Its Ghostly Wonders Are Beyond Pursuit

Chapter 27: All Walks of Life

Zhang Yuanqing pondered in silence for a long time before deciding not to reveal the existence of the red dancing shoes for the time being.

First of all, Ou Xiangrong's escape had just begun, and the Pentagram Alliance's follow-up actions had not yet been launched. As an official organization, they might have other methods to track that bewitching demon.

There was no need for a newcomer like him to interfere.

Secondly, he was only a Level 1 Night Traveler, a novice among the Ling Realm practitioners. If he exposed the existence of rule-type items, he might attract covetous attention.

He would wait and see what actions the organization would take next, and then make a choice based on the situation. Zhang Yuanqing stopped overthinking and looked out at the night scenery through the car window, waiting to arrive at his destination.

Right now, improving his strength was the most pressing matter.

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 building.

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

Inside the emergency department, there was a sea of people. Patients seeking treatment were either sitting on public chairs or moving between the payment counters and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing made his way through the crowded payment hall and found a seat near the restroom.

After sitting down and stretching his legs, he waited patiently like a fisherman waiting for a bite.

For spirits, the aura of a Night Traveler was like a firefly in the darkness, so dazzling and distinct.

There was no need to actively search for them; they would come to him on their own.

Ordinary human spirits only existed for seven days. Unless someone had just died nearby, it was impossible to wait for the spirits to come on their own. Therefore, the hospital was the best place for leveling up.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an elderly man in a hospital gown, with a blank stare and stiff gait, walking through the crowd towards him.

The old man's body was somewhere between illusory and real. Passing patients passed through his body as if passing through air.

He looked haggard, with pale eyes that were frightening, exuding an aura of pain and regret.

This was a resentful spirit.

Generally speaking, after death, people would turn into resentful spirits. There were no spirits with a peaceful aura because no one was willing to die.

Their lingering attachment to life and fear of death would eventually transform into a sense of helplessness and resentment.

As the old man approached, Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and gently inhaled.

The old man's spirit turned into green smoke and gracefully floated into his mouth.

His brow throbbed, and his consciousness suddenly expanded as he read the old man's fragmented memories from his previous life.

The old man had died of advanced lung cancer. In the latter half of his life, he had left the world amidst the double torment of chemotherapy and cancer. Coughing up blood, hair loss, shortness of breath, pain... His passing was not peaceful.

The last lingering thought was regret over why he had started smoking.

"I will never smoke again," Zhang Yuanqing blurted out, opening his eyes with a face full of regret.

The surrounding people looked over in surprise.

Zhang Yuanqing kept a straight face, pretending that nothing had just happened to hide his inner embarrassment.

Until the passersby averted their gazes and his surging emotions calmed down, he opened the attribute panel, and a fluorescent blue screen unfolded:

[Experience Value: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit was worth two experience points, while an ordinary person's was only 0.5. It's like the difference between normal monsters and elite monsters. Moreover, the experience value will decrease as we progress. It might not even reach 0.5. It seems I can only accumulate little by little." Zhang Yuanqing pondered.

In any case, this intuitive and visible improvement was gratifying.

He returned to his seat, pretending that nothing had happened. After a few more minutes, a middle-aged man dressed like an office worker walked towards him in a daze.

The surrounding people ignored the man and passed through him.

Zhang Yuanqing inhaled the man's spirit in the same manner as before. As the spirit transformed into a nourishing force for the Night Traveler, fragments of memories surged like the tide.

The middle-aged man had died from overwork and a sudden heart attack, a well-known consequence of the "996 blessing".

The man had passed away peacefully. After all, a sudden death happens in an instant, and you don't even feel the pain.

But after reading the man's memories, Zhang Yuanqing learned that his wife had just given birth to their second child, who was still in swaddling clothes. He had been working so hard to earn money for milk powder, immersing himself in the "blessing".

Moreover, the man was born in the 1980s. People from that generation rarely had siblings. Once he was gone, his parents would have no one to rely on in the future.

Using one's life to earn money... In the end, everything lost its meaning.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness returned, and he felt a heart-wrenching sadness and bewilderment.

What was the point of such a life? He sat there, dazed, without any expression for a long time.

At this moment, the third spirit approached.

It was a lady with beautiful features, Korean-style semi-permanent eyebrows, and expensive-looking clothing that exuded luxury and elegance.

A high-quality human female.

"Such a young and beautiful woman has passed away. What a pity, what a pity."

Only when she got closer did Zhang Yuanqing notice that her chest was sunken, and her black fitted clothing was soaked with illusory fresh blood. Moreover, the back of her head seemed to have suffered unimaginable severe injuries, with blood clumping her hair into strands.

She wasn't wearing a hospital gown, which meant she hadn't died during hospitalization but rather from an accident or homicide. Zhang Yuanqing gently inhaled, devouring the high-quality female spirit.

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

Zhang Yuanqing's vision went dark, and then he saw a pair of long, fair legs sitting on the edge of a bed, slowly rolling black stockings up the thighs.

Oh, so this was how women put on stockings... Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single since birth for twenty years, gained some new knowledge.

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

"Don't send me messages at night in the future. Last night, my wife almost saw them."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

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

It was best not to casually devour female spirits in the future. It wasn't appropriate! He muttered in his heart, feeling extremely grateful. Fortunately, the memory started from putting on stockings. If it had gone back a few minutes, he might have been lying down or kneeling...

Well, there was no strange taste in his mouth either. That was good, that was good... Just as he was thinking, he heard the woman he was "possessing" hum:

"Wouldn't that be perfect? Divorce her and marry me."

The man behind him was getting dressed, chuckling:

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

"Didn't we agree back then? You be the mistress, and I give you money. When you've saved up enough, you can marry whoever you want, even an honest man. Whenever you want to end the relationship, just let me know. But don't have any ideas you shouldn't have."

The woman seemed angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her mini cooper wildly on the street, venting her emotions.

In the end, she got into a car accident and died after failed resuscitation efforts.

The scene ended, and Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, pinching his swollen brow. A sense of indignation arose in his heart. He thought, "Sister, why bother? High-end seafood merchants often only need a simple auction method. There's a market everywhere. Why get angry with a man? How many men are good people?"

Moreover, marrying an honest man was impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime.

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

Why did he have such a strong sense of empathy for women? He was clearly a gunner.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing came to his senses. He had unknowingly been influenced by the high-quality female, and his thoughts had become more feminine. Deep down, he had developed a strong desire for money and material possessions.

And the words "I will never smoke again" that he had blurted out earlier were also influenced by the old man's spirit.

After he had initially stabilized his mind, the fourth spirit approached. It was a thin and handsome young man, easily reminiscent of terms like "little puppy".

"He doesn't look worse than me. It's better to absorb male spirits. It's safer and more secure. If that kind of thing really happens, I'll be the one on top."

He opened his mouth and inhaled the little puppy's spirit into his belly.

Ear-piercing noise shook his eardrums, and colorful LED lights rotated, creating 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 while grabbing a glass from the booth and drinking with his friends beside him.

In the cathartic release of emotions, in the empty joy intertwined with alcohol and dice, the little puppy and his friends didn't leave until two in the morning.

The two called a ride-hailing car and returned to the rental apartment. The muscular friend supported him as he opened the bedroom door.

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

Just as he was guessing, the little puppy was thrown onto the bed. His friend helped him take off his shoes and pants, tucked him in, and wiped the sweat off his face with a wet tissue.

This friend was decent. Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

As soon as the thought arose, he noticed that his friend had started undressing and quickly stripped the little puppy naked.

Zhang Yuanqing was a little dumbfounded, feeling that something was off.

At this moment, he heard the little puppy murmur in a daze:

"Hubby~"

The "friend" pressed down on the little puppy's body, raising the Vaseline in his hand, his mouth full of the smell of alcohol, and said:

"Stick your ass up. Let me put some oil on you!"

??? Zhang Yuanqing's mind went "boom", 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 forcibly interrupted the reading of the memory.

In the outpatient building, on the seat next to the restroom, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a nightmare, breathing heavily as if he lacked oxygen.

His face was pale, his eyes were terrified, and sweat soaked his back.

"Young man, are you alright?" the middle-aged woman in the next seat asked with concern.

"Have you registered? What's making you uncomfortable?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and rushed into the restroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, handful after handful.

It was too terrifying. Men were too terrifying!

He had suffered a trauma that his gender should not have experienced.

(End of chapter)

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