TRYMBPIETM 103: Revival of All Things (24)

What are these things?

Is he hallucinating?

The police officer stared at the three ghosts for a while, confused.

The three ghosts shuddered under his gaze.

Usually, they were quite arrogant, but when faced with humans like the police officer, who exuded both yang and righteous energy, they became intimidated.

Seeing this, the officer’s heart stirred, and he cautiously reached out and poked one of the ghost.

Naturally, his hand passed right through the ghost.

The other two ghosts jumped back in shock but, finding the car too cramped, they ended up bumping into the officer’s hand.

In that instant, all three ghosts let out a piercing wail.

The officer furrowed his brow in surprise, and Chi Qingzhou reflexively shook them again.

However, the three ghosts didn’t care about their reactions, instead flailing their limbs desperately, trying to beat off the righteous energy clinging to them.

Police officers, as public servants, were inherently immune to most entities. This officer, in particular, had solved numerous cases, and the accumulated righteous energy was thick and pure, doubling its effectiveness against ghosts.

Such a strong righteous energy directly penetrated their souls, and one could imagine how much pain the three were in!

Before long, they lost the strength to struggle or wail, their intelligence dimming as they panted, praying for the righteous energy to dissipate.

The officer opened his mouth, stood stunned for a while, then scratched the back of his head, muttering to himself.

“Goodness… this doesn’t look like a projection, does it?”

“…This is absurd. Could the legends be true? Is there really a Dragon Group^[1] in our country?”

Chi Qingzhou’s keen senses caught every word.

Seeing the officer’s furrowed brow, he kindly clarified, “I haven’t seen the Dragon Group, but I have seen people from the Paranormal Bureau.”

The officer exclaimed in surprise, “So it really exists!!”

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, confused. “There’s no Dragon Group, though.”

The officer responded, “Oh.”

He stood dazed for a while, thinking, then suddenly asked, “What’s the full name of the Bureau?”

Chi Qingzhou replied, “I think it’s something like the Paranormal Control Bureau. They manage these sorts of things.”

The officer nodded thoughtfully. “I understand now. Okay, I’ll report this to higher-ups.”

Chi Qingzhou looked at him curiously for a moment but decided not to press the issue. After all, the police must have their own plans, so he nodded and didn’t say more.

Xing Shuangzhan couldn’t help but smile but didn’t bother to remind the officer that he had misunderstood.

Not only because of the character Shen Wenxu showed, but also because whenever there were any signs of movement from Xing Su, Shen Wenxu would immediately report it. His blind trust in his master Qing Zhi seemed to have seeped into his very bones.

After all, it wasn’t anything bad, and there was no need to further alarm them.

Xing Shuangzhan smiled again, reminding Chi Qingzhou: 【Too much yin energy will affect ordinary people. The driver didn’t have any protective talismans.】

Chi Qingzhou quickly gathered the three ghostly creatures into a ball and looked at the officer questioningly.

“Do you still need to observe these ghosts? If not, I’ll just put them away. The driver didn’t have a protective talisman.”

Upon hearing this, the officer urged Chi Qingzhou to put the ghosts away.

He was slightly curious: could there be a place in the car where they kept supernatural creatures?

Chi Qingzhou didn’t care about his confusion. Under the officer’s inquisitive gaze, he squeezed the ghostly creatures into a ball and casually shoved them into his shadow.

The officer, who had witnessed this scene firsthand, was left speechless.

It felt as if he had discovered something incredible.

He swallowed hard, unable to suppress the urge to pinch his temples.

What on earth was happening today!

…

Several vehicles arrived at the police station in succession.

Chi Qingzhou and the others separated to give their statements. Some finished earlier and returned to the car to wait for the others.

Although the short, fat man was a senior brother to Shen Wenxu, their tasks were different, and their objectives were not the same, so Shen Wenxu naturally didn’t wait for him at the police station.

Thanks to Shen Wenxu’s usual image, when the short, fat cultivator exited the interrogation room, he looked around but didn’t see Shen Wenxu. He wasn’t overly suspicious.

He flashed a friendly smile and bade farewell to the police officer who had taken his statement, heading toward the hall.

Behind him, the officer who had taken his statement wore a displeased expression.

He furrowed his brows and whispered to a colleague, “This Wang Fangping is very calm, he’s adamant he’s just here to help.”

The colleague nodded, saying nothing more, but his gaze silently asked: Do you think there’s something off about him?

The officer chuckled and didn’t reply, but his meaning was clear.

The short, fat cultivator, Wang Fangping,has heightened senses, and hearing the faint conversation behind him, a smug look flashed in his eyes.

He adjusted his sleeve and put on a mock-sympathetic smile.

Ugh, these cops were too old-fashioned.

Always talking about procedures and justice, unwilling to do anything without evidence. No wonder they were always so tired.

They had to follow so many rules, no wonder they never amounted to anything.

Today, they couldn’t do anything to him. When the time came and he cleaned up all the traces at Wan Ying Gonf, these officers wouldn’t even have a clue.

See? One wrong step, and everything goes wrong.

This is it!

As for Shen Wenxu, Wang Fangping couldn’t be bothered to think about his thoughts anymore.

With his foolishness, he most likely thought that since his master arranged for him to act with the Dao Association, he had to stay with Dao Association members all the time.

Really, I’ve never seen anyone this stupid!

Wang Fangping curled his lip, turned from the corridor to the lobby, and looked up. His expression suddenly changed.

About ten meters away, Chi Qingzhou, who had just finished his statement, walked out of another office, accompanied by an elderly, gentle-looking police officer.

Wang Fangping had good hearing, and he could clearly hear the two of them talking.

The elderly police officer smiled and shook hands with Chi Qingzhou, saying, “I didn’t expect it to be so late, Mr. Chi, thank you for your hard work.”

Chi Qingzhou smiled and replied, “No trouble at all, it’s what I should do.”

The elderly police officer asked if it was convenient for Chi Qingzhou to go home, to which Chi Qingzhou replied that he had come by car with his driver. She smiled and nodded, then moved on to handle other matters.

The cousin driving for Chi Qingzhou spoke with a sigh, “Women are indeed more attentive, this police officer is really nice.”

Chi Qingzhou casually agreed.

Wang Fangping wanted to roll his eyes as he sized up Chi Qingzhou. He slightly curled his lips.

He didn’t want to get too involved with Chi Qingzhou, and seeing that Chi Qingzhou seemed to be heading towards the office in the corridor, he continued walking toward the police station’s exit.

At the moment they brushed past, Wang Fangping’s heart suddenly stirred.

He flipped his right hand, quickly pulled out a small paper man from his sleeve, and stealthily slipped it into the pocket of the person standing next to Chi Qingzhou.

His movement was light, and the cousin didn’t notice anything unusual.

The three of them passed by, and Wang Fangping felt the paper man turning to ashes, causing him to smirk.

This talisman was for tracking purposes, made by his master personally. It had been blessed at the temple they worshipped. Once it encountered a living person’s aura, it would activate immediately without causing any magical fluctuations, making it exceptionally discreet.

With this paper man, even if he couldn’t fully track the movements of the driver and Chi Qingzhou, it would at least provide some reference.

Maintaining his calm, Wang Fangping didn’t stop walking.

He perked up his ears and listened closely. Chi Qingzhou and the driver were talking about needing to rush to a recording the next day. It seemed they hadn’t noticed his little trick.

He quietly nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the police station’s front door.

In the corridor, Chi Qingzhou paused, looking at the man who had been quietly following him.

The man, a bit confused, looked back at him. “Mr. Chi, what’s wrong?”

Chi Qingzhou didn’t answer.

A slender shadow reached from the man’s pocket, forming into a semi-transparent ball, with a handful of ashes clearly visible inside.

The man froze, his face changing drastically. “Wh-where did this ash come from?”

Chi Qingzhou looked at the ashes as they vanished into the shadow, his expression unusually cheerful.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ve been guarding against him from the start, you haven’t been affected by this thing.”

The man relaxed, his expression softening. “Thank you, Mr. Chi.”

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, looking toward the direction of the police station’s door, his smile widening.

“No trouble, it’s just a small matter.”

He moved his fingers slightly, and a wisp of ghostly energy drifted out, following the draft of the police station’s door and silently landing on Wang Fangping.

Wang Fangping, oblivious, opened the car door, quickly started the engine, and drove toward the hotel they had booked.

Chi Qingzhou squinted slightly and muttered, “This is a nice surprise.”

Wang Fangping pressed the accelerator, speeding up to 80 kilometers per hour.

The engine, modified to be quieter, hummed softly in the night. He quickly drove out of the police station’s range and slowly exhaled.

He looked at the slowly receding police station sign in the rearview mirror, swearing irritably.

“Damn, the yin energy in places like the police station is so weak.”

He mumbled, dissatisfied.

“If it weren’t for Shen Wenxu’s recurring issue, I wouldn’t even need to come here today.”

Wang Fangping was very displeased, and started thinking about complaining to his master later.

Of course, he knew that complaining wouldn’t do much.

Even if his master scolded Shen Wenxu this time, the next time they encountered a similar situation, Shen Wenxu would still likely make the same mistake.

Wang Fangping had been dissatisfied for a long time, but he had to admit that it was because this junior of his was indecisive and overly kind that he could boldly do some things without worry.

Even if there were things he missed, he could always find an excuse later, and Shen Wenxu would believe him.

At this point, Wang Fangping still didn’t suspect Shen Wenxu.

This was also one of the reasons why Qing Zhi didn’t particularly like Shen Wenxu but still often had him do things.

He needed a disciple with a good conscience to help shape his positive image.

Wang Fangping knew this, so no matter how dissatisfied he was, he never truly took action against Shen Wenxu.

Back at the hotel, Wang Fangping carefully took out a mirror and reported everything that had happened tonight to Qing Zhi.

Qing Zhi listened calmly to Wang Fangping’s report, then nodded and said, “It’s already very late, you should rest now. Stay alert at the Wan Ying Temple, and act accordingly in the next few days.”

Wang Fangping respectfully agreed.

After ending the contact, Qing Zhi sat on the cushion in his quiet room for a moment, his expression suddenly turning fierce.

He smashed the bronze mirror onto the ground in anger and slammed his thigh.

“Dammit!” he gritted his teeth, “How can it be this coincidental again?”

“How many times has it been now? Ten times, eleven times? Why is it that every time, Chi Qingzhou just happens to bump into us!”

“Nothing to find, it’s all coincidence. Who believes that?!”

“This is what they call abandoned by fortune? Ridiculous! How can he be considered unlucky ?!”