Time goes back to the night before.
In a room on the third floor of a small Western-style building in Kyoto, a small figure was sleeping quietly. A ray of moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the child.
Under the moonlight, a black mist slowly appeared above the child's head. Gradually, the black mist became more and more, completely wrapping the child's head.
The child sat up from the bed with his eyes closed, his knees crossed, and his hands in a strange position.
After a long time, a tiny ray of moonlight was inhaled into the child's nostrils. After a few minutes, the child opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of foul air. Over and over again, the moonlight was continuously inhaled into the child's nostrils and turned into foul air and exhaled from the child's mouth...
It was unknown how long it took before the child stopped absorbing the moonlight and opened his eyes.
"Alas, the effect of practicing without a body is really too poor." If there were someone here, they would definitely be scared by what the child said. The voice coming out of the child's mouth was not his own, but the voice of an old man.
At least he was still alive, albeit in the form of a black mist. However, a cultivator's strength lay not in their physical bodies but in their primordial spirits. Once his primordial spirits regained some of their power, he could seize the body he currently inhabited. By then, his strength would surely recover.
The black mist flashed and returned to the child's brain.
"Dong, dong, dong..." The rhythmic sound of footsteps made the black fog almost jump up with joy, if it had a body. It seemed that it would have another big meal to eat tonight.
As the footsteps got closer, the bedroom door opened. Zeng Mingliang's face appeared in the open door.
Zeng Mingliang at this moment was completely different from the one Zhou Yuanyuan saw at the hospital gate that day. His eyes were dull and he looked like a wooden man who had lost his soul.
"Come here." The child hooked his finger, and Zeng Mingliang walked into the door mechanically step by step like a puppet.
After Zeng Mingliang stood still, the child stood up and inhaled into Zeng Mingliang's nostrils. A strong white breath came out of Zeng Mingliang's nostrils and was sucked into the child's stomach.
Mmm~ Such delicious spiritual energy! The child closed his eyes comfortably, secretly refining this hard-earned spiritual energy. After a long moment, the child opened his eyes and burped.
The effect of the cauldron is much stronger than absorbing the moonlight by oneself. Unfortunately, the cauldron in Zeng Mingliang's house is about to be broken. If it absorbs the moonlight again, that woman will probably be reduced to ashes, without any trace left in this world.
This furnace cauldron is surprisingly durable, having been used over ten times and still standing. The black fog felt a little strange. Then, it quickly put this strange feeling behind it.
Black Mist felt a bit of a shame. If it had a body and could personally absorb the energy from the "cauldron", the effect would be much better. A puppet is just a puppet. Of the spiritual energy it absorbs, only one-third returns to itself. What a waste!
However, it had no other options now. Its body was destroyed, and its soul power was less than one-tenth of its peak. If it weren't for this, it wouldn't have to hide in the dark to accumulate strength. In its current state, even a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage could destroy it in minutes.
The black fog is still too weak now. Fortunately, the owner of this body is stupid and easy to fool. Without the owner's consent, it is now unable to take over the body even if it wants to.
The recovery was too slow, and Black Mist felt insecure. Forget it, it was just a pity for itself! If the cauldron died, it was dead. It was the cauldron's honor to die for it.
A wisp of black mist rose from the child's brain and entered Zeng Mingliang's nostrils. After a few seconds, Zeng Mingliang's eyes became somewhat clearer.
"Number One, go now! Remember to suck all the energy out of that woman tomorrow night." The old male voice said to Zeng Mingliang.
"Yes, master." Zeng Mingliang answered mechanically and turned to walk out the door.
In the dead of night, Zeng Mingliang walked for over half an hour before finally waking up. Seeing himself standing on the street not far from his home, a flicker of surprise crossed Zeng Mingliang's face. He didn't understand what had happened to him. Was Xiaona's worsening condition causing him to become stressed and sleepwalking?
Unable to figure it out, Zeng Mingliang gave up thinking about it. It was almost dawn, and he had to go to work soon! His new boss, Deputy Mayor He, was much stricter than Mayor Tian, and Wang Xiaona was still sick. Zeng Mingliang didn't want to lose his job.
Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing followed Wang Xiaona back home.
Wang Xiaona's residence is a tube-shaped building with a staircase leading up to it. There are more than a dozen families living on each floor.
Zeng Mingliang's family has two rooms, each of which is about ten square meters, which is considered spacious.
As Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing followed Wang Xiaona upstairs, they saw a coal stove and aluminum pots placed at the door of every household, and a pile of coal briquettes against each wall. It seemed that the kitchen of each household in the tube-shaped building was located in the small open space outside its door.
Compared with such housing conditions, Zhao Qingshan's current three-bedroom apartment is like heaven, Zhou Yuanyuan sighed.
In her previous life, Zhou Yuanyuan had never lived in the city and had no idea that housing was so tight for city dwellers these days. Speaking of which, Zhao Qingshan must have chosen to be a doctor at Renhe Hospital out of consideration for them, right? After all, that spacious three-bedroom apartment was right there!
Zhou Yuanyuan had originally told Wen Ziqing not to come. She wasn't sure how powerful the evil cultivators would be tonight. If she were alone, she might be able to escape unscathed. But with Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan wasn't sure if she could protect him.
Wen Ziqing felt very uncomfortable. He should have protected his little girl himself, but what he encountered tonight was a mysterious power beyond nature. Wen Ziqing knew that he was just an ordinary person and his strength could definitely not be compared with that "thing", but he was unwilling to watch Zhou Yuanyuan take risks.
Wen Ziqing made up his mind that if he and the little girl really couldn't beat the other person, he would even use his flesh and blood to block the attack for the little girl.
Wang Xiaona returned home, cleaned the house as usual, and then sat in a chair in a daze. Zhao Qingshan didn't come with her, and Wang Xiaona was actually desperate. In Wang Xiaona's heart, Zhao Qingshan was the most powerful one. A little girl and a half-grown boy, Wang Xiaona was very skeptical, could they really help her?
It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Zeng Mingliang had not returned yet.
Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing found a place to hide by themselves. Wang Xiaona lay in bed without any sleepiness. Wang Xiaona was mentally prepared for her ending. She just wanted to find out why Zeng Mingliang treated her like this. This... was her only wish before she died.
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