Chapter 27: The Many Facets of Life

Zhang Yuanqing remained silent and thought for a long time, then decided not to reveal the existence of the Red Dancing Shoes for the time being.

Firstly, the matter of Ou Xiangrong's escape had just occurred, and the Five Elements Alliance's subsequent actions hadn't unfolded yet. As an official organization, they might have other ways to track down that Bewitching Demon.

There was simply no need for a newbie like him to get involved.

Secondly, he was just a Level 1 Night Walker, a newbie among Spiritual Realm Walkers. If he exposed the existence of the Rule - type item, it was very likely to attract covetousness.

He would wait and see what actions the organization would take next, and then make a choice based on the situation... Zhang Yuanqing stopped thinking too much and looked out of the car window at the night view, waiting to reach his destination.

For now, improving his strength was the most urgent thing.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of "Songhai Pulmonary Hospital". After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed straight for the emergency department building with a clear goal.

At this time, the outpatient department had already closed, and the hospital staff and patients were mainly concentrated in the emergency department.

In the emergency department, there were crowds of people. The patients either sat on the public chairs or walked back and forth between the charging windows and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing passed through the charging hall and the bustling crowd and found a seat near the toilet.

After sitting down, he stretched out his legs and waited patiently like a hunter waiting for his prey.

For spiritual entities, the aura of a Night Walker was like a firefly in the dark, so eye - catching and distinct.

There was no need to search deliberately; they would come to him on their own.

The spiritual entities of ordinary people only existed for seven days. Unless someone had just died nearby, it was impossible to wait for a spiritual entity to come automatically. Therefore, the hospital was the best place to level up.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown walking towards him with a dull gaze and stiff steps.

The old man's body was between illusory and real. The passing patients walked through his body as if passing through the air.

He was gaunt, with white pupils that were creepy, and exuded an aura of pain and regret.

This was a vengeful spirit.

Generally speaking, after a person dies, they will turn into a vengeful spirit. There are no spiritual entities with a peaceful aura 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 gently inhaled.

The old man's spiritual entity turned into blue smoke and wafted gracefully into his mouth.

His forehead throbbed with pain, and his consciousness suddenly expanded. Zhang Yuanqing read the fragmented memories of the old man before his death.

The old man died of advanced lung cancer. In the second half of his life, he left the world under the dual torture of chemotherapy and cancer. Coughing up blood, hair loss, shortness of breath, pain... He didn't leave in peace.

His last remaining thought was regret for why he had smoked.

"I'll never smoke again..."

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out with a regretful look on his face.

The people around looked at him in surprise.

... Zhang Yuanqing kept a straight face, pretending that nothing had happened just now to cover up his embarrassment.

Until the passers - by looked away and his surging emotions calmed down, he opened the attribute panel, and a fluorescent blue light screen unfolded:

[Experience Points: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spiritual entity is worth two experience points, while that of an ordinary person is only 0.5. Is it like ordinary mobs and elite mobs? And the further you go, the fewer experience points there are. I'm afraid there won't even be 0.5. It seems that I can only accumulate little by little..." Zhang Yuanqing thought thoughtfully.

Anyway, this kind of intuitive and visible improvement was gratifying.

He returned to his seat, pretending that nothing had happened. A few minutes later, a middle - aged uncle in a suit, dressed like an office worker, walked towards him woodenly.

The people around ignored the uncle and walked through him.

Zhang Yuanqing did the same thing and absorbed the uncle's spiritual entity. When the spiritual entity was transformed into the power to nourish the Night Walker, part of the memories surged in like a tide.

The middle - aged uncle died of over - fatigue and sudden cardiac death, a victim of the well - known 996 work culture.

The uncle left very peacefully. After all, sudden death happened in an instant, and you couldn't even feel the pain.

But after reading the uncle's memories, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his wife had just given birth to a second child, and the baby was still in swaddling clothes. He had worked so hard and devoted himself to the 996 work just to earn money for milk powder.

What's more, the uncle was born in the 1980s. People born in that era rarely had siblings. Once he was gone, his parents would have no one to rely on in the future.

Using one's life to make money, in the end, everything lost its meaning.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness returned, and he felt a piercing sadness and confusion.

What was the meaning of such a life? He sat there blankly, without an expression for a long time.

At this time, the third spiritual entity came.

It was a woman with beautiful features, semi - permanent Korean - style eyebrows, and the clothes she wore exuded luxury and refinement.

A high - quality human female.

"So young and beautiful, it's a pity she died..."

When she walked closer, Zhang Yuanqing noticed that her chest was sunken, and her black slim - fit clothes were soaked in illusory blood. In addition, the back of her head seemed to have suffered unimaginable severe injuries, and the blood had glued her hair into strands.

She wasn't wearing a hospital gown, which meant that she didn't die during hospitalization but died in an accident or was murdered... Zhang Yuanqing gently inhaled and devoured the high - quality female's spiritual entity.

...

His forehead swelled, and memories that didn't belong to him poured into his sea of consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes went dark. Then, he saw a pair of long, fair legs sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling up black stockings little by little onto her thighs.

Oh, so this is how women wear stockings... Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single for twenty years, learned something new.

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

"Don't send me messages at night from now on. My wife almost saw them last night."

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

A man, a bed, and a woman putting on stockings... Anyone could guess what had just happened.

I'd better not devour the spiritual entities of women easily in the future. It's not appropriate! He muttered thankfully in his heart. Fortunately, the memories started from putting on stockings. If it was a few minutes later, he might be lying down or kneeling...

Well, there's no strange taste in my mouth either. That's good... Just as he was thinking, he heard the woman he "possessed" humming:

"Isn't that just perfect? You divorce your wife and marry me."

The man behind was rustling to put on his clothes and sneered:

"I have a son and a daughter. I'm planning to have a third child next year. Why should I divorce for you? Besides, if I divorce, I'll have to split half of my property."

"Didn't we agree at the beginning? You be my mistress, and I'll give you money. When you've saved enough money, you can marry whoever you want, even find an honest guy. If you want to end the relationship one day, just let me know. But don't have any unrealistic thoughts."

The woman seemed to be angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her small BMW and sped on the street to vent her emotions.

Finally, she had a car accident and died after rescue efforts failed.

The scene ended. Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, pinched his swollen forehead, and felt a burst of indignation in his heart. He thought, sister, why bother? High - end seafood merchants often only need simple auction methods. There's a market everywhere. Why get angry with a man? How many good men are there anyway?

Also, it's impossible to marry an honest guy. It's impossible in this lifetime.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why do I have such a strong sense of substitution for a woman? I'm clearly a spear - user.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing realized that he had unconsciously been influenced by the high - quality female. His thoughts became more feminine, and a strong desire for money and material things arose in his heart.

And the "no more smoking" that he blurted out just now was also influenced by the old man's spiritual entity.

After he had initially stabilized his mind, the fourth spiritual entity came. It was a thin and handsome young man, easily reminding people of words like "little milk dog".

"He's not worse - looking than me. I'd better absorb the spiritual entity of a man. It's safer. If something like that really happens, I'll be the one on top."

He opened his mouth and inhaled the little milk dog's spiritual entity into his stomach.

...

Ear - piercing noise shook his eardrums. Full - color LED headlights rotated, creating a dazzling light pollution.

Looking around, there were only swaying figures and bobbing heads, and there was a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

This was a bar.

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

In the unrestrained venting of emotions and the empty happiness intertwined with drinks and dice, the little milk dog and his friend didn't leave until 2 a.m.

The two called a ride - hailing car and returned to the rented room. The burly friend helped him open the bedroom door.

Although Zhang Yuanqing couldn't control his body, his own consciousness was clear. He noticed that the person he possessed was dead drunk, and the blood vessels in his brain were throbbing with pain. He guessed that the other person had died from excessive drinking or sudden death?

Just as he was guessing, the little milk dog was thrown onto the bed. The friend took off his shoes and pants, covered him with a quilt, and wiped the sweat from his face with a wet tissue.

This friend is reliable... Zhang Yuanqing thought.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he found that the friend started to undress and lifted the quilt, quickly stripping the little milk dog naked.

... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, he heard the little milk dog muttering in a daze:

"Honey~"

The "friend" pressed on the little milk dog's body, raised the vaseline in his hand, and said with a mouthful of alcohol smell:

"Stick your butt up. I'll put some oil on you!"

??? Zhang Yuanqing's mind "boomed" as if struck by five thunderbolts.

No! No! No!

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

In extreme fear and panic, Zhang Yuanqing forcefully interrupted the reading of the memories.

In the outpatient building, at the seat next to the toilet, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes as if he had just had a nightmare, breathing heavily as if lacking oxygen.

His face was pale, his eyes were惊恐 (terrified), and his back was soaked with sweat.

"Son, are you okay?" The aunt in the next seat asked with concern:

"Did you register? What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand to indicate that he was okay and rushed into the toilet. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face one handful after another.

It's too terrifying. Men are too terrifying!

He had endured harm that his gender shouldn't have endured.