Chapter 45 Storytelling

Ten minutes later, at the gate of Qingmu City Police Station, Ye Ziheng and Lin Ya walked in slowly under the leadership of Li Ruohai.

Ye Ziheng looked up at the police station with a trace of novelty in his eyes.

The police station is often seen on TV, but Ye Ziheng has never tried it when he came in, especially in his current capacity, he is not only a prisoner, but also a non-law enforcement officer.

While watching, a female police officer suddenly came over, nodded to Li Ruohai, and then looked at Lin Ya beside Ye Ziheng.

"Sister, can you help my sister to record the statement together?"

Lin Ya was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Ye Ziheng beside her.

"Will we go together?"

"No, it's recorded separately. It's okay. We'll send you back soon after the recording is finished."

The female police officer said again.

Lin Ya didn't say anything more, just nodded, and then looked at Ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng smiled and nodded towards her.

After Lin Ya was taken away by the female police officer, Li Ruohai took Ye Ziheng all the way into an office, then closed the door, and dismissed all the people next to him, leaving only Ye Ziheng and himself.

Li Ruohai poured a cup of tea for Ye Ziheng and himself very politely.

"I don't know what school and sect Brother Chen is from?"

Li Ruohai said suddenly.

Ye Ziheng was stunned when he heard this, and the teacup in his hand was suddenly suspended in the air.

What is this saying, I can't understand it at all.

After thinking for a long time, Ye Ziheng looked up at Li Ruohai and said.

"New Oriental Cooking School."

"Pfft~"

As soon as Ye Ziheng finished speaking, Li Ruohai just drank the tea in his mouth and spit it all out in one breath.

Li Ruohai hastily put down the teacup in his hand, took a piece of paper and wiped off the tea from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Chen is really humorous, but I don't think you need to hide your identity too much. You and I are both in the martial arts, so there is no need to hide from each other."

When Ye Ziheng heard this, he seemed to think of it, and the way he looked at Li Ruohai changed a lot.

People in martial arts, Li Ruohai just said people in martial arts, does it mean that there really exists in this world the kind of sects of cultivating immortals like those described in novels?

Seeing that Ye Ziheng was still silent, but with a thoughtful look on his face, Li Ruohai thought it was because he was not sincere enough to impress Ye Ziheng, so he said with a smile.

"I'm Li Ruohai, a disciple of the Tianxingmen, a warrior in the middle of the first rank."

After hearing this, Ye Ziheng once again affirmed his previous judgment. In this world, there is definitely a school of cultivating immortals, and Li Ruohai in front of him is a member of this army of cultivating immortals.

Ye Ziheng looked at Li Ruohai, hesitated to speak, he wanted to tell Li Ruohai that he was not a martial artist at all, but he was afraid that after he said this, Li Ruohai would not let him know about their martial arts and sect Then he will use the kind of "spiritualism" described in the novel to make him a fool.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying Ye Ziheng felt. In order to protect his own life, he decided to make up a lie to help him overcome this difficulty.

"It was a dark and windy night, I went home alone, and was walking on the road, suddenly someone patted me from behind me, before I could turn around, I felt a sharp pain in my head Immediately afterwards, I heard an old voice ringing in my ears, "Young man, the old man is surprised to see your bones. You are a natural martial arts prodigy. Today, the old man will accept you as a disciple and pass on a ray of true energy to you. When you have some luck in your cultivation in the future, the old man will come to you again. "

(End of this chapter)

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