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All eyes turned to Fang Zheng, some with admiration, some with envy, and some with a hint of reassessment.

Everyone knows that although Fang Zheng's official rank is only the ninth grade, he is on the verge of a meteoric rise.

Fang Zheng simply cupped his hands in greeting, his expression unchanged: "The case was solved entirely thanks to the concerted efforts of all my superiors and colleagues."

Fang Zheng alone cannot do so much.

He paused, then put his hand down. "Although Du Kang has been captured, it is still unclear whether there are any other people behind him."

"Please keep up the good work and strike while the iron is hot to get the confessions; only then can the case be truly closed."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

A moment later, the group turned around, the rumble of carriages and horses filled the air, and the group sped off towards Yongqing County.

Fang Zheng rode his horse in the middle of the group, taking advantage of a break in the journey to put the gray skill he had just acquired into the Purifying and Cleansing Card Pool.

The first ten consecutive shots landed, the black light was deep, only increasing the foundation.

The second one was also black.

He remained expressionless and pressed the button for the third ten shots in a row.

Within the light screen, a multicolored gray light surged forth from the depths of the card pool.

【Mirror Hanging High】(Peerless Rank 9 Gray · Wisdom): Talent Card, greatly enhances the ability to capture details such as expressions, aura, speech and behavior, can roughly perceive the purity of the other party's aura, and help judge good and evil, loyalty and treachery.

Fang Zheng's gaze fell on the card, his heart filled with joy.

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A bright mirror hangs high, which, as the name suggests, means that one's mind is like a clear mirror, reflecting everything in its smallest detail.

Even during a magical duel, he could see through the flaws in his opponent's energy flow at a glance.

This card is not only useful for solving cases, but it can also be used to gain leverage in political battles and life-or-death struggles.

He used all the newly acquired cards and felt refreshed and invigorated. His inner energy between his brows also grew stronger, and he was not far from achieving the perfection of the ninth-grade visualization.

Fang Zheng glanced at the remaining fifty-odd strands of gray energy, but didn't rush to consume them further.

Currently, he still has one last limited-time card pool left to draw from: Ghost Gate Tour.

Fang Zheng has now embarked on the path of Yang Guan, and this card pool will not be of much help to him personally, but it is the key to the improvement of Qi Gui Liu Qingyu.

As Liu Qingyu grew stronger, he naturally grew stronger as well.

However, there's no rush. We can make overall plans after the case is solved.

.......

As night fell, the interrogation room in the back office of the supervisor was brightly lit.

Du Kang, the old man, slumped in the interrogation chair, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Ever since Lü Zhengfeng inserted a Yuan-Locking Needle between his eyebrows, sealing off all his Yuan energy, he has looked like this.

Lu Zhengfeng stared at him for a moment, his brows furrowed: "Something's not right."

He didn't seem afraid; rather, he looked like the backlash from a broken spell.

Lu Zhengfeng walked up to Du Kang and raised his hand to press on his forehead.

The official seal lit up, and a bluish-white halo seeped into Du Kang's brow from his palm.

Lu Zhengfeng's expression grew increasingly grave, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.

"Although this old man is a Night Wanderer, his soul is covered with an extremely filthy thing, as if his mind has been corrupted by something."

Lu Qingyun also stepped forward to examine it and nodded: "It's evil magic."

He had practiced that evil method for too long, stealing people's life force and consuming human pills; his soul had been twisted.

After several attempts, both of them were at a loss.

Lu Zhengfeng frowned and his voice deepened: "No."

Du Kang's soul was already filthy. The insertion of the Locking Yuan Needle just now completely destroyed his cultivation and also triggered a backlash from the evil magic.

His internal energy had gone mad and was running rampant, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.

If we don't guide and gather the information in time, let alone a confession, he might not even save his life.

At this moment, Du Kang's face grew increasingly ashen, veins throbbed on his forehead, and a few strands of dark red blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Qingyun stood aside, his gaze solemn: "Although Du Kang has been arrested and brought to justice, there are still many mysteries behind him that remain unsolved."

How did a mere wealthy wine merchant manage to cultivate himself into a seventh-grade Night Wanderer Realm evil cultivator?

On the surface, he had no grudge against Chu Tiankuo, but did he actually kill Chu Tiankuo?

Is someone else behind this?

If he dies, the case will be closed.

Fang Zheng frowned in deep thought, when suddenly a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.

He stepped forward and unleashed the full power of his inner energy.

The ability to see through anything is now activated!

A warm, clear stream flowed from his ancestral aperture, condensing into a faint glow in his eyes.

Before drawing the "Mirror of Clarity," even with his extraordinary ability to see through everything, he would have been helpless against the chaotic, boiling energy within Du Kang's body.

But now it's different.

The talent granted by this peerless card made him sense the energy much more clearly than before.

Although the Yuan energy within Du Kang's body was chaotic, its general direction could already be discerned.

He turned to look at Lü Zhengfeng and Lu Qingyun: "My lords, I can sense the flow of Yuan energy within Du Kang's body."

I'll point out the direction; I humbly request that you two gentlemen intervene and guide the situation.

Lu Zhengfeng glanced at him but didn't ask further: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Zheng stretched out his left hand, his five fingers spread, and a wisp of red smoke seeped from his palm.

Liu Qingyu's figure flashed behind him, dressed in red with black hair, almost overlapping with his.

As the auras of the human and the ghost merged, Fang Zheng felt his Yuan Power instantly surge, reaching the eighth-grade Artifact Control realm.

He closed his eyes, and the Bright Mirror was activated to its limit. The originally blurry turbulent flow of Yuan Qi in Du Kang's body became clear in his perception.

"Three inches from the left rib, the vital energy is stagnant."

"Lord Lu, start from that direction and gently rotate it half an inch to the left."

Lu Qingyun raised his finger, and a ray of green light probed in the direction Fang Zheng pointed. With a gentle flick, the stagnant vital energy loosened a little.

Fang Zheng didn't stop: "Near the Jianjing acupoint, the vital energy flows back in the wrong direction."

"Lord Lü, please apply a force from the outside and straighten it."

Lü Zhengfeng responded and made a move.

The three worked together: one gave directions, the other two performed the spells, and they exerted their strength simultaneously.

This process lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The veins on Du Kang's face gradually subsided, and the blood foam at the corner of his mouth stopped.

Fang Zheng finally raised his hand and pointed to Du Kang's chest: "The last spot, on the right edge of the heart meridian, still has residual qi."

Suppress it; don't let the remaining air push back up.

Lu Zhengfeng and Lu Qingyun attacked simultaneously, their two forces combining to press firmly on the outside of Du Kang's heart.

The restless Yuan energy in Du Kang's body completely subsided, and with the deliberate intervention of Lü Zhengfeng and Lu Qingyun, most of it had dissipated.

Fang Zheng released his grip, and Liu Qingyu's figure retreated from behind him, shrinking back into his palm.

He took a step back, exhaled, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

At this moment, Du Kang was jolted awake, suddenly opened his eyes, and then slowly focused, finally seeing the person in front of him clearly.

His lips trembled a few times. "Fang Zheng?"