Song Yan turned around and saw the corpse suddenly sitting up. The person's eyes stared fixedly at him without a blink. His black hair covered his face, making it impossible to tell what expression he had.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, sending a chill down Song Yan's back.
Although Song Yan had seen many big scenes, he had never encountered such a situation before.
"R... resurrected corpse?"
He quickly took a few steps back, keeping a distance from the coffin. As he stepped back, he reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist, frowned, and immediately got into a defensive stance.
No matter what was going on with the person in front of him, he would never allow a monster that could harm the people in the capital to appear.
The person didn't show much reaction. He looked down at the outer robe covering his wound with a look of disgust, then took it off and threw it aside. Supporting himself on the edge of the coffin, he stepped over with his long legs and got out.
"The director of the Investigation Department sure doesn't have much self - control."
The person straightened his clothes and glanced at Song Yan, who was standing there with a defensive look on his face, gripping the hilt of his sword. Although there was no emotion in his words, Song Yan always felt that he was being mocked.
Instantly, the words he had said to the new recruits a few days ago flashed through his mind.
"Don't talk nonsense about resurrected corpses. I just took a nap. You guys need to work on your self - control. Moreover, even if you really encounter a resurrected corpse, you should stay calm. If you act like this, you'll only bring shame to the Investigation Department."
Well, it turned out that the first one to bring shame to the Investigation Department was not the new recruits, but himself, the director.
But the situation in front of him was really too strange. Not long ago, this young man was lying in the alley with his chest in a mess after being stabbed by a sharp blade.
But now...
Song Yan looked at his chest in the faint moonlight. Except for the torn cloth, the skin underneath was intact. If it weren't for the bloodstains on his lapel, he might have thought that everything that had happened just now was a dream.
"What on earth is going on?"
Song Yan didn't believe in resurrection. The person in front of him had indeed died right in front of him, but the fact that he was standing in front of him safe and sound was undeniable.
Could he be the evil spirit the common people were talking about?
Ye Zhiqiu wiped the blood off his face indifferently. He glanced back at Song Yan's defensive stance and knew what was going on in his mind just by looking at his expression. So he let out a soft sigh.
This person was the director of the Investigation Department. He knew that if he didn't explain things clearly, this person would never let him go easily.
He might even use the sword at his waist to kill him again. Although it didn't matter much if he died, it would only make things worse.
Tsk, it was really troublesome.
Song Yan saw the person sigh in silence and felt that his authority as the director of the Investigation Department had been challenged. But since he didn't know who this person was, he didn't dare to act rashly without knowing his background.
For now, he was just glad that the investigators in the department hadn't followed him. Otherwise, if they saw his cowardice, his authority as the director of the Investigation Department would be completely gone.
"What I'm going to say next may sound like a fantasy to you, but I can tell you seriously that it's all true."
Ye Zhiqiu slowly wiped the blood off his face, turned around, and looked directly into Song Yan's eyes. He took a step forward, and the smell of blood in the air spread with his movement.
The blood - stained clothes, the funeral parlor, and the resurrected corpse. All these scenes were just like the scene in the play where a scholar meets an evil spirit.
Although Song Yan was a bit scared inside, he couldn't lose face. He didn't move an inch and just frowned and stared directly into the other person's eyes.
"What? Can someone really be resurrected?"
On the Sanjiao Teahouse, Shen Huaian had just taken a sip of tea when he was almost choked by what he had heard. It took him a while to calm down. After thinking about what Song Yan had told him for a long time, he still thought it was impossible.
"You said that person has an immortal body? That's impossible. How can a person be immortal? He's either a monster or just talking nonsense."
"At first, I also thought that this was fabricated by him, but he did resurrect right in front of me."
Song Yan picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. Thinking about what had happened last night, he felt that everything was so incredible.
"You say you have an immortal body. How can you prove it?"
Song Yan didn't believe his excuse at all. Having an immortal body was just a joke.
Ye Zhiqiu had expected that the other person wouldn't believe him. It was true that the idea of an immortal body was hard to believe, so it was no wonder that Song Yan would be skeptical.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't say anything more to explain. For doubts, letting the other person see it with his own eyes was more effective than any explanation.
So he reached out and drew out the sword from Song Yan's waist. Before Song Yan could question him, Ye Zhiqiu slashed the sword across his palm.
The sword was very sharp. Soon, the red blood dripped down the blade, but Ye Zhiqiu seemed not to feel the pain. He just coldly looked at the deep wound on his palm that showed the bone.
"This wound will heal in half an hour."
Ye Zhiqiu's voice was flat, as if he was just stating a fact.
Song Yan looked at his expression. When he had just slashed his palm with the sword, he didn't even frown. They said that pain in the fingers was connected to the heart, but he didn't even change his expression at all. He was really a tough guy.
But then something even more shocking happened. Just as he had said, half an hour later, the wound on his hand healed bit by bit. Soon, it was completely healed without even a single scar.
After seeing it with his own eyes, Song Yan was even more shocked. How could there be a person with an immortal body in this world?
But the fact that the wound on his hand had healed quickly was undeniable.
It seemed that since that rumor had appeared, everything in the capital had become extremely strange.
"Song Yan, what are you thinking about?"
Shen Huaian's voice pulled Song Yan out of his memories. He was munching on the tea snacks and muttering.
"What did you do to that person later? Did you arrest him or let him go?"
"He has the same goal as me, so we joined hands."
"Your combination is really strange, the director of the Investigation Department and an immortal person."
Shen Huaian joked when he heard this. In the past, Song Yan would have retorted, but today it was different.
He leaned against the window, looking at the passers - by downstairs. A thoughtful smile appeared on his lips as he murmured softly.
"Who says it isn't?"
Shen Huaian thought it was a bit strange, so he followed his gaze and looked downstairs, but he only saw a corner of a white robe flashing by.