Ghosts at the Police Station

Nine days later, Zhou Yan looked at the freshly made Escape Corpse before him, unable to hide the delight on his face.

Compared to the Black Zombie from before, the Escape Corpse was now a full size smaller. It was no longer so bulky, and looked much leaner and more capable. Its corpse aura had also become restrained and calm.

But through his spiritual sense, Zhou Yan could feel a faint sense of danger emanating from the Escape Corpse.

It stood quietly in place, seeming to blend perfectly into its surroundings. If you weren't paying attention, you might not even notice it.

Moreover, unlike the Black Zombie, which had lacked intelligence, a Hopping Zombie had the mind of a five- or six-year-old child and could already tell good fortune from danger.

"Go!"

Zhou Yan formed a hand seal and silently issued a command with a spell.

In the next instant, the Escape Corpse, which had been standing in place, blurred and appeared more than ten meters away.

A flash of cold light, and it easily sliced a log into several pieces before swiftly returning to its original position.

From the moment Zhou Yan gave the command to the moment it finished, less than three seconds had passed. His eyes lit up.

As expected of an Escape Corpse. It could not only vanish from sight, but was also incredibly fast.

An Escape Corpse would be a first-rate weapon for ambushes and assassinations!

Most importantly, Zhou Yan felt no strain at all while controlling it.

And the Escape Corpse obeyed his commands completely, showing no sign of resistance.

Only now did Zhou Yan begin to appreciate the true power of Corpse Controlling.

Unorthodox arts might have drawbacks in cultivation, and they might have one flaw or another, but they certainly never disappointed when it came to power.

What was more, once it reached the Hopping Zombie stage, a corpse under his control became far more resistant to sunlight. It could now move about in overcast weather.

But if the sun was blazing, it still could not move around normally.

"From now on, your name is Dun Yi."

Zhou Yan gazed at the Escape Corpse, his heart surging with ambition. Next, I need to raise my cultivation as quickly as possible and truly reach the Qi-Inducing Realm.

"Brother-in-law, you're here. Come, try this tea. It's authentic Snow Mountain Jade Tea. It took a lot of effort to get two ounces from Steward Yue." Zhou Yan greeted Ma Yan with a smile when he came over.

After Yue Yuna took him on as a guest retainer, he had little contact with Third Miss Yue Yuna or Ruyu, given the difference between men and women.

But he and Steward Yue shared a few interests, and they gradually became friends.

Though Steward Yue was only the steward of the residence, he had originally served the head of the Yue Family. Later, the head of the Yue Family worried about his youngest daughter and assigned Steward Yue to Yue Yuna. He could practically act as Third Miss's second father.

In the eyes of the Yue Family, a guest retainer like Zhou Yan was an outsider, but Steward Yue was one of their own.

That was why only insiders like Steward Yue had access to certain good things.

Ma Yan looked troubled as he sat down and took a small sip of tea.

His eyebrows lifted at once. "Excellent tea!"

Then he took several big gulps.

Though Ma Yan didn't like tea and preferred foreign drinks, he had to admit that first sip had been wonderful.

For someone like Zhou Yan, who loved tea, Snow Mountain Jade Tea was an even rarer delicacy.

One small sip brought a faint bitterness, followed by an endless sweetness. It gave him the impression of crisp, clear air on a snowy mountain, and even left his mind feeling cool and refreshed, as if it had been massaged.

That was why Zhou Yan favored Snow Mountain Jade Tea.

After every session practicing his visualization method, his spirit was utterly exhausted, sometimes with a slight ache and numbness.

Drinking Snow Mountain Jade Tea could not completely dispel the fatigue, but it did help him feel much better.

This kind of fine tea wasn't sold anywhere. It only circulated among aristocratic families and the powerful.

Most people had never even heard of it.

Watching Ma Yan drink, Zhou Yan couldn't help shaking his head. "You're pouring fine tea down a cow's throat. Giving you Snow Mountain Jade Tea is a waste. You might as well go find yourself some foreign soda."

Ma Yan laughed, put down his teacup, and actually went to find a bottle of foreign soda and open it.

That sweet drink suited him better.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhou Yan asked.

The moment Ma Yan arrived, Zhou Yan had seen the worry on his face and realized he must have come for a reason.

Otherwise, even if he came by, it would usually be at night.

After all, Zhou Yan was now a detective too. He had his own jurisdiction, and plenty of work to keep him busy.

Ma Yan was ambitious as well, so he worked diligently, unlike those who just collected their pay and did nothing.

Ma Yan's expression turned serious. "This time, I'm here on behalf of the district station to ask for help."

Only after hearing Ma Yan's account did Zhou Yan understand why he had come...

Recently, the Police Station district where Ma Yan worked had been plagued by hauntings. Several constables and even detectives had already been killed.

Because of the case at Zhao Family Market, the people at the Police Station district had already heard of Zhou Yan.

Now that something like this had happened, they needed to resolve it as quickly as possible. Zhou Yan, who had ties to the district through family, was naturally the best person to ask.

After all, Zhou Yan's brother-in-law, Ma Yan, worked at the district station, which made Zhou Yan one of their own. The people there would feel more comfortable asking him for help.

"Brother-in-law, did those constables and detectives die inside the district station, or outside it?" Zhou Yan asked gravely.

The Police Station was an armed institution. Though it couldn't compare to the military, it still carried a strong aura of killing. Ordinary vengeful ghosts wouldn't dare approach it.

Even the constables and detectives carried an aura of killing and the protection of the nation's fortune.

Even a trace of it made them stronger than ordinary civilians.

So, while vengeful ghosts could prey on ordinary people with impunity, killing constables protected by the nation's fortune and an aura of killing was not so easy.

Even if a vengeful ghost managed to kill one in the end, it would have to pay a price.

For a vengeful ghost to attack constables so frequently meant that it was either extremely powerful or bore such a deep grudge against them that it was willing to risk being utterly destroyed just to kill them.

Besides, dying inside the district station and dying outside it were two entirely different matters.

The Police Station was a state institution with the nation's fortune and baleful aura enveloping it. Ordinary vengeful ghosts and evil spirits kept their distance.

If the ghost had killed people inside the station, then it was formidable enough that even a cultivator in the Qi-Inducing Realm might not be able to handle it.

Zhou Yan had learned these secrets in the Library Pavilion of the Yue Family.

That had gradually given him a deeper understanding of the cultivators and evil spirits in this world...