Saturday, 11:00 am.

Zhang Yuanqing got up yawning, his eyes half sleepy. Ever since he became a night wanderer, he couldn't sleep at night and played games all night long. He had no energy during the day and kept feeling sleepy and dozing off.

Two days had passed since the night of the spirit inquiry. Li Dongze and Guan Ya had been going out frequently, participating in the search for Hei Wuchang and his subordinates.

This delayed Zhang Yuanqing's combat training.

Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, Guan Ya should give Yuanshi fighting training next. With the physical fitness of the Night Wandering God, it would not be difficult for him to get started with fighting in a short period of time.

But because of the Holy Grail and roster incident, it had to be postponed, after all, the second team was short of personnel.

Zhang Yuanqing once asked Li Dongze about those teammates who had never shown up, but the squad leader's face suddenly became unnatural, as if he had something to hide.

The understanding Yuanshi Tianzun did not ask any further questions.

In addition, Wang Qian of the Palace of Stopping Killing agreed to be his informant, which was unexpectedly cooperative and very aware.

Because of the Ou Xiangrong incident, the management of Songhai University suddenly became stricter. The school did not allow students living on campus to go out at night, so the social gathering was put on hold.

After a simple wash, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room before his grandmother had prepared lunch, and began to tease the baby spirit.

At this moment, he was arranging the one-year-old baby's birthday celebration. After experiencing 50%, the purity and thickness of the Taiyin power were increased. Then he found that the intelligence of the infant spirit nourished by the Taiyin power was slightly improved.

Zhang Yuanqing placed the textbooks around the round and cute baby spirit, with mathematics on the left, Chinese on the right, and English and physics in front and back.

"Your master is extremely talented and well-educated. You can't fall behind. Choose one."

The little funny boy opened his black eyes, tilted his head and thought for a long time, finally understood what Zhang Yuanqing meant, then he quickly moved his limbs and crawled towards the physics textbook.

"Oh, a promising kid..."

Just as a smile broke out on Zhang Yuanqing's face, he saw the little guy jump over the physics textbook and hug the PS5 game console. Because it couldn't touch the entity, it fell down with a plop.

"You're a good-for-nothing. That's nothing like me!" Zhang Yuanqing criticized angrily.

"When I was your age, I could already compose a poem in seven steps."

Alas! He sighed in disappointment. If he wanted to improve the intelligence of the infant spirit and cultivate him into a talent, he had to master the skills of the night wandering spirit to raise ghosts.

Then you have to upgrade.

Calculating the time, the second spiritual realm mission is coming soon.

After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the bedroom, poured warm water into the teacup, opened the bedside table, and took out a white medicine bottle.

"Really, I was so busy during this period that I forgot to take my medicine and it was postponed for two days..."

He muttered as he tipped over the bottle and poured a few small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze.

Yes, I postponed it for two days, why didn’t my old illness relapse?

My condition is clearly getting worse, and the frequency of onset will only increase faster. It's impossible to postpone it.

Is it because I became a night-wandering god and my physical fitness changed?

"Come to think of it, I haven't had any illness since I was promoted to Night Wandering God. Could it be that I'm cured?" He was delighted, but not sure, so he decided to give it a try.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and visualize your father's blurry face in your mind.

After an unknown amount of time, his heart thumped, his brain started boiling, all kinds of noises filled his mind, and all kinds of broken images revived.

But in the next moment, the noise became orderly and the picture was no longer fragmented.

No, it’s not that the sounds and pictures have become orderly, but that the brain’s ability to process information has been enhanced.

He heard his uncle dancing in the living room of his house, with "Jianbing Guozi" playing in the background.

My aunt was watching TV series in the bedroom, and she would complain from time to time: It's too noisy, please speak more quietly.

In the kitchen I could hear grandma washing dishes.

The bed downstairs was creaking, and by analyzing the collision sounds, Zhang Yuanqing proudly concluded that the hostess was lying down.

The brain processes information...

"Guan Ya always has an indescribable self-confidence, and the squad leader seems to be quite polite to her, which is different from the way he treats me and Wang Tai... When I mentioned those team members, the expression on the squad leader's face was embarrassed and helpless... There is something wrong with the change in the attitude of musician Wang Qian. He was disdainful of me yesterday..."

"Little Doubi has a special affection for Auntie, Auntie, Auntie..."

At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state was instantly broken.

"Let's go, accompany me to the mall." Jiang Yu'er said in a soft voice.

Her outfit today is a knee-length pleated skirt, white sneakers, and a light blue loose top. Because she looks sweet and cute, she looks very forest-like and well-behaved.

This well-behaved appearance is the main reason why Jiang Yuer has become a popular figure in the blind date market.

Confident men find beautiful and well-behaved women easy to control, and men with low self-esteem also find it less stressful to get along with such beauties.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at his aunt in a daze, and suddenly two lines of warm blood spurted out of his nose.

........

Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang, sitting in a business car, waited for a long time, frowned and dialed his assistant's cell phone.

After the call was connected, he asked in a low voice:

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

He was here to pick someone up at the airport. The flight had landed an hour ago, but the assistant hasn't brought him out yet.

Mr. Fu’s time is precious, how can he waste it on such trivial matters?

"Centurion, he..." The assistant lowered his voice and said, "He hooked up with a beautiful woman and stayed in the airport and refused to leave, saying that he wanted to exchange feelings..."

Fu Qingyang's forehead veins jumped and he said:

"Tell him that he can either come out by himself or I go in and drag him out."

The assistant responded and hung up the phone immediately.

A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage and walked towards the business car.

The young man was wearing loose beige trousers and a light blue shirt. His sleeves fluttered as he walked, looking extremely elegant. He had handsome features, his eyes were half-closed with a smile, and there was a laziness deep in his bones.

Friendly, lazy and harmless.

This is the impression young people give.

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "As expected of a playboy, women throw themselves at him wherever he goes."

This playboy who is as famous as him is, as his name suggests, an out-and-out playboy. His father is the leader of Taiyi Sect and he has a prominent family background. Coupled with his own outstanding talents, there are countless beautiful women around him.

If he was simply lustful, he certainly wouldn't be on par with Fu Qingyang. This guy was nicknamed Playboy because he understood women very well and had a very good reputation among women.

Facing the ridicule, Lingjun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't be so vulgar, beauties are works of art, you need to savor them carefully and understand them slowly to discover their beauty, this is elegance."

Fu Qingyang frowned, "Because of your elegance, I wasted an hour and delayed my work."

"Brother Qingyang, life is not just about career, there are many beautiful things worth exploring." Lingjun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I already know about the matter of the Judge of the Trick Eyes, and I will do my best to assist you. Father is very concerned about the death of the Judge of the Trick Eyes."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang looked at him.

"This person died very close to the Demon Lord. Father suspects there is a connection between the two."

"Why is the Sect Master so obsessed with the Demon Lord's death and his search for his successor?"

"Because before the Demon Lord died, he left something very important in his character card."

"What?"

"I can only tell you that that thing represents the ultimate, the essence of the spiritual realm."

........

Runfa Shopping Mall, milk tea shop.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying a lot of shopping bags, sat down, picked up the glass, took a big sip of milk tea with ice cubes floating on it, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Suddenly I felt alive again.

The most tiring thing about accompanying my aunt shopping in the mall is not the physical pain, but the mental torture.

Fortunately, the beautiful figures of the young ladies can relieve this fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing was drinking milk tea and was in a good mood.

He confirmed one thing: his strange illness had been effectively alleviated.

In addition to a decrease in the frequency of his attacks, it also became easier for him to actively trigger his old illnesses. Most importantly, his symptoms, such as headaches and nosebleeds, were alleviated after an attack.

Maybe in the future, he will be able to freely control the state of his boiling brain, and then he can ask Wang Tai to help him write the paper, hehe.

No, that's too pathetic... Zhang Yuanqing quickly drove this tempting idea out of his mind.

"Oh, this month's salary is not enough to spend." said my aunt with emotion.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said disdainfully, "When have you ever had enough salary to spend? You've been spending your grandparents' money."

My aunt is still an intern and her salary is very low, but she has no shortage of luxury goods. Most of her expenses are paid by my grandparents.

My grandparents have considerable savings, the eldest daughter has a successful career, and the eldest son married a wealthy wife. They are not short of money, so the savings can only be left to the youngest daughter.

Jiang Yu'er pursed his lips and said pitifully, "Yes, yes, it's because my aunt is useless and can't make any money. I can only rely on my father."

While chatting, Zhang Yuanqing took out his mobile phone and habitually logged into the official forum to see if there would be any interesting posts.

The official forum has two major functions: one is to officially release some important notices and information; the other is to provide a platform for spiritual practitioners from all over the world to communicate and share information and intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's view, the water forum is a way to quickly gain knowledge.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#A large number of new A-level and S-level spiritual realms appeared in the Night Wanderer profession, and the official Night Wanderers in various places appeared to be "missing"#

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ps: typos will be updated first and corrected later.