door and said in a low voice:
"Brother Liu, something has happened in Tacheng..."
He then described, in extremely concise terms, the series of events from the sudden drop in temperature last night to the strange torrential rain that covered several villages that morning and caused the villagers to disappear.
He also described the drawing left behind by the village chief of Weitun Village.
Time was limited.
Moreover, transmitting messages through the joss stick came with losses, so it was impossible to give a lengthy explanation. He could only keep it brief, striving to make the clearest and most accurate description with the fewest words.
"That's what happened. Brother Liu, do you recognize this evil entity?"
"How should Tacheng deal with it?"
Wan Ling asked in