Zhang Yuanqing thought silently for a long time and decided not to reveal the existence of the red dancing shoes for the time being.

First of all, Ou Xiangrong’s escape has just begun, and the Five Elements Alliance’s follow-up actions have not yet begun. As an official organization, there may be other ways to track down the bewitching demon.

There is no need for a newcomer like him to get involved.

Secondly, he is only a level 1 Night Wanderer, a newcomer among the Spirit Realm Walkers. If he reveals the existence of rule-based props, it is likely to attract covetousness.

Wait and see what actions the organization will take next, and then make a choice based on the situation... Zhang Yuanqing didn't think any more, looking at the night view outside the car window, waiting to reach the destination.

Now, improving our strength is the most important thing.

Five minutes later, the taxi driver got off in front of the Songhai Pulmonary Hospital. After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed towards the emergency department building with a clear goal.

At this time, the outpatient department has closed, and the hospital and patients are mainly concentrated in the emergency department.

The emergency department was crowded with people. Patients seeking medical treatment either sat on public chairs or went between the cashier window and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing walked through the toll hall, through the bustling crowd, and found a seat near the toilet.

After sitting down, stretch your legs and wait.

To spirits, the aura of the Night Wanderer is like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling and vivid.

There is no need to look for them, they will find themselves.

The spirit of an ordinary person only exists for seven days. Unless someone has just died nearby, you cannot wait for the spirit to come to you automatically, so the hospital is the best place to upgrade.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown, walking towards him with a dull look in his eyes and stiff steps as he walked through the crowd.

The old man's body was between illusion and reality, and the patients coming and going passed through his body like passing through the air.

He looked haggard, with eerie white pupils, and exuded an aura of pain and regret.

This is a vengeful spirit.

Generally speaking, people will turn into vengeful spirits after death. There are no spirits with peaceful breaths because no one is willing to die.

Their attachment to life and fear of death will eventually turn into helpless resentment.

Seeing the old man approaching, Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and took a light sniff.

The old man's spirit turned into green smoke, floating into the mouth.

His brows ached and his consciousness suddenly expanded. Zhang Yuanqing read the old man's fragmented memories.

The old man died of advanced lung cancer. In the second half of his life, he passed away under the double torture of chemotherapy and cancer. He coughed up blood, lost his hair, had shortness of breath, and felt pain... He did not pass away peacefully.

The last remaining thought was regret for why I smoked.

“I will never smoke again…”

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out with regret on his face.

The people around looked at him in surprise.

.......Zhang Yuanqing had a blank expression on his face and pretended that what had just happened had not happened in order to hide his embarrassment.

Until the passers-by looked away and his turbulent emotions calmed down, he clicked on the attribute panel and a fluorescent blue screen unfolded:

[Experience value: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit is worth two experience points, while ordinary people only have 0.5, similar to ordinary wild monsters and elite monsters? And the experience points will be less and less as time goes by, I'm afraid it may not even be 0.5. It seems that we can only accumulate little by little..." Zhang Yuanqing seemed to be thinking about something.

Regardless, this intuitive and visible improvement is gratifying.

He returned to his seat and pretended that what had just happened had never happened. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a suit, dressed like an office worker, walked towards him in a daze.

The people around him ignored the uncle and walked past him.

Zhang Yuanqing absorbed the uncle's spirit in the same way. When the spirit was transformed into power to nourish the Night Wandering God, some memories came back like a tide.

The middle-aged man died of excessive fatigue, sudden death of myocardial infarction, and the well-known 996 blessing.

The uncle passed away peacefully. After all, sudden death happens in an instant and you don’t even feel the pain.

But after reading the uncle's memory, Zhang Yuanqing learned that his wife had just given birth to her second child, who was still in swaddling clothes. She worked so hard just to earn money for milk powder and to enjoy the blessing.

What is more worth mentioning is that the uncle was born in the 1980s. People born in that era rarely have brothers and sisters. Once he is gone, his parents will have no place to go in the future.

Spending your life to make money will ultimately make everything meaningless.

When Zhang Yuanqing regained consciousness, he felt a piercing sadness and confusion.

What is the meaning of such a life? He sat there blankly, with no expression on his face for a long time.

At this time, the third spirit came over.

She is a lady with beautiful facial features, Korean semi-permanent eyebrows, and the clothes she wears exude luxury and sophistication.

Human high quality female.

"It's such a shame that she passed away so young and beautiful..."

When he got closer, Zhang Yuanqing discovered that her chest was sunken and her black slim-fitting clothes were soaked with illusory blood. In addition, the back of her head seemed to have suffered unimaginable damage, and the blood had stuck her hair into wisps.

She was not wearing a hospital gown, which meant that she did not die in the hospital, but died in an accident or homicide... Zhang Yuanqing took a light breath and swallowed up the spirit of the high-quality woman.

............

His eyebrows swelled, and memories that did not belong to him poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes went dark, and then he saw a pair of slender, white legs sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling up the black stockings up the thighs little by little.

Oh, so this is how women wear stockings... Zhang Yuanqing, who has been single for twenty years, has gained some new insights.

At this time, a man's smoky voice came from behind:

"Don't text me at night anymore. My wife almost saw it last night."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat at that moment.

Man, bed, wearing stockings...anyone can guess what just happened.

I'd better not devour female spirits so easily in the future, it's not appropriate! He muttered in his heart with great relief, fortunately the memory started from when he put on the stockings, if it was pushed back a few minutes, he might have been lying down, or kneeling...

Well, there is no strange taste in my mouth, fortunately, fortunately... Just as he was thinking, he heard the woman he was "possessed" hum:

"That's perfect, you divorce your wife and marry me."

The man behind him was putting on his clothes with a rustle, sneering:

"I have a son and a daughter, and I'm planning to have a third child next year. Why should I divorce you? Besides, half of the property will be divided after the divorce.

"Didn't we agree on this at the time? I'll give you money if you become my mistress, and when you save enough money, you can marry whoever you want, even an honest man. If you ever want to break up, just let me know. But don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

The woman seemed angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her little BMW on the street at full speed to vent her emotions.

Finally he got into a car accident and died despite rescue efforts.

The scene ended, Zhang Yuanqing opened her eyes, pinched her swollen eyebrows, and felt indignant. She thought to herself, sister, why bother? High-end seafood merchants often only need a simple auction method. There are markets everywhere. Why bother to be angry with a man? How many men can be good?

Also, it is impossible to marry an honest man, not in this life.

As he thought about this, he suddenly realized something was wrong?

Why do I have such a strong sense of substitution for women? I am obviously a spearman.

After a few seconds, Zhang Yuanqing came to his senses. He had been unknowingly influenced by high-quality women. His thoughts became more feminine and he had a strong desire for money and material things in his heart.

And the words “I don’t smoke” that I blurted out just now were also influenced by the old man’s spirit.

After he had initially stabilized his spirit, the fourth spirit came over. This was a thin and handsome young man, who easily reminded people of words like "little puppy".

"You look no worse than me, so you'd better absorb the man's spirit. It's safer and more secure. If something like that really happens, I'll be on top."

He opened his mouth and sucked the puppy's spirit into his stomach.

..........

The piercing noise shakes the eardrums, and the full-color LED headlights rotate, creating dazzling light pollution.

Looking around, all I saw were swaying figures, shaking heads, and a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

This is a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body swaying uncontrollably, and at the same time he grabbed the wine glass on the booth and drank with his friends around him.

In the refreshing emotional release, in the empty joy mixed with wine and dice, Xiao Naigou and his friends did not leave until two in the morning.

The two called an online taxi and returned to the rental house, where his strong friend helped him open the bedroom door.

Although Zhang Yuanqing could not control his body, he was conscious and noticed that the possessed person was drunk and his brain blood vessels were throbbing with pain. He guessed that the other person died of excessive drinking or sudden death?

Just as I was guessing, the little puppy was thrown into the bed. His friend helped him take off his shoes and pants, covered him with a quilt, and wiped the sweat off his face with a wet towel.

This friend can get along... Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he found that his friend started to take off his clothes, and lifted the quilt, quickly stripping the little puppy naked.

.......Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment and felt that something was wrong.

At this time, he heard the little puppy mumbling in a daze:

"Husband~"

The "friend" pressed on the puppy's body, raised the Vaseline in his hand, and said with a mouth full of alcohol:

"Stick your ass up, I'll give you some oil!"

??? Zhang Yuanqing's head "boomed" as if struck by thunder.

No! No! No!

You can't do this! You can't do this!!

In extreme fear and panic, Zhang Yuanqing forcibly interrupted the reading of his memory.

Sitting next to the toilet in the outpatient building, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had just had a nightmare, and took deep breaths as if he was lacking oxygen.

His face turned pale, his eyes were filled with fear, and sweat soaked his back.

"Young man, are you okay?" the auntie sitting next to me asked with concern:

"Have you registered? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed handfuls of cold water on his face.

It's terrible, man, it's terrible!

He suffered harm that was unacceptable to his gender.