In a daze, Zhang Yuanqing felt something soft and plump pressing on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a round, delicate face and a mischievous smile.

My aunt hummed and said:

"You little bastard, if you dare to stand me up, I'll sit on you to death."

She sat like a duck on her nephew, leaning forward, raising her buttocks and sitting down hard.

Zhang Yuanqing groaned from being sat on and almost died. He straightened his back in anger and flipped the woman over.

Amid his aunt's screams of "Ouch!", he saw that it was getting dark outside the window. Before he knew it, he had slept from morning till night.

“It’s time to eat!”

The aunt lay on her side on the bed and kicked her nephew's butt with a series of fatal kicks.

"Please don't retaliate. I respect the old and love the young. I won't bother with you."

Zhang Yuanqing slipped to the bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.

There was a rich fragrance wafting through the living room. My grandparents were sitting at the dining table eating. My grandpa had silver hair, was tall and thin, had a serious face, and never smiled.

"How is it, is the person I arranged for you this time okay?"

At the dinner table, grandma asked expectantly.

"Not bad, annual salary of one million, corporate executive, very satisfied!"

My aunt nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.

"You always say that, and you always block people." The grandmother poked her daughter's head hard with her finger and scolded her:

"Be careful and think about how old you are."

"Yeah, yeah... Zhang Yuanqing was gloating on the side, and then Jiang Yuer kicked him hard in the calf.

The two of them started kicking each other under the table, and the table made a clanging noise.

"If you don't want to eat, go back to your room."

When grandma yelled, Zhang Yuanqing and his aunt immediately lowered their heads to eat.

"Grandma, when will my cousin come back?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

My uncle's family lives just across the street. A while ago, my aunt, who came from a wealthy family, and my unruly uncle went abroad for a trip, and during this period, my cousin had dinner here.

"He said he would work overtime tonight and he won't be back at night...He is a man who works like a madman. He is completely different from his idle father." Grandma complained.

Overtime...Zhang Yuanqing couldn't hide his disappointment and said "Oh".

After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu'er went back to their rooms, leaving grandma to clean up the mess.

.........

Returning to his room, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door, picked up his cell phone and called his cousin.

Since we can't talk in person, let's call.

Even if it's communication over the phone, it's never as clear as talking face to face.

The call was connected quickly, but the sound coming from the speaker was bird calls indicating that the phone was turned off.

"In a meeting?"

Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone helplessly. As a security captain, his cousin was very busy and had irregular schedules and diets, so situations like this where he couldn't be contacted happened frequently.

He's used to it.

Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, letting his thoughts fly...

Assuming that the soldier’s disappearance was man-made and the other party’s target was the black card, then I would have to be careful. The safest way would be to hand the black card over to my cousin, who would then report it to his superiors.

Given the administrative level of the Songhai City Security Bureau, the influence of the forces in Jiangnan Province is limited.

But the problem is that the black card is missing, which is the most troublesome thing... Zhang Yuanqing scratched his head in distress.

It’s terrifying to think that a black card can disappear out of thin air. If you can’t find the black card, the method of handing it over to the state will not work.

I can only confess to my cousin first, then let him report to the higher-ups, and then just follow their arrangements. I'm just an ordinary college student and there's nothing I can do.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing felt a little pain and heat on his forehead. He scratched it with his hand, and the pain became more intense.

Huh? It hurts and it's hot, what's going on...

He left the bed in a daze, walked to the dressing mirror standing by the window, and examined himself in the mirror.

In the dressing mirror, there is a young man's face reflected, with delicate features and fair skin. He has neither the toughness forged by the beatings of society nor the vicissitudes of life washed away by the years.

There is only the vigor and vitality of young people.

On his forehead, there is a black full-moon mark, which is lifelike and the irregular patches on the surface are clearly visible.

At the bottom of the full moon mark, there is something similar to a progress bar, which shows: 90%

This...Zhang Yuanqing stepped back in shock. He rubbed his forehead hard, but the mark was like a tattoo and could not be rubbed off no matter what he did.

Why is there something like this on my forehead? When did it appear? Chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, mixed with panic and confusion.

"Wait! Isn't this pattern the black moon on the card?"

He was stunned at first, and then his thoughts suddenly became clear.

The black card was not lost, but entered his body and turned into a mark on his forehead in a way he could not understand.

Just as he was confused, he found that the progress bar under the Black Moon Mark had turned to 92%. As the number of words jumped, his forehead felt hot.

What is this, paranormal? High technology? Hallucination?

At this moment, the content of the letter came to mind again: This is a gift that can change your life...

"The black card is really a treasure, so my previous guess was correct. Someone coveted this card, and Bingge didn't want the other party to succeed, so he sent it to me, and he disappeared because of that..."

Zhang Yuanqing was worried about Brother Bing while staring at the progress bar with anticipation.

What will happen when the progress bar reaches 100%? Having witnessed the miracle in front of him, he was full of curiosity about the next changes.

After several more burning pains, the progress bar at the bottom of Blackmoon finally completed its journey and reached 100%.

The next moment, a voice without any emotion or feeling rang in my ears:

[Role card restart completed......]

[Name: To be named (please name immediately)]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Night Wanderer]

[Level: 0]

[Skills: None]

[Experience value: 0%]

[Moral value: 60 (initial value)]

There is also a line of notes below the moral value:

[Never let your moral value fall below 60. You may have had no choice before, but please be a good person now.]

Looking at the fluorescent blue character attribute panel appearing in front of him, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a long time, wondering what this was.

He probed: "System?"

As a web surfing expert, being well-informed is a must.

The voice without any emotion echoed in my ears again:

【Please name your character now! 】

A fluorescent blue handwriting box popped up from the property panel that was frozen in mid-air.

It's not a system, or its intelligence is too low, and it can't communicate... With the idea of ​​taking one step at a time, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his finger and wrote his name:

Zhang Yuanqing

【Warning, please do not use your real name. 】

Can’t use real name? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, then wrote down a second name:

Yuanshi Tianzun

[Naming successful! The spiritual realm will be opened in ten seconds. Yuanshi Tianzun, I wish you good luck! ]

Listening to the voice of the ghost in his ear, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, thinking, what's going on? Opening the spiritual realm? Shouldn't you explain what the spiritual realm is first?

Before he could regain his composure, the ten-second countdown was over.

[Ding, the spiritual realm map has been opened. Welcome to "Night Wandering God - Sheling Tunnel", number: 0079. ]

[Difficulty level: S]

[Type: Single (Death Type)]

[Main Mission 1: Survive for three hours.]

[Main Mission 2: Explore Spirit Realm No. 0079, current exploration degree: 0%]

[Note: Non-spiritual items cannot be brought in. ]

[Introduction to Spirit Realm No. 0079: Do you know the Sheling Tunnel, one of the ten great mysteries in Songhai? ]

[The Sheling Tunnel was built at the end of the last century. During the construction of the tunnel, a construction team entered the tunnel to dig on a rainy night, and disappeared in the tunnel and never appeared again.

[The Public Security Bureau organized a search team to search for several days and found a worker who participated in the excavation that night in the mountains, but the others were nowhere to be found.

[Although the survivor survived, he suffered from some inexplicable stimulation and became mentally ill and crazy... No matter how the security guard questioned him, he only kept saying one sentence over and over again.

[He said: Don’t go into the temple, don’t go into the temple…]

The sounds in my ears became lower and lower until they were inaudible. The scenery in front of me became distorted and blurred, like the wrinkled surface of a lake.

After a while, the picture gradually became stable, the dim light shone on the uneven walls, and there was a road paved with fine stones underfoot.

"Where is this place?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked around in shock and found himself in an old tunnel. The old-fashioned xenon lamps on the curved dome emitted a faint orange glow.

.......

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Because the background is modern, we have to make some fictional stories. There is only the Public Security Bureau in this world. You are all old readers and should understand it.