Jiang Wenyuan suddenly felt a bit confused.
As a Chief Constable, he was considered quite experienced, yet he couldn't find any answer to this problem.
"Old Jiang, Old Jiang?"
While Jiang Wenyuan was lost in thought, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Old Jiang, what's wrong?"
"I'm... fine."
Shaking his head vigorously, Jiang Wenyuan returned to his senses.
He didn't know what was going on these past few days. First, Shan Bing suddenly zoned out, then he started losing focus—his situation was far more dangerous than Shan Bing's earlier, even just facing a group of people with Evil Qi could lead to sudden death if they got too close.
"No, it's not Evil Qi."
At this moment, Shan Bing spoke up again.
"They're not infested with Evil Qi, I just checked. There's no Evil Qi on them."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Wenyuan was puzzled.
