Chapter 24

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Of course, almost forgot about that kid.

Lee Dongze's words reminded the team leaders that the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team had already recruited a Night Walker, so they didn't need to borrow anyone from the Taiyi Sect anymore.

Da Jiba's face lit up with joy, and he immediately said, "What are we waiting for? Let's contact that kid right away. After all, we still need to cultivate our own Night Walkers; in critical moments, our own people are the most reliable."

The other team leaders relaxed their brows.

Da Jiba's words made sense. Although the Night Walkers from the Taiyi Sect were always cooperative in official matters, they were still outsiders, and using them was definitely not as convenient as using their own people.

Lee Dongze glanced at Fu Qingyang, saw him nod slightly, and immediately took out his phone, walking out of the meeting room.

"I'll contact him."

After finishing his morning professional class, Zhang Yuanqing slung his backpack and left the classroom. He planned to skip his afternoon classes and go to the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Team 2's office.

His future social interactions and focus would all shift to the Spirit Realm team.

Zhang Yuanqing wasn't very fond of school and wasn't particularly interested in studying. The young people in Songhai had a kind of innate laziness, lacking the drive and determination to strive.

There are only two types of people who strive: those who have been raised with a positive and proactive attitude from a young age, and those who are forced by life.

After becoming a Spirit Realm Walker, Zhang Yuanqing finally regained his long-lost fighting spirit.

One reason was the threat to his life, and the other was the fulfillment of his childhood dream of wandering the world with a sword.

The Spirit Realm is full of danger and mystery, but once you taste the sweetness, you no longer want to be an ordinary person.

Coming downstairs, he was about to rent a shared bicycle when his phone rang.

It was Lee Dongze.

"Team Leader?" Zhang Yuanqing answered.

"Where are you now?" Lee Dongze spoke quickly, getting straight to the point.

"At school."

"Songhai University, right? I'll have Guan Ya come to pick you up right away."

Pick me up? Zhang Yuanqing sensed the urgency in Lee Dongze's tone and asked, "What's the matter?"

"A colleague has been killed. We need a Night Walker to devour the spirit and obtain the memory. Can you do it?" Lee Dongze asked, somewhat uncertain.

Well, I should be able to, Zhang Yuanqing said, "I'll give it a try."

Devouring a spirit isn't difficult; it's a natural ability of a Night Walker. His mind told him he could do it, but reading memories was something he had no experience with, so he couldn't guarantee it.

"Alright then." Lee Dongze didn't say more and hung up.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and walked towards the school gate.

A few minutes later, he stopped at the school gate, waiting for Guan Ya to arrive. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing noticed a girl in a pleated long skirt, carrying a designer bag, standing by the roadside, as if waiting for someone.

Xu Yingying?

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at this "class beauty." Her attire was very meticulous, and her accessories—bracelet, necklace, earrings, and bag—all looked very expensive, quite different from most female students in the school.

Girls from ordinary families couldn't dress like this.

Noticing Zhang Yuanqing's gaze, Xu Yingying smiled faintly, straightened her back, and struck a charming pose, feeling a bit superior.

This boy was quite good-looking, so she subconsciously showed off her beauty.

But now, she was no longer in the same world as ordinary college students, so she felt a strong sense of superiority.

Her outfit was worth a year's living expenses for an ordinary college student.

At this moment, Xu Yingying saw a blue sports car drive up and slowly stop at the school gate.

The woman driving wore a neat white shirt and sunglasses, making her face hard to see, but her fair, sharp chin and finely carved lips revealed that she was a high-value beauty.

Xu Yingying pursed her lips, changed her pose, and turned the logo of her designer bag towards the sports car.

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

The rich woman stepped on the gas, and the car sped away with the young man.

Xu Yingying opened her mouth in surprise, unsure whether this male classmate was a low-key rich kid or a fellow seafood and steel wool merchant.

At the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, in the morgue.

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the autopsy table, lifting the white sheet to reveal a gruesome corpse.

The body was covered in bruises and knife wounds, with a gaping wound on the chest, the sight of which was shocking.

If it were two days ago, seeing such a corpse would have made Zhang Yuanqing feel physically uncomfortable, but after the beating at the mountain temple, the sight of a corpse no longer caused him much emotional turmoil.

"Can we start?"

Lee Dongze, leaning on his cane, said expectantly.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. He examined Zhao Yingjun's body, feeling the residual spirit within the cold corpse gradually becoming active and reviving.

The aura of a Night Walker has a fatal attraction to spirits, capable of awakening a dormant spirit.

He silently mobilized the Taiyin power within him, his sclera and pupils covered in pure black. He extended his hand and made a grabbing motion towards Zhao Yingjun's body.

He pulled out a ghostly figure.

This figure had Zhao Yingjun's facial features but a blank expression and hollow eyes.

After death, 90% of consciousness dissipates, making the spirit appear this way. With the loss of consciousness, memories also become fragmented, leaving only those with deep-seated attachments.

Memories from just before death are often vivid and close to the moment of death, so they are retained.

After pulling out the spirit, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a desire to "eat." He naturally opened his mouth and took a gentle breath.

Zhao Yingjun's spirit turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered his mouth.

His brow throbbed with pain, his consciousness expanding as many foreign things filled his mind.

Zhang Yuanqing heard a low sobbing sound, a mournful 'wailing' in his ears, and a harsh, sinister voice:

"I don't have much patience, so you better answer me."

He knew he was reading the spirit's last memories, slowly "opening" his eyes. The surroundings became clear, and he found himself in a luxuriously decorated large suite.

He fell onto a soft bed, naked, with clothes and a woman's undergarments scattered on the floor.

Not far away, on the bed, a young woman was curled up, also naked, with smooth, white legs, a tight abdomen, and a prominent chest, showcasing her youthful and proud curves.

The sobbing came from her.

Woman? Naked? This scene made Zhang Yuanqing pause, thinking, "Why didn't the team leader explain the crime scene clearly? How can he make me see such inappropriate scenes? I'm still a child."

Following the deceased's perspective, he looked at the person by the bed, a man with a fierce face, a scar on his left cheek, sparse eyebrows, and a cruel, sinister gaze.

He held a shiny willow blade in his hand.

The murderer. Zhang Yuanqing stared at this face, memorizing it.

At this point, his task was half complete.

The man pointed the blade at "Zhang Yuanqing's" chest and said viciously:

"Where is the Holy Grail? Where is the roster?"

He seemed to have asked this many times, his expression full of impatience, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I don't know, I really don't know. Please, spare me," Zhang Yuanqing heard his own voice pleading.

The man squatted by the bed, completely losing his patience, rubbing his face in frustration, muttering:

"You had your chance, but you didn't use it. You had your chance, but you didn't use it."

Saying this, he thrust the blade into "Zhang Yuanqing's" chest.

Pain surged, and his consciousness blurred. Zhang Yuanqing slumped to the ground, seeing the man undo his belt, grab the beautiful woman's ankle, and pull her towards him.

The scene ended with the woman's scream.