"Are you really a ghost? You're covered in blood, and those feet too."
"She's not a ghost; she's probably a puppet created by some sect. It's just that we don't know why she came to Yanjing."
Long Qingxue glanced at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes and slowly explained.
Along the way, Yang Feng surprised her many times, mainly because of his marksmanship just now. It was simply divine. He didn't even see the figure of the person, yet he was able to hit this white-clothed female ghost.
How did they manage to do that?!
She even began to doubt whether she was a match for this ordinary person.
As for her belief that Yang Feng was an ordinary person, it was because there was no fluctuation of true qi flow in his body.
Unless it's a much higher level, but she simply didn't believe it; Xuan-level martial artists were extremely rare in this world.
Finally, the mist in the woods gradually dissipated...
In the afternoon, at the main gate of the Public Security Bureau.
Yang Feng looked helplessly at the group of reporters with high-end cameras in front of him. He had just finished his system task and was about to leave, but Long Qingxue forcibly dragged him to the Ministry of Public Security to make a statement.
However, after the statement was taken, the two people from the Dragon Group disappeared. Immediately afterwards, they took all the credit for solving the case.
It is said that Yang Feng caught the murderer, which led to the current situation.
After all, members of the Dragon Group must keep their identities hidden and cannot reveal any information.
"Hello, I'm Xiaohan, a reporter from Mango TV. How did you manage to catch the killer in this series of murders? Could you please explain in detail?"
A pretty young woman, probably a recent college graduate, asked with a faint smile on her face.
"Actually, I only contributed a little to this murder case. It was mainly thanks to the police. As for catching the murderer, I was just lucky, haha."
Yang Feng really didn't know how to answer. This was the first time he had been surrounded by reporters for an interview, and he felt completely caught off guard.
"There are a large number of victims in this murder case, nearly thirty, and the incident has been going on for a long time. Did the police suppress the case because they couldn't catch the murderer, or to avoid causing panic among the public? Can you answer that?"
"Reporter Xiaohan said with a slight smile."
"Uh, you should ask them that kind of question. I'm not a police officer, OK?"
Yang Feng's lips twitched. What kind of questions were these?!
"May I ask, during your operation to apprehend the murderer, did you use any weapons, or how did you subdue the murderer? Could you please provide some details?"
…………
At the entrance of the Ministry of Public Security, Yang Feng was completely surrounded by reporters and questioned for more than an hour.
Finally, Yang Feng dashed out and shook them all off before he was able to escape.
"My God, now I finally understand why celebrities are so annoyed by reporters."
Yang Feng leaned against the telephone pole with one hand, breathing heavily, occasionally glancing back at it.
Seeing that there were passersby behind me, a huge weight was finally lifted from my heart.
Yang Feng gazed at the setting sun that had dyed the sky red in the distance, let out a slight breath, and slowly walked towards the ordinary residential area.
After a long day, it's time to go home.
On the way, Yang Feng passed by an old wonton shop and bought two bowls of wontons with aged vinegar.
Wonton is my younger sister's favorite food. She has loved it since she was little and would rather skip a meal than not eat wonton.
Walking down the street, Yang Feng's face was still somewhat sad. He could only rely on certain things to temporarily forget about Han Shilan's departure abroad.
Unfortunately, her lovely smile is now reappearing in his mind.
With her slight smile, Yang Feng could feel the air around him become sweeter.
only……
Yang Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head vigorously, and a tear unintentionally slid down his cheek, his heart heavy with suppressed emotions once again.
After walking for a while, Yang Feng tried his best to adjust his mindset. Suddenly, he stopped and felt a warm current flowing in his dantian.
"Hmm?" Yang Feng frowned in confusion, and then, on a whim, he quickly asked Xingguang.
"Starlight, what's this inside me? Why does it feel so warm!"
After a long pause, the starlight within the system space spoke up, replying, "This is spiritual power—"
Yang Feng chuckled to himself, thinking, "Why don't you just say it's immortal power or magical power?"
“I’m not kidding you, this is spiritual energy. As for how it entered your body, it should be related to your trip to that forest.”
Her stunningly beautiful face showed a hint of doubt before she spoke slowly.
"That's true, when I went into that forest, I actually felt refreshed all over."
Yang Feng started walking slowly, wondering to himself:
"But what is this spiritual power you're talking about? I've only ever heard of the true qi of martial artists, like the kind in martial arts novels."
(End of this chapter)