"Become an immortal? Old Zhang, are you saying this murderer, him? Is he cultivating now? Ascending?"
With Zhang Feng's words, everyone understood.
So it's not murder, but some kind of premeditated flight using 'qi' to ascend?
As they thought about it and looked at the bizarre corpse, even in the midst of the hot August of Great Xia, their backs felt chilled, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Zhang Feng." Captain Wang was also sweating palms from listening, but he seriously looked at Zhang Feng, "Are you sure you're not joking? You're pretty much half a veteran in our team, now you're talking about supernatural forces?"
"How come I've never heard you mention these ways before?"
"You never asked before." Zhang Feng spoke the truth; in his memories, he and Captain Wang rarely talked in private.
They weren't good friends, so such topics might not even come up.
"Is this false?"
At the same time, others also felt the factory was filled with chilling winds.
