Spiritual Walker

Yes, I almost forgot about that kid.

Li Dongze's words reminded the captains that the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Team had already recruited a Night Wanderer, so they no longer needed to borrow people from the Taiyi Sect.

Da Jiba showed a happy expression on his face and immediately said, "What are you waiting for? Contact that kid quickly. So, we still have to cultivate our own Night Wanderer. Our own people are the most reliable at critical moments."

The other captains' brows relaxed.

Da Jiba's words made sense. Although the Night Wanderer of the Taiyi Sect has always been very cooperative in business, he is an outsider after all, and it is definitely not as convenient to use him as his own people.

Li Dongze glanced at Fu Qingyang and saw him nod slightly. He immediately took out his mobile phone and walked out of the meeting room.

"I'll contact him."

......

After finishing the professional course in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing carried his schoolbag and left the classroom. He planned to skip the afternoon class and go to the office of the second team of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Team.

The focus of future interpersonal communication will be transferred to the Spirit Realm team.

Zhang Yuanqing doesn't like school very much and is not very interested in learning. The young people in Songhai are all lazy from the bottom of their hearts, lacking in wolfishness and fighting.

There are only two kinds of people in this world who will fight, one is to cultivate positive habits since childhood, and the other is forced by life.

After becoming a Spirit Realm walker, Zhang Yuanqing finally found the long-lost spirit of struggle.

One is forced by life, and the other is to fulfill the dream of traveling the world with a sword.

The Spirit Realm is full of dangers and weirdness, but once you taste the sweetness, you will never be willing to be a mortal again.

When I came downstairs and was about to swipe a shared bicycle, the phone in my pocket rang.

It was Li Dongze calling.

"What's the chief?" Zhang Yuanqing answered.

"Where are you now?" Li Dongze spoke very quickly and got straight to the point.

"At school."

"Songhai University, right? I'll ask Guan Ya to pick you up now."

Pick me up? Zhang Yuanqing heard the urgency in Li Dongze's tone and asked tentatively, "What's the matter?"

"A colleague was killed. We need the Night Wanderer to devour the spirit and obtain the other party's memory. Well, you have no problem with this, right?" Li Dongze asked with some worry.

Uh, it should be possible... Zhang Yuanqing said, "Let me try?"

Devouring the spirit is not difficult. This is the innate skill of the Night Wanderer. His brain told him that he could do it, but in terms of reading memories, he has never really devoured a spirit and has no experience, so he dare not guarantee it.

"That's it." Li Dongze didn't say much and hung up the phone.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and walked to the school gate on foot.

A few minutes later, he stopped at the school gate and waited silently for Guan Ya to pick him up. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing found a girl in a pleated long skirt standing on the roadside not far away, carrying a brand-name bag, as if waiting for someone.

Xu Yingying?

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the "class flower" for a few times. She was dressed very exquisitely. Her bracelets, necklaces, earrings, bags... all looked very valuable, which was very different from most of the female classmates in the school.

Girls from ordinary families can't wear this feeling.

Sensing Zhang Yuanqing's gaze, Xu Yingying smiled lightly, lifted her hair and straightened her back, posing the most moving posture, and felt a little superior in her heart.

This boy looked quite good, so she subconsciously showed her beauty.

But now she is no longer in the same world as ordinary college students, so she is full of superiority in her heart.

Her decorations are worth a year's living expenses for ordinary college students.

At this time, Xu Yingying saw a blue sports car coming and slowly stopped at the school gate.

The woman driving the car was wearing a neat white shirt and sunglasses, so her face could not be seen clearly, but her white and pointed jaw and delicate mouth corners showed that she was a beautiful woman with high appearance.

Xu Yingying pursed her lips, changed her posture, and pointed the logo of her branded bag towards the sports car.

At the same time, she saw Zhang Yuanqing trotting towards the sports car, opening the door and getting in.

The rich woman stepped on the accelerator and drove away with the little puppy.

Xu Yingying opened her mouth, her face full of surprise.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether this male classmate was a low-key rich kid or her peers - seafood merchants and steel wool merchants.

......

Kangyang District Security Bureau, morgue.

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the morgue bed, lifted the white cloth, and a tragic corpse appeared in front of him.

The body of the deceased was covered with bruises and knife marks, and the wound on the chest was bloody and fleshy, which was shocking.

If it was two days ago, Zhang Yuanqing would definitely feel physically uncomfortable when seeing such a corpse, but after the beating in the mountain temple, the corpse could no longer cause too much waves in his heart.

"It's time to start."

Li Dongze said expectantly, leaning on his cane.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. He examined Zhao Yingjun's body and felt that the spirit left in this cold body was gradually becoming active and reviving.

The breath of the Night Wandering God has a fatal attraction to the spirit body and can awaken the sleeping spirit.

He silently mobilized the power of Taiyin in his body, and the whites of his eyes and pupils were covered with a layer of pure black. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Yingjun's body.

He grabbed an illusory figure.

This figure has Zhao Yingjun's facial features, but his expression is dull and his eyes are empty.

After a person dies, 90% of his consciousness disappears, and the spirit body will become so dull. If the consciousness disappears, the memory will of course be incomplete, and only some memories with deep obsessions will remain.

Memories before death are often impressive and very close to death, so they will be preserved.

After grabbing the spirit, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a desire to "eat". He opened his mouth naturally and took a light breath.

Zhao Yingjun's spirit turned into green smoke and floated into his mouth.

There was a swell of pain in his eyebrows, and his consciousness seemed to expand, and many things that did not belong to him were filled in.

.....

Zhang Yuanqing heard a low sob, a whimper, and a fierce and gloomy voice in his ears:

"I don't have much patience, you'd better answer obediently."

He knew that he was reading the last memory of the spirit, and slowly "opened" his eyes. The scenery around him became clear. This was a large suite with gorgeous decoration.

He fell on the soft big bed, naked, and the ground was scattered with clothes and women's underwear.

Not far away, at the head of the bed, curled up a young woman, also naked, with white and tender long legs, tight belly, and upright chest, showing the proud curves of youth.

The sobbing sound came from her.

Woman? Naked? Such a scene made Zhang Yuanqing stunned. He thought, why didn't the chief explain the situation at the crime scene clearly? How could he let me see the scene that is not suitable for children? I am still a child...

Following the perspective of the deceased, he looked at the person beside the bed. It was a man with a ferocious face. There was a half-finger-long scar on the left cheek, sparse eyebrows, and fierce and gloomy eyes.

Holding a shiny willow blade in his hand.

Murderer... Zhang Yuanqing stared at this face and remembered his appearance firmly.

At this point, his mission was half completed.

The man pointed the tip of the knife at the chest of "Zhang Yuanqing" and said viciously:

"Where is the Holy Grail, where is the list?"

He seemed to have asked this question many times, his expression was full of impatience, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I don't know, I really don't know... Please let me go." Zhang Yuanqing heard the voice of "himself" begging for mercy.

The man squatted beside the bed, completely losing his patience, rubbing his face as if he was tired, muttering:

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it, I gave you a chance but you didn't use it..."

As he spoke, he thrust the tip of the willow blade into Zhang Yuanqing's chest.

With a sharp pain, his consciousness blurred instantly, Zhang Yuanqing fell limply to the ground, and saw the man unbutton his belt, grab the beautiful woman's ankle, and pull her towards him.

The scene stopped abruptly as the woman screamed.