"Someone stole a spirit fruit?" Lu Yang asked.
Ji Zhong nodded.
Why had one thing after another happened in the middle of the night? They'd caught a gang of robbers, and now they'd run into a theft case?
They'd come to catch ghosts. Where were the ghosts?
Normally, they would take a statement after receiving a report. But considering how much time that would take—and that the thief might get away in the meantime—they could only take the statement after catching him.
"Tell us what happened. When do you think it was stolen?"
"Someone bumped into me before I came to the inn..." Ji Zhong explained his suspicions.
After hearing him out, Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou had a general idea of the case. They got up and gathered their things.
"All right. Wait here. We'll go catch the thief."
Ji Zhong opened his mouth, then looked at the room full of prodigies Meng Jingzhou had tied up. He was terrified.
With Meng Jingzhou here, these people wouldn't dare do anything. But once Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou left, Ji Zhong feared that ropes alone wouldn't be enough to hold these prodigies.
Seeing Ji Zhong's concern, Lu Yang looked over the prodigies and ordered in a cold voice:
"Nobody move."
An invisible rule took effect. The prodigies felt something beyond the ropes binding them. No matter how they tried to channel their power, they couldn't move a muscle.
They panicked. They had only ever encountered power like this when facing elders from their sects.
This was the power of rules!
To establish a rule that suppressed them so casually—this power was even more terrifying than that of their elders!
Who exactly were these two constables?
Didn't they say powerful experts liked to disguise themselves as street beggars? Had they switched