The long night had finally passed.
When I walked out of the police station, the sky was already bright.
I went to the rooftop of a high building and took out the Purifying Spirit Gourd. After a night, it should have been mostly purified by now.
Opening the stopper, with a puff, a wisp of smoke spiraled out and condensed into a red-dressed figure, wearing a flowing red dress, her black hair dancing in the air, much like the vibrant girl in the photograph.
Previously, her resentment was overwhelming, her expression terrifying, but now, her aura was calm, her expression gentle.
She glanced at me and sighed softly, saying, "Why did you stop me? Diane White deserves to die!"
Although her resentment had dissipated, the hatred in her heart had not lessened.
I said, "Don't worry, she will get the punishment she deserves. She has been arrested, and so has Raymond Adams. His father has also met his downfall."
