Seven o'clock in the evening, dining table.
Grandma looked around the table at her family and announced in a good mood:
"Yuanzi, your uncle will be back tomorrow afternoon. Yuanjun, remember to drive to pick him up. Yuer, go home early after get off work."
Yu'er is my aunt's nickname.
Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuer were each gnawing on a chicken leg, while Chen Yuanjun was drinking chicken soup, both of them looked calm.
Seeing this, grandma slammed her chopsticks and glared at me, "Did you hear me?"
"oh."
"Um."
"knew."
grandmother:"......"
My uncle and aunt have been traveling abroad for almost two months. My uncle is idle and cynical, and my aunt has never done housework. There is no difference between having them at home or not.
He came back, but it's not a big event worth celebrating. Probably only grandma would be happy that my uncle came back.
Jiang Yu'er chewed on a chicken leg and said, "Why don't the family scum play for a few more months? The house is extra quiet when they are not around."
Chen Yuanjun glanced at his aunt and said, "Don't say that. After all, the family scum is my father."
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his cousin and said, "Don't say that. The scum of the family is my uncle after all."
Seeing that her grandmother was furious and wanted to tear apart her unfilial descendants, Jiang Yuer quickly comforted her and brought up a topic that her mother would definitely be interested in:
"Mom, our hospital is haunted."
Haunted? Zhang Yuanqing immediately pricked up his ears.
The grandmother really didn't care about her son anymore, and asked hurriedly:
"Hey, what's going on for no reason? Tell mom quickly."
"Ms. Zhou from our department was on duty at night when she heard a child laughing in the office. She went in to check and the laughter had stopped. Then she went to the bathroom and saw a baby lying on her shoulder in the mirror. She was almost scared to death."
My aunt said confidently: "It's not just Sister Zhou. Other colleagues on night shift also said that they occasionally heard children laughing in the middle of the night. Everyone said that it must be a child who was aborted and was unwilling to give up, wandering around the hospital."
Grandma listened with great interest and commented, "It's really weird. I think it's probably true. When you're on night shift, let Yuanzi accompany you. Anything else?"
"Yes, yes..."
Grandma's gossip was not passed on to my mother, but was inherited by my aunt... Zhang Yuanqing listened to the gossips of the mother and daughter, but the interest that had been aroused in his heart slowly faded.
As a night-wandering god, he knew as soon as he heard it that it was just a rumor and a weird talk, not true.
First of all, it is impossible for spirits to make sounds because they have no physical body, let alone vocal cords, unless the power of the spirit acts directly on the human spirit.
But given the baby's will and mental strength, it is impossible for his spirit to remain after death.
Finally, ordinary people cannot see spirits with their naked eyes. Those who are about to die and have heavy yin energy may interact with spirits, so occasional situations are reasonable.
But a lot of people heard the baby laughing, which is bullshit.
"Aunt, please be careful and don't bring the dead baby from the hospital home." Zhang Yuanqing said quietly.
Jiang Yuer, who was talking excitedly, suddenly froze on her oval face and shouted, "Mom, he scared me again!"
The grandmother symbolically shaved her grandson's scalp.
.......
After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing quietly left home and took a taxi to the nearest Grade A hospital.
He wants to go to the hospital to pray for the souls of the dead and increase his experience points.
The "Soul Devouring" skill of the Night Wandering God is currently the best way to upgrade. No one knows when the next spiritual realm will open, so it is necessary to improve your strength before entering the spiritual realm.
Both are level 1, with 99% and 1% experience points, the difference in combat power is like heaven and earth.
The hospital is a good place for the Night Wanderer to increase his experience points. Birth, aging, sickness and death all happen in the hospital. Of course, the crematorium is also very good, but the crematoriums in Songhai are all in the suburbs and rarely in the city.
Sitting in the car, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered what Guan Ya said today.
"Why are the Night Wanderers of Taiyi Sect so averse to devouring spirits? Is it because of the rules of the profession, or do they think it is detrimental to one's virtue? Or is there another reason?"
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, logged into the official forum of Spiritual Traveler, and searched for relevant information.
The search results show: No relevant entries were found.
........
In the suburbs, night begins to fall.
In a cheap rental house in an industrial park, in a dirty and messy living room, Ou Xiangrong came to the table full of beer cans, holding a large bowl of freshly cooked instant noodles.
With a casual sweep, he swept away the beer cans and other debris to the ground, making room for a large basin, and then took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.
Eat noodles and drink wine with big mouthfuls.
The noodles were scalding hot right out of the pot, but they couldn’t burn his tough oral cells.
Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, sometimes looks fierce, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes hateful... just like a mentally ill patient on the verge of a disease.
Suddenly, his ears moved, he stopped eating chopsticks, and his expression immediately turned ferocious.
Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up, pulled out the willow blade from the scabbard on his waist, and walked lightly and silently towards the door.
“Bang!”
As soon as he approached the entrance, the door was kicked open roughly. Then, a blazing light came on, and a scorching fireball hit him.
The scorching wind blew in his face. Ou Xiangrong paused and swung his right arm holding the knife. The bright knife light hit the fireball. With a "boom", the room was filled with colorful flames.
In the sudden firelight, a figure covered in flames rushed into the rental house, his knees bouncing, and he rushed towards Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.
Ou Xiangrong was more brutal than him. He turned his body to the side and thrust his shoulder forward fiercely.
“Bang!”
The figure flew backwards and hit the wall of the corridor, causing the wall to shake violently.
Ou Xiangrong, whose right hand and shoulder were covered with burn marks, endured the pain, turned around and rushed to the window. He didn't dare to walk through the corridor as the corridors in the old residential buildings were narrow. If he was surrounded, he would surely die.
Amid the sound of shattering glass, Ou Xiangrong jumped out from the third floor.
“Bang!”
Ou Xiangrong, who had just broken the window, heard two gunshots. He used the willow blade to knock away the bullet that was heading for his head, but was unable to stop the bullet that was heading for his chest.
The powerful kinetic energy of the bullet penetrated the skin and was stuck in the strong muscles.
Following the sound of gunfire, I saw a tall mixed-race beauty standing in the shadows at the edge of the green belt. She was wearing an OL suit and a white shirt, her hair flying in the wind, looking extremely cool and beautiful.
She held a silver pistol in each hand, and her long legs, clad in black stockings, were tied with two holsters.
Bang, bang, bang... The mixed-race beauty fired calmly with such precision that she seemed to be able to predict his falling trajectory.
After being shot several times, Ou Xiangrong finally landed on the ground. He looked at the mixed-race woman suddenly, and two twisted bloody runes appeared in his pupils.
The next moment, the woman's expression became dull, and she turned the gun and pointed it at her own eyebrows.
"Bang!"
Flames spewed out of the muzzle of the gun, but the bullet failed to shatter the woman's smooth forehead and was blocked by a pair of rough hands.
A worker wearing a miner's hat appeared beside her. His dark face was full of solemnity. He said:
"The bewitching demon?"
"A level 3 bewitching demon."
In the darkness, a man walked over with a cane. He was wearing a black suit with a black vest and a white shirt, and his hair was combed neatly.
"Tell the guys to set up defense outside the community, don't get close to here."
Another voice was heard, and a beautiful woman in ink-and-wash cheongsam walked out of the corridor. She had a gentle and peaceful temperament and a beautiful appearance.
Ou Xiangrong held the knife and looked around with a gloomy face.
“Boom boom boom…”
At this time, the sound of a motorcycle roared from a distance, and the bright lights pierced the darkness. A motorcycle came roaring over. The woman on the motorcycle was wearing a white racing suit, with her upper body bent over, holding a three-foot-long black sword in her hand, and she charged forward first.
The next moment, gunshots rang out again, blocking Ou Xiangrong's retreat. A flaming figure jumped out of the window and blocked him from the side.
Tang Guoqiang, wearing a miner's hat, pressed his hands on the ground, and the concrete floor cracked. A pair of hands condensed from mud grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.
Ou Xiangrong calmly wielded the willow blade, knocking away bullets at tricky angles, and the collision between the bullet and the blade produced dazzling sparks.
Then, his leg muscles expanded, breaking the mud on his hands, and he rolled forward, just in time to avoid the fire man who was rushing down from the third floor.
Bang, bang, bang... After rolling over, he ran as fast as he could towards the woman on the motorcycle.
In the darkness of the night, the two people passed each other. The sharp willow blade cut the woman's chest, but there was no feeling of cutting something solid. The moment the woman on the motorcycle was cut by the blade, her body turned into water.
And her long sword swept across Ou Xiangrong's chest and abdomen.
Ou Xiangrong's chest split open and large streams of blood gushed out.
He completely ignored his injuries and ran out of the community without stopping.
At this time, a beautiful woman in cheongsam jumped out of the window on the second floor. Her bare snow-white feet ran on the wall as if it were flat ground.
She leaped forward and landed in front of Ou Xiangrong. She gave a delicate cry, spun around, her cheongsam fluttering in the wind, and her long, strong legs whistled like a whip, lashing Ou Xiangrong fiercely.
The latter flew out like a cannonball, cracked the wall of the residential building, and slowly fell to the ground.
"You are quite good for daring to kill an official spiritual realm practitioner in my jurisdiction."
At this time, Li Dongze, who had been watching the show from beginning to end, came over slowly with a cane. His face was serious, as calm as a big boss behind the scenes, and he said lightly:
"Next, I will personally send you on your way."
"Sigh..." A huge sigh echoed around, and Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up. His eyes were as red as blood, filled with madness and violence, and a powerful evil force awakened from his body.
He said in a hoarse voice: "You all must die."
Li Dongze silently took two steps back and said, "Brothers, it was just a joke. I am definitely not the one who takes all the credit."
........
In the taxi, no relevant information about Zhang Yuanqing was found, so I returned to the forum homepage and instinctively refreshed the page.
Then I saw a post marked in red and pinned to the top.
#Wanted! Level 3 Bewitching Demon Ou Xiangrong#
There was no post a few minutes ago.
Zhang Yuanqing clicked on the post:
"Ou Xiangrong, a Level 3 Bewitching Demon, killed Zhao Yingjun, a scout of the White Tiger Army of the Five Elements Alliance, on April 18. On the evening of April 19, at 19:05, he escaped from the siege of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Squad.
"This person possesses some terrible evil power, not an ordinary bewitching demon. He has been severely injured by the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Squad and his whereabouts are currently unknown. All regional Spirit Realm Walker Squads, please be aware that Ou Xiangrong is on the verge of losing control. Once the target is found, kill him immediately.
"Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded 50,000 yuan. Anyone who kills the person will be rewarded 100,000 yuan."
Less than three minutes after the post was published, the number of comments exceeded 100.
They all complained about the poor performance of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Team, which allowed a half-crazy bewitching demon to escape.
"Are you kidding me? This dangerous person could get out of control at any time. Are the Kangyang District team just here to eat and do nothing?"
"If he loses control and kills people and is wanted by the Spirit Realm, by the time we arrive, it will probably be a river of blood. We will be laughed at by Spirit Realm practitioners across the country, laughing at us for not doing enough prevention and control and for taking high salaries but doing nothing."
"It's over."
Ou Xiangrong escaped? How did the commander and his men lock onto the target and start the capture so quickly?
For a moment, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to praise the squad leader and his men for their efficiency, or complain about their poor performance and letting this time bomb go.
"Since they have already fought, Ou Xiangrong's blood and even flesh and blood must be left at the scene. We should be able to find him using the red dancing shoes..."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of his rule-based prop.
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ps: I'm asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month. Before I knew it, I have written more than 80,000 words, with an average of 8,000+ updates per day. I don't have any drafts saved.