I will be stronger after the remake

"The other party has only seen you once, and given the circumstances at the time, they probably weren't paying attention to you. It's been two months since that attack, and I don't think they have a photographic memory, but just in case, you should still wear a mask."

Tang Ping readily agreed, put on her mask, and got off the bus with Ma Yiming.

Upon entering the gate, Ma Yiming pressed his index finger to his brow, carefully observing everyone in the courtyard.

As a ghost soldier, he has the ability to sense the aura of other people's souls. Because the soul and body of a possessor are not in harmony, their aura will appear abnormally turbid, making them easy to identify.

This is not psychic energy, but a basic ability of the spirit itself, and therefore it is unrestricted and can still be used in the real world.

Tang Ping asked, "How long do you take to confirm someone's identity?"

Ma Yiming casually replied, "About twenty seconds."

The speed wasn't slow, but Tang Ping glanced around and estimated there were at least forty people in the courtyard, and another sixty or seventy in the waiting room. Adding the staff, it meant that if you were unlucky and didn't find it until the very end, it would take more than forty minutes.

If only my "Three-Eyed Spirit" could be used in the real world, its efficiency would definitely be much higher.

As Tang Ping pondered this, her gaze swept across the face of an ordinary-looking young man, and instantly, a piece of information surfaced in her mind:

[Character: Yang Guyue]

[Spiritual Rank: None]

[Introduction: An ordinary person who reacts negatively to the word "poor wretch"]

Chapter Nineteen: On-site Creation

Tang Ping was taken aback the moment she received the message.

Why is the "Three-Eyed Spirit" working? It was clearly working before...

wrong!

I have never actively used this psychic power in the real world before, because I subconsciously believed that it would not work and there was no point in using it.

But why is it working now?

Is it because the "Three-Eyed Spirit" mechanism is a triggerable passive skill?

Or does it mean that all mutated psionic powers are completely unrestricted?

Or perhaps the claim that "active skills cannot be used in the real world" is inaccurate, and there is some kind of exploitable vulnerability?

Tang Ping's mind raced, and many guesses flashed through his mind, but he could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent. He knew that the priority at present was to capture the criminals. He couldn't figure out the answer to this problem by guessing. He might as well wait for an opportunity to verify them one by one later.

So, he used his psionic energy to scan the crowd, looking only at the names and ignoring the descriptions. In less than a minute, he confirmed that Han Lin was not there. He then ran to the waiting room and looked around, but still couldn't find Han Lin. Finally, he went to the service hall responsible for registration and reception, thinking that if he still couldn't find him, he would have to consider the possibility that the information had been leaked and the other party had moved ahead of time.

Fortunately, such a terrible situation did not occur. He successfully found Han Lin in the corner of the hall. The other party's appearance was different from before, obviously he had possessed someone else's body again, most likely the cleaner, who was currently slacking off with a mop.

"Next, we need to find a way to relay the information to Yiming without revealing our psionic abilities."

It's much easier to deduce the cause from the conclusion. After a little thought, Tang Ping came up with a plan. He immediately returned to the courtyard and found Ma Yiming, who was still observing, and said, "There's no need to observe them one by one. We can make some cuts first to save on the workload."

Ma Yiming immediately asked, "Strategist, do you have any brilliant plan for me?"

Tang Ping shook the non-existent feather fan and said leisurely, "Han Lin's goal is to demonstrate the spirit, so he must be able to stay at the funeral home for a long time. Therefore, the deceased's family members who only come once or twice can be eliminated. The remaining ones are nothing more than the staff. Oh, and don't forget the cleaners."

"That makes sense, I'll listen to you."

During his university years, Tang Ping was the brains of the dormitory, often making insightful remarks. Ma Yiming was already used to this. In any case, even if something went wrong, it would just be a matter of changing the order of confirmation, and he would immediately head to the service hall.

Soon after, he also spotted Han Lin, and immediately slipped out without making a sound. Then he called Hu Ze and Yuan Ji to inform them.

"which one?"

To avoid alerting the enemy, Hu Ze and Yuan Ji did not enter the hall.

"A cleaner with a mop." - Ma Yiming

Yuan Ji pretended to pass by the door and secretly peeked inside.

"So, are you confident you can capture him alive?" Hu Ze asked nervously.

“The body he possessed wasn’t strong. If I could get within five meters of him, I could capture him in one move.”

"Five meters isn't easy..."

Hu Ze glanced at the reception hall, which was unusually spacious, estimated to be 30x20 square meters. He couldn't help but complain, "The funeral home is too rich. The service hall isn't a morgue. Is it reasonable to build it this big?"

Tang Ping suggested, "We can make a commotion to attract everyone's attention, and then Senior Sister Yuan can take the opportunity to get closer to the target."

Hu Ze said, "The idea is good, but it can only be done by the two of you. Yuan Ji and I can't get involved."

Tang Ping said, "The simplest and most effective way to argue and fight is to come up with a reasonable excuse that can't arouse suspicion, or at least not immediately."

Ma Yiming said, "How about we assume you're dating my sister, and I don't allow it? You two secretly meet up, and I catch you in the act, and then we end up fighting. What do you think of that scenario?"

"Not good," Tang Ping rolled her eyes. "If I stole your girlfriend, it would be normal for you to be angry, but I'm just dating your sister. Why are you stopping me? Are you a siscon?"

Ma Yiming said decisively, "Of course not. It's just that I happen to have a younger sister, which makes it easier to relate to the character and makes the performance more natural, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Yuan Ji was not optimistic: "But it's not dramatic enough and it's hard to attract people's attention. It's better to set it up as Tang Ping stealing your girlfriend... no, it would be more sensational to change it to your fiancée. Everyone would definitely gather around to eat melons immediately."

"Alright."

It was just acting, and Ma Yiming had no objection to it; he was always easy to talk to.

Tang Ping objected, "Who would fight over a woman in a funeral home? It's not raining heavily right now. The plot needs to fit the setting and shouldn't have any obvious plot holes."

Yuan Ji retorted, unconvinced, "What brilliant insights do online novel authors have?"

"Where do we need brilliant insights? The most suitable conflicts to occur in a funeral home are definitely disputes over inheritance. Everyone, listen up and let me explain..."

Before long, an agreement was reached.

Tang Ping suddenly glared angrily and shoved Ma Yiming, who was standing at the door, into the hall: "Why is your name the only beneficiary of Dad's insurance policy? Did you do something to it?"

Ma Yiming seemed a little guilty, and said with a wronged expression, "How would I know about this? It's Dad who wrote the name, go ask Dad!"

"Dad's dead, how am I supposed to ask? Are you cursing me to die?!"

Tang Ping became even angrier, grabbed Ma Yiming by the collar and shoved him inside, causing him to bump into another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly bewildered, but seemingly used to being a peacemaker, he subconsciously said, "Young people, don't fight. Talk things out. This is a funeral home. Don't disturb the deceased. Your fathers certainly wouldn't want to see you two fighting, would they?"

Seeing this, Tang Ping took a deep breath and shouted, "Fine! Anyway, I'm not afraid of airing my dirty laundry in public, so let everyone be the judge. My dad signed an accident insurance policy with an insurance company two months ago. The beneficiary on the contract is only my brother's name, not mine. And that's not all. Not long after the insurance contract was signed, my dad died in a car accident. Do you all believe there's nothing fishy going on here?"

Hey!

This passage may not contain a lot of information, but it's powerful!

The onlookers' eyes lit up, and they all gathered around the two of them, discussing it endlessly. Since the parties involved said, "Let everyone judge this," then they wouldn't be meddling in other people's business.

"The accident happened so soon after I signed the insurance contract. What a coincidence! Could it be insurance fraud?"

"Even if the police are blind, insurance company employees aren't stupid. Wouldn't they be able to detect insurance fraud?"

"By the way, these two brothers don't look alike at all."

"You've spotted the key point! Maybe that's why your father only filled in one beneficiary."

"Oh dear, now that I think about it, it all makes perfect sense. This is an honest man's angry revenge."

Although the funeral home staff were also eager to watch the drama unfold, they were afraid of bloodshed and had to come out to maintain order: "Don't make a scene here, go outside if you want to argue, everyone please disperse."

Han Lin, holding a mop, pricked up his ears, listening with great interest, wishing he could join in and offer his own commentary. After all, he had only ever seen this kind of scene in "Story Club," and this was the first time he had encountered it in real life.

Before he could decide whether to continue mopping or follow the crowd outside, a sudden sense of crisis, as if he were being watched by a wild beast, overwhelmed him.

Chapter Twenty: Rebirth After Tribulations

Once Yuan Ji was within five meters of Han Lin, he no longer concealed his hostility and decisively made his move.

Han Lin reacted immediately, but it was no use; they were too close together, and being a step behind meant being behind in everything.

He had just put down the mop and raised his hands when Yuan Ji grabbed him and slammed him to the ground!

If it were an ordinary person, or even a well-trained athlete, such a fall would have left them with limbs broken and unable to move.

Han Lin was different; he had merely possessed this body, much like controlling a puppet. He could either feel the puppet's five senses through close contact or disconnect some of the connection to block pain.

Moreover, the human body has a limiter that instinctively restricts the force exerted to prevent injury from excessive exertion. Han Lin, however, does not need to worry about these limitations. He can even unleash power beyond the limits of his physical body. Even if he is injured, he can simply replace his body afterward.

However, all of these advantages were meaningless against a martial arts master like Yuan Ji. Just as Han Lin was about to ignore his injuries and force himself to get up, he heard two cracking sounds, and the joints of both his arms were dislocated.

At the same time, Hu Ze took out a megaphone and shouted to the somewhat bewildered crowd: "Attention everyone, we are arresting a terrorist. This person is extremely vicious and may be carrying explosives or other dangerous items. For your own safety and that of your relatives and friends, please leave the scene immediately, as far away as possible, to avoid being accidentally injured."

The crowd present was taken aback upon hearing the announcement. After thinking about what was going on, most of them were initially skeptical. After all, Hu Ze was not wearing a police uniform, and the number of terrorist attacks in China was extremely limited. The current actions seemed too risky, showing a lack of concern for the safety of the people, which was not typical of the role of Chinese police.

At that moment, a voice whispered in their ears: "Maybe not wearing a police uniform is to avoid being discovered by criminals. The fact that there are few terrorist attacks in the country doesn't mean there aren't any. What if we're unlucky enough to run into one? Taking such a risky action might be due to an emergency situation that forced us to act quickly. We don't have any evidence to prove that the other party is lying. We can't gamble with our own and our relatives' lives."

Tang Ping and Ma Yiming stopped fighting and chimed in, "We were just acting to lure you out. You should leave now."

The onlookers had no more questions and fled outside. Those outside the hall who hadn't heard clearly were affected by the panic and subconsciously chose to follow the crowd, quickly clearing a large space.

"Damn it, it's you bastards again! Not only did you kill my son, but now you're trying to kill me to cover it up!"

Han Lin was both angry and resentful. He struggled with his legs, trying to kick Yuan Ji off, but his joints were dislocated again with two cracking sounds.

Hu Ze snapped, "Shut up! Stop deceiving yourself! You're the one who killed your son, yet you're trying to shift the blame onto others. Have some shame!"

"I bear no responsibility, it was all your fault! If you hadn't arrested me, my son wouldn't have been in this situation. As police officers, you caused the death of an innocent child. This is dereliction of duty! This is your responsibility!"

Hu Ze was too lazy to explain that he wasn't actually a policeman: "I was stupid too. Talking to someone like you is just a waste of breath. Take him back!"

Don't think you can catch me like that!

Han Lin's eyes suddenly went vacant, his body stopped struggling, his muscles went limp, as if his soul had left his body.

The fox spirit didn't have the ability to see ghosts. Tang Ping used her "Three-Eyed Spiritual Radiance" to glare at him and instantly detected Han Lin's soul. At the same time, a piece of information surfaced in her mind:

[Character: Han Lin]

[Spiritual Rank: Ghost Messenger Fan Wujiu]

[Psionic Powers: Separation of Soul and Flesh, Underworld Seal, Summoning of Ghost Soldiers, Soul-Binding Chains, No Mercy for the Evil]

[Separation of Soul and Body: Your soul can exist independently of your body, but it requires spiritual energy to maintain.]

[Imperial Decree from the Underworld: A divine position endorsed by the Underworld, possessing a natural aura of authority over wandering ghosts and spirits, and capable of resisting life-snatching techniques]

[Summon Ghost Soldiers: As a ghost messenger, you can consume spiritual power to summon ghost soldiers to fight for you]

【Soul-Binding Chains: Can summon chains imbued with ghostly fire from the underworld to bind the target's soul】

[The wicked will not be spared: The heavier the evil deeds of your enemy, the greater the damage you can inflict.]

"Giving such a person the title of 'the wicked are unforgivable' is a waste of talent."

Tang Ping muttered to herself, and then saw a chain fly out from Ma Yiming's palm, binding Han Lin's soul.

This is not psychic energy, but a kind of Yin-type spiritual technique that is detached from the five elements and can only be cultivated by people with the spirit of the underworld. Its effect is far inferior to the Black Impermanence's "Soul-Binding Chains". Not only is it not attached with Yin fire, but it can only be shot out from the palm of the caster, unlike the "Soul-Binding Chains" which can fly out from any space.

"You dare use chains on me, you brat, you're asking for it!"

Han Lin let out a sinister laugh, stopped trying to escape, and immediately turned around and charged towards Ma Yiming.

"Be careful, he's going to possess your body!"

While issuing the reminder, Hu Ze took out a compass from his pocket and activated it by channeling spiritual energy into it.

This treasure was his true trump card in capturing Han Lin, which is why the task he gave Ma Yiming was merely to prevent his escape.

However, after Han Lin's soul crashed into Ma Yiming's body, there was no struggle; he was instantly ejected, accompanied by incomprehensible astonishment: "How could this be? Your soul strength is actually greater than mine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was sucked into the compass.

Hu Ze used magic to seal it, confirming that he had not captured the wrong soul. He looked at Ma Yiming curiously, but asked nothing.

Everyone has their own secrets, especially psychics. Not prying into other people's secrets is an unwritten rule in the psychic world.

Unfortunately, no one told Tang Ping about this rule, so he used "Three-Eyed Spiritual Radiance" without hesitation.

What? Even if you don't know this rule, you still have to respect other people's privacy?

I have a penchant for prying into privacy, so what!

[Character: Ma Yiming]

[Spiritual Rank: Ghost Soldier]

[Psionic Power: Separation of Spirit and Body, Imperial Decree from the Underworld, Rebirth Through Tribulations]

[Separation of spirit and body: omitted]