"Teacher Tang, what's wrong?" Several officers behind him noticed his strange reaction and came over to ask.
"N-nothing!" Tang Jiande gave an awkward laugh. He quickly collected himself. After working at a school for so long, his sharpness had long since been worn away, and he no longer had much of a competitive streak. He said self-deprecatingly, "A Great Martial Artist's presence is just too powerful. I can't compare!"
Company Commander Zhou lowered his voice. "What Great Martial Artist? Chief Chen is the provincial Security Advisor. He's a Martial Master!"
Tang Jiande was instantly dumbstruck. "A Martial Master!"
When he looked at Chen Shouyi again, his already slightly hunched back bent even more.
Chen Shouyi toured every part and corner of the funeral home.
Most of the spirits here were pathetically weak; a mere thought could kill them instantly. Only a handful were a little stronger, and those he dealt with himself. Half an hour later, the funeral home's cold, gloomy atmosphere had finally vanished completely.
The stifling heat of a summer night returned.
Chen Shouyi was exhausted, too. His mind was nearly drained, and his temples throbbed faintly.
When he returned, Chen Shouyi declined the officers' offer to prepare a late-night snack. He sat down on a chair a soldier had specially brought over and rested with his eyes closed.
Several female students gathered together and whispered.
"Class Monitor, does your brother have a girlfriend?" Tian Zhenzhen asked shyly. She had recovered by now. Though still a little weak, she was otherwise completely fine.
"Not yet, I think. He puts all his energy into training every day." Chen Xingyue thought about it and replied.
"Oh, he still doesn't have a girlfriend!" Tian Zhenzhen sounded delighted.
"Forget it. Someone as important as him wouldn't look twice at you even if