Its Ghostly Wonders Are Beyond Pursuit

Chapter 26: Escape

At 7 pm, at the dining table.

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

"Yuanzi, your uncle is coming back tomorrow afternoon. Yuanjun, remember to drive to pick him up. Yuer, come home early after work."

Yuer is Aunt's pet name.

Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuer were each gnawing on a chicken leg, Chen Yuanjun was drinking chicken soup, all with a calm expression.

Seeing this, Grandma slammed her chopsticks and glared, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Oh."

"Mm."

"Got it."

Grandma: "..."

Uncle and Aunt have been traveling abroad for nearly two months. Uncle is irresponsible and frivolous, Aunt doesn't lift a finger to do any work, there's no difference whether they are at home or not.

Coming back is coming back, it's not some joyous event worth celebrating, probably only Grandma will be happy about Uncle's return.

Jiang Yuer said while gnawing on a chicken leg, "Why doesn't that disgrace of the family play for a few more months? It's especially peaceful at home without them."

Chen Yuanjun glanced at his younger aunt and said, "Don't say that, the family disgrace is still my dad after all."

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

Seeing Grandma furious, about to get up and tear apart the unfilial descendants, Jiang Yuer quickly placated her and threw out a topic that her mother would definitely be interested in:

"Mom, our hospital is haunted."

Haunted? Zhang Yuanqing immediately perked up his ears.

As expected, Grandma no longer cared about her son and asked, 

"Oh dear, what's with being haunted out of the blue, quickly tell mom about it."

"It's Sister Zhou in our department. When she was on night shift, she heard a child's laughter in the office. When she went in to check, the laughter disappeared. Then she went to the bathroom and saw a baby clinging to her shoulder in the mirror, almost scaring her to death."

Aunt asserted, "It's not just Sister Zhou, other colleagues on night shift also occasionally hear a child's laughter in the middle of the night. Everyone says it must be some aborted child who can't let go, lingering in the hospital."

Grandma listened with great interest and commented, "How eerie, I think it's most likely the case too. Next time when you're on night shift, have Yuanzi accompany you. Is there more, is there more?"

"Yes, yes there is..."

Grandma's gossiping ways weren't passed to her daughter, but were fully inherited by Aunt. Zhang Yuanqing listened to the mother and daughter chirping gossip, the piqued interest in his heart slowly faded.

As a Night Traveler, he could tell at once that these were just rumors and ghost stories, not reality.

First of all, spirits can't make sounds because they have no physical form, let alone vocal cords, unless the spirit's power directly affects the human psyche.

But with an infant's will and spiritual strength, it's impossible for a spirit to linger after death.

Lastly, ordinary human eyes can't see spirits. Those who are about to die soon or have heavy yin energy may have interactions with spirits, so occasional occurrences are reasonable.

But many people hearing an infant's laughter, that's nonsense.

"Auntie, be careful not to bring the hospital's dead children back home," Zhang Yuanqing said ominously.

Jiang Yuer, who had been talking enthusiastically, instantly froze and cried, "Mom, he's scaring me again!"

Grandma symbolically tweaked her grandson's scalp.

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

He was going to the hospital to appease wandering spirits and gain experience points.

The "Spirit Devouring" skill of Night Travelers is currently the best way to level up. Who knows when the next spirit realm will open, so it's very necessary to improve strength before entering the spirit realm.

The difference in combat power between 99% and 1% experience at the same level is like the difference between clouds and mud.

The hospital is a good place for Night Travelers to gain experience. Birth, aging, sickness and death all happen in hospitals. Of course, crematoriums are also great, but the crematoriums in Songhai are all in the suburbs, rarely found in the city.

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

"Why are the Night Travelers of Taiyi Sect more averse to devouring spirits? Is it an industry rule, believing it harms yin virtues? Or is there another reason?"

Thinking of this, he took out his phone, logged into the official Spiritual Traveler forum, and searched for related information.

Search results showed: No related entries found.

In the suburbs, night began to fall.

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

He casually swiped, knocking the beer cans and other miscellaneous items to the floor with a clatter, clearing space to put down the large bowl. Then he took a can of beer from the fridge.

Gulping down noodles, gulping down beer.

The just-cooked noodles were scalding hot but couldn't burn his tough oral cavity cells.

Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, had expressions alternating between fierce, cold, and hateful, like a mentally ill patient on the verge of a breakdown.

Suddenly, his earlobes moved and he stopped his chopsticks, his expression instantly turning hideous.

Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up, drew the willow blade sheathed at his back waist, and silently approached the door with lightness.

"Bang!"

As soon as he approached the entrance, the door was brutally kicked open, followed by a bright light flaring up, and a burning fireball slamming towards him.

Facing the scorching wind, Ou Xiangrong halted his steps, swung his knife-wielding right arm, the shining blade slicing the fireball. With a "boom", the room was filled with dazzling flowing flames.

In the suddenly brightening firelight, a figure wreathed in flames dashed into the rental house, knees springing, rocketing towards Ou Xiangrong.

Ou Xiangrong was even more brutal. His body shifted to the side and his shoulder fiercely slammed forward.

"Bang!"

That figure was sent flying back, crashing into the wall of the corridor, shaking the wall.

Ou Xiangrong, his right hand and shoulder covered in burns, endured the pain and turned to rush towards the window. He didn't dare take the corridor. The old residential building's corridors were narrow. If surrounded, his death would be certain.

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

"Bang bang!"

Just as Ou Xiangrong broke through the window, he heard two gunshots. He deflected the bullet aimed at his head with the willow blade but couldn't stop the one aimed at his chest.

The bullet's powerful momentum punctured the skin and was stopped by tough muscles.

Following the sound of gunfire, in the shadows by the greenery, stood a tall Eurasian beauty in an OL skirt suit and white blouse, her beautiful hair flying in the wind, cold and peerless.

She held a silver handgun in each hand, her long legs in black stockings strapped with two holsters.

Bang bang bang... The Eurasian beauty calmly fired shots with precision, seemingly able to predict his falling trajectory.

After being hit by several bullets, Ou Xiangrong finally landed. He suddenly looked towards the mixed-race woman, two blood-red twisted runes surfacing in his pupils.

The next moment, the woman's expression turned dazed as she turned the gun and aimed it at her own forehead.

"Bang!"

The muzzle spat out fierce flames but the bullet couldn't shatter the woman's smooth forehead, blocked by a pair of rough palms.

Beside her, a worker wearing a miner's helmet had appeared at some point, his dark face filled with solemnity as he said,

"A Bewitching Demon?"

"A level 3 Bewitching Demon."

In the darkness, a man leaning on a cane walked over, dressed in a black suit with a black vest and white shirt, his oily hair combed without a strand out of place.

"Have the juniors set up defenses outside the neighborhood and not approach here."

Another voice sounded as a man in a black leather jacket walked out from the corridor, lean and powerful, with a fierce air.

Ou Xiangrong held his knife, his face gloomy as he surveyed his surroundings.

"Vroom vroom vroom..."

At this time, the sound of motorcycle engines roaring came from afar, bright lights piercing the darkness as a motorcycle sped over. The woman on the bike wore a white racing suit, body lowered, holding a three-foot-long black blade in hand, charging ahead first.

The next moment, gunshots rang out again, blocking Ou Xiangrong's escape route. The fiery figure leaped down from the window, intercepting from the side.

The helmet-wearing Tang Guoqiang pressed his hands to the ground. The cement floor cracked as a pair of earth-formed hands grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.

Ou Xiangrong calmly swung his willow blade, deflecting tricky-angled bullets, the impact between blade and bullet sparking dazzlingly.

Then, his leg muscles swelled, shattering the earth-formed hands. He rolled forward, just avoiding the flame person pouncing down from the third floor.

Tap tap tap... After tumbling up, he broke into a sprint, rushing towards the woman on the motorcycle.

In the night, the two passed by each other. The sharp willow blade sliced open the woman's chest but there was no feeling of cutting into substance. The moment the blade slashed the woman on the motorcycle, her body turned to water.

And her long blade swept across Ou Xiangrong's chest and abdomen.

Ou Xiangrong's chest split open, large amounts of fresh blood gushing out.

Completely disregarding his injuries, his footsteps didn't stop as he fled towards outside the neighborhood.

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam leaped out from a second-floor window. She ran on the wall with her bare snow-white feet as if treading on level ground.

With a pounce, she landed in front of Ou Xiangrong. Screaming coquettishly, she spun around, her cheongsam fluttering, her strong and powerful long legs lashing out like a whip, fiercely striking Ou Xiangrong's body.

The latter was sent flying like a cannonball, shattering the residential building's wall before slowly collapsing to the ground.

"Daring to kill an official Spiritual Traveler in my jurisdiction, you're not bad."

At this time, Li Dongze, who had been watching from the start, slowly walked over, leaning on his cane. He looked stern, as steady as a behind-the-scenes big shot, and said lightly,

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

"Sigh..." A huge sigh echoed in the surroundings. Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up, his eyes blood-red, filled with madness and brutality, an evil and powerful force awakening within him.

He said in a hoarse voice, "You will all die."

Li Dongze silently retreated two steps, "Brothers, I was joking just now, I'm definitely not someone who would hog the credit."

In the taxi, finding no related information, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the forum homepage and instinctively refreshed the page.

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

#Wanted! Level 3 Bewitching Demon Ou Xiangrong#

This post wasn't there 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 Soldiers of the Five Elements League, on April 18th. On the evening of April 19th, at 19:05, he escaped during the encirclement and suppression by the Kangyang District Spiritual Traveler team.

"This person carries some terrifying evil power and is no ordinary Bewitching Demon. He has been heavily wounded by the Kangyang District Spiritual Traveler team and his current whereabouts are unknown. Spiritual Traveler teams in all major districts, take note. Ou Xiangrong is on the verge of losing control. Once the target is found, kill on sight.

"Those who provide clues will be rewarded 50,000 yuan. Those who kill him will be rewarded 100,000 yuan."

In less than three minutes after the post was published, the comments below had already exceeded a hundred.

They were all mocking the Kangyang District Spiritual Traveler team for being incompetent and letting a half-crazed Bewitching Demon escape.

"Are you kidding me? This kind of dangerous person could lose control at any time. Are the Kangyang District teams just there for show?"

"Once he loses control and kills someone, getting pursued by the Spirit Realm, by the time we rush over, there will probably already be a river of blood. We will be laughed at by Spiritual Travelers nationwide, laughed at for our lack of control while taking high salaries and not doing anything."

"We're screwed."

Ou Xiangrong escaped? How did they lock onto the target and start the capture so quickly?

For a moment, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to praise their efficiency or mock their lackluster performance in letting this ticking time bomb get away.

"Since they already had their hands on him, Ou Xiangrong's blood and even flesh tissue must have been left at the scene. Using Red Shoes, it should be possible to find him."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of that rule-type prop of his.

PS: Asking for some monthly tickets at the start of the month. Before I knew it, it's already over 80,000 words, with an average daily update of 8000+. I don't have a stockpile.

(End of chapter)

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