Spiritual Walker

7pm, dining table.

Grandma looked around the table at the family members, and announced in a good mood:

"Yuanzi, your uncle will be back tomorrow afternoon. Yuanjun, remember to drive to pick him up. Yuer, go home early after get off work."

Yuer is my aunt's nickname.

Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuer each ate a chicken leg, and Chen Yuanjun drank chicken soup, all with a calm face.

Seeing this, grandma clapped her chopsticks and glared, "Did you hear me?"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Got it."

Grandma: "..."

Uncle and aunt have been traveling abroad for almost two months. Uncle is not doing his job and is cynical, and aunt has never touched the water of spring spring water. There is no difference between having them and not having them at home.

They are back, and it's not a big happy event worth celebrating. Probably only grandma will be happy because of uncle's return.

Jiang Yu'er chewed on a chicken leg and said, "Why doesn't the family scum play for a few more months? The house is extra quiet when they're not around."

Chen Yuanjun glanced at his aunt and said, "Don't say that. After all, the family scum is my dad."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his cousin and said, "Don't say that. After all, the family scum is my uncle."

Seeing that his grandmother was furious and wanted to tear the unfilial descendants apart, Jiang Yu'er quickly comforted her and brought up a topic that his mother would definitely be interested in:

"Mom, our hospital is haunted."

Haunted? Zhang Yuanqing immediately pricked up his ears.

As expected, the grandmother ignored her son and asked hurriedly:

"Oh, what's going on? Tell mom quickly."

"It was Sister Zhou from our department. When she was on duty at night, she heard a child laughing in the office. She went in to check and the laughter stopped. Then she went to the bathroom and saw a baby lying on her shoulder in the mirror. She was almost scared to death."

The aunt said confidently: "It's not just Sister Zhou. Other colleagues on night shift also said that they occasionally heard children laughing in the middle of the night. Everyone said that it must be a child who was aborted and was unwilling to give up, wandering around the hospital."

The grandmother listened with relish and commented: "It's really weird. I think it's probably the case. When you are on night shift, let Yuanzi accompany you. Anything else?"

"Yes, yes..."

The grandmother's gossip was not passed on to my mother, but was inherited by my aunt... Zhang Yuanqing listened to the gossip of the mother and daughter, but the interest that was aroused in his heart slowly extinguished.

As a night-wandering god, he knew it was a rumor and not true.

First of all, spirits cannot make sounds because they have no entity, let alone vocal cords, unless the power of the spirit directly acts on the human spirit.

But with the will and mental strength of the baby, it is impossible for the spirit to remain after death.

Finally, ordinary people cannot see spirits with their naked eyes. Those who are dying and have heavy yin energy may interact with spirits, so occasional situations are reasonable.

But many people heard the baby's laughter, which is nonsense.

"Auntie, be careful, don't bring the dead child from the hospital home." Zhang Yuanqing said quietly.

Jiang Yuer, who was talking excitedly, suddenly stiffened his oval face and shouted, "Mom, he scared me again!"

The grandmother symbolically shaved her grandson's scalp.

....

After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing quietly left home and took a taxi to the nearest tertiary hospital.

He was going to the hospital to save the dead and increase his experience points.

The "Soul Devouring" skill of the Night Wandering God is currently the best way to upgrade. It is unknown when the next spiritual realm will be opened. It is necessary to improve the strength before entering the spiritual realm.

Both are level 1, with 99% and 1% experience points, and the combat power comparison is a world of difference.

The hospital is a good place for the Night Wandering God to increase his experience points. Birth, aging, illness and death are all in the hospital. Of course, the crematorium is also very good, but the crematoriums in Songhai are all in the suburbs, and there are few in the city.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered what Guan Ya said today.

"Why are the Night Wandering Gods of Taiyi Sect more taboo about devouring spirits? Is it an industry rule? Do they think it is detrimental to their virtue? Or is there another reason?"

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, logged into the official forum of the Spiritual Realm Walker, and searched for relevant information.

The search results showed: No relevant entries were found.

.....

In the suburbs, night began to fall.

In a cheap rental house in an industrial park, in a dirty and messy living room, Ou Xiangrong came to the table full of beer cans with a large bowl of freshly cooked instant noodles.

He swept the beer cans and other debris to the ground with a "ping-pong" sound, clearing the space for the large bowl, and then took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.

Eat noodles and drink wine in big mouthfuls.

The noodles just out of the pot are extremely hot, but they can't burn his tough oral cells.

Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, sometimes looks fierce, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes hateful... just like a mental patient on the verge of illness.

Suddenly, his ear moved, stopped chopsticks, and his expression immediately became ferocious.

Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up, pulled out the willow blade in the scabbard on his back waist, and leaned lightly and silently towards the door.

"Bang!"

As he approached the entrance, the door was violently kicked open, and then a blazing light lit up, and a hot fireball rushed towards him.

With the scorching wind blowing in his face, Ou Xiangrong paused, swung his right arm holding the knife, and the bright knife light cut the fireball. With a "bang", the room was full of colorful flames.

In the sudden firelight, a figure with a flaming body rushed into the rental house, bounced his knees, and hit Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.

Ou Xiangrong was more brutal than him, with his body on one side and his shoulder thrust forward fiercely.

"Bang!"

The figure flew backwards and hit the wall of the corridor, causing the wall to shake violently.

Ou Xiangrong, with burn marks all over his right hand and shoulder, endured the pain and turned to rush to the window. He did not dare to walk in the corridor. The corridor of the old residential building was narrow. Once surrounded, he would surely die.

Amid the sound of shattering glass, Ou Xiangrong jumped out from the third floor.

"Bang, bang!"

Ou Xiangrong, who had just broken through the window, heard two gunshots. He knocked away the bullet that was aimed at his head with his willow blade, but could not stop the bullet that was aimed at his chest.

The powerful kinetic energy of the bullet penetrated the skin and was stuck by the strong muscles.

Following the sound of the gunshot, a tall mixed-race beauty stood in the shadows at the edge of the green belt. She was wearing an OL dress and a white shirt, her hair flying in the wind, and she was cold and beautiful.

She held a silver pistol in each hand, and her long legs in black stockings were tied with two holsters.

Bang, bang, bang... The mixed-race beauty fired calmly, with accurate shooting skills, as if she could predict his falling trajectory.

After being shot several times, Ou Xiangrong finally landed. He suddenly looked at the mixed-race woman, and two blood-colored twisted runes appeared in his pupils.

The next moment, the woman's expression became dull, and she turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at her forehead.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and the bullet failed to break the woman's smooth forehead, and was blocked by a pair of rough hands.

A worker wearing a miner's hat appeared beside her, his dark face full of solemnity, and said:

"Bewitching demon?"

"Level 3 Bewitching demon."

In the darkness, a man with a cane came, wearing a black suit with a black vest and a white shirt, and his hair was combed meticulously.

"Let the little guys set up defense outside the community, don't get close to here."

Another voice came, and a beautiful woman wearing an ink cheongsam walked out of the corridor, with a gentle and quiet temperament and beautiful appearance.

Ou Xiangrong held a knife and looked around with a gloomy face.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this time, the sound of a motorcycle roared in the distance, and the bright lights pierced the darkness. A motorcycle whizzed over. The woman on the motorcycle was wearing a white racing suit, crouching with her upper body, holding a three-foot-long black knife in her hand, and rushed forward first.

The next moment, gunshots rang out again, blocking Ou Xiangrong's retreat, and the flame figure jumped out of the window and blocked from the side.

Tang Guoqiang, wearing a miner's hat, pressed his hands on the ground, and the concrete floor "clicked" and shattered. A pair of hands condensed from the soil grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.

Ou Xiangrong calmly waved the willow blade, knocking away the bullets with tricky angles, and the bullets and blades collided with dazzling sparks.

Then, his leg muscles swelled, cracking his hands condensed from the soil, and he rolled forward, just avoiding the flame man who rushed down from the third floor.

After rolling up, he ran wildly and met the woman on the motorcycle.

In the night, the two passed each other. The sharp willow blade cut open the woman's chest, but there was no feeling of cutting a solid object. The woman on the motorcycle turned into water when she was cut by the blade.

Her long knife swept across Ou Xiangrong's chest and abdomen.

Ou Xiangrong's chest was torn open, and large streams of blood gushed out.

He completely ignored his injuries and ran away from the community without stopping.

At this time, a beautiful woman in cheongsam jumped out of the window on the second floor. She ran on the wall with bare white feet as if walking on flat ground.

She jumped and landed in front of Ou Xiangrong. With a delicate shout, she turned around, her cheongsam flew up, and her strong and powerful long legs whistled like a whip, whipping Ou Xiangrong fiercely.

The latter flew away like a cannonball, cracked the wall of the residential building, and slowly shrunk to the ground.

"You dare to kill an official spiritual realm walker in my jurisdiction. You are very good."

At this time, Li Dongze, who had been watching the show from beginning to end, walked slowly with a cane. This person had a serious face and was as calm as a big boss behind the scenes. He said lightly:

"Next, I will personally send you on your way."

"Alas..." A huge sigh echoed around, and Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up. His eyes were as red as blood, full of madness and violence, and a powerful evil force awakened from his body.

He said hoarsely: "You all have to die."

Li Dongze silently took two steps back, "Brothers, just now it was a joke, I am definitely not the one who takes all the credit."

.....

In the taxi, Zhang Yuanqing did not find any relevant information, returned to the forum homepage, and instinctively refreshed the page.

Then I saw a post marked in red and pinned to the top.

#Wanted Order! Level 3 Bewitching Demon Ou Xiangrong#

There was no such post a few minutes ago.

Zhang Yuanqing clicked on the post:

"Ou Xiangrong, a Level 3 bewitching demon, killed Zhao Yingjun, a scout of the White Tiger Army of the Five Elements Alliance, on April 18. On the evening of April 19, at 19:05, he escaped from the siege of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Squad.

"This person is carrying some terrible evil power. He is not an ordinary bewitching demon. He has been severely injured by the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Squad and his whereabouts are currently unknown. All regional Spirit Realm Walker Squads should pay attention. Ou Xiangrong is on the verge of losing control. Once the target is found, kill him immediately.

"A reward of 50,000 yuan will be given to those who provide clues. A reward of 100,000 yuan will be given to those who kill him."

Less than three minutes after the post was published, the comments below exceeded 100.

They all complained about the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Squad's ineffectiveness in allowing a half-crazy bewitching demon to escape.

"Are you kidding me? This kind of dangerous person could get out of control at any time. Are the Kangyang District team just here to eat and do nothing?"

"Once he gets out of control and kills people and is wanted by the Spirit Realm, by the time we get there, it will probably be a river of blood. We will be laughed at by Spirit Realm practitioners across the country, for our poor prevention and control and for taking high salaries and doing nothing."

"It's over."

Ou Xiangrong escaped? Did the squad leader and his team lock on to the target so quickly and start arresting him?

Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to praise the squad leader and his team for their efficiency, or complain about their poor performance and letting this time bomb get away.

"Since they have already fought, Ou Xiangrong's blood and even flesh and blood tissue will definitely be left at the scene. We should be able to find him using the red dancing shoes..."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of his rule-based prop.