Chapter 27

Zhang Yuanqing silently pondered for a long time and decided to temporarily keep the existence of the red dancing shoes a secret.

Firstly, Ou Xiangrong's escape had just begun, and the Five Elements Alliance had not yet taken any action. As an official organization, there might be other methods to track the bewitching demon.

There was no need for him, a newcomer, to meddle.

Secondly, he was only a Level 1 Night Walker, a newcomer among Spirit Realm Walkers. If he exposed the existence of a rule-based item, it might attract covetous eyes.

He decided to observe and see what actions the organization would take before making a decision. Zhang Yuanqing no longer dwelled on it, gazing at the night scenery outside the car window as he waited to reach his destination.

At this moment, improving his strength was the most urgent task.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of "Songhai Pulmonary Hospital." After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed directly to the emergency building.

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

In the emergency department, people were bustling about. Patients either sat on public chairs or moved between the billing windows and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing passed through the billing hall, through the crowded crowd, and found a seat near the restroom.

After sitting down, he stretched his legs and waited for the spirits to come.

For spirits, the aura of a Night Walker was like a firefly in the dark, so striking and clear.

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

The existence of a spirit lasts only seven days, unless someone had just died nearby, it was unlikely to encounter a spirit automatically, so the hospital was the best place to upgrade.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown, with a呆滞 gaze and stiff steps, moving through the crowd toward him.

The old man's body was between the real and the illusory. The passing patients moved through him as if through air.

He was emaciated, with white, terrifying eyes, emitting an aura of pain and regret.

This was a resentful spirit.

Typically, after death, people would turn into resentful spirits, with no peaceful aura. No one willingly accepts death.

Their attachment to life and fear of death would eventually turn into helpless resentment.

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

The old man's spirit turned into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting into his mouth.

His brow throbbed, and his consciousness suddenly expanded. Zhang Yuanqing read the fragmented memories of the old man's life.

The old man died of advanced lung cancer, suffering through chemotherapy and the disease, coughing up blood, losing hair, short of breath, and in pain, not passing away peacefully.

His last lingering thought was regret for smoking.

"I will never smoke again."

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out, full of regret.

The people around him looked at him in surprise.

Zhang Yuanqing remained expressionless, pretending nothing had happened to cover up his embarrassment.

After the passersby turned away and his emotions calmed down, he opened the attribute panel, and a blue light screen unfolded:

[Experience: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit is worth two points of experience, while an ordinary person is only 0.5. It's like common monsters and elite monsters? And the experience points decrease as it goes on, probably less than 0.5. It seems I can only accumulate little by little," Zhang Yuanqing thought.

Regardless, this direct, visible improvement was exhilarating.

He returned to his seat, pretending nothing had happened. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a suit, looking like an office worker, walked toward him in a daze.

The people around him ignored the man and passed through him.

Zhang Yuanqing inhaled the man's spirit in the same way. As the spirit transformed into nourishment for the Night Walker, some memories flooded in like a tide.

The middle-aged man died from overwork, a heart attack, and the well-known 996 work schedule.

The man passed away peacefully, as sudden death was instantaneous, and one hardly felt the pain.

However, after reading the man's memories, Zhang Yuanqing knew his wife had just given birth to a second child, and the baby was still in swaddling clothes. He had been working hard to earn money for the baby, dedicating himself to the 996 work schedule.

More notably, the man was born in the 1980s, a time when few people had siblings. Once he was gone, his parents would have no one to rely on.

Earning money with one's life, in the end, lost all meaning.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness returned, and he felt a piercing, bone-chilling sadness and confusion.

What was the point of such a life? He sat there, lost in thought, with no expression for a long time.

At this moment, the third spirit approached.

It was a woman, with beautiful features, Korean semi-permanent eyebrows, and wearing luxurious and exquisite clothes.

A high-quality woman.

"Such a young and beautiful woman to pass away, what a pity."

As she got closer, Zhang Yuanqing noticed her sunken chest and the illusory blood soaking her black fitted top. Additionally, her back of the head seemed to have suffered unimaginable trauma, with blood clumping her hair into strands.

She was not wearing a hospital gown, meaning she did not die during hospitalization but from an accident or murder. Zhang Yuanqing gently inhaled, swallowing the high-quality woman's spirit.

His brow swelled, and memories not his own flooded his mind.

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

Oh, so this is how women put on stockings. Zhang Yuanqing, a lifelong bachelor, gained some knowledge.

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

"Don't send me messages at night anymore. Last night, I almost got caught by my wife."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

Man, bed, stockings—anyone could guess what had just happened.

In the future, he should not easily swallow female spirits; it was inappropriate! He was immensely relieved that the memory started with putting on stockings. If it had been a few minutes later, he might have been lying or kneeling.

Well, at least his mouth didn't taste strange. Good, good.

As he thought, he heard the woman he was "possessing" hum:

"Then why not divorce and marry me?"

The man behind her rustled as he dressed, sneering:

"I have a son and a daughter, and I plan to have a third child next year. Why would I divorce for you? Besides, half of my assets would go to my ex-wife.

"Didn't we agree? You be the mistress, and I'll give you money. When you save enough, you can marry whoever you want, even a decent man. If you want to end it, just let me know. But don't have any unrealistic thoughts."

The woman seemed angry and said nothing more. After the man left, she drove her BMW on the street, venting her emotions.

She eventually had a car accident and died despite rescue efforts.

The scene ended, and Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, pinching his throbbing brow, feeling a surge of indignation. He thought, "Sisters, why do this? High-end seafood merchants often only need simple auction methods; there's a market everywhere. Why get so upset over a man? How many good men are there?"

And, "Marrying a decent man is impossible, impossible in this life."

As he thought, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why do I have such a strong sense of identification with women? I'm clearly a man.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing realized he had been unconsciously influenced by the high-quality woman, with his thoughts becoming more feminine and a strong desire for money and material things.

The "no smoking" he blurted out earlier was also influenced by the old man's spirit.

After he initially stabilized his mind, the fourth spirit approached. It was a slender, handsome young man, easily evoking the term "puppy."

"Not bad, let's absorb a man's spirit. It's safer and more secure. If something happens, I'll be on top."

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

Piercing noise shook his eardrums, and full-color LED lights spun, creating a dizzying light pollution.

Looking around, he saw swaying figures, bobbing heads, and a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

This was a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body moving uncontrollably, grabbing a glass from the booth and drinking with his friends.

In the midst of emotional release, in the hollow happiness of alcohol and dice, the puppy and his friends left the bar at two in the morning.

They called a ride-sharing car and returned to their rental apartment, where his muscular friend helped him open the bedroom door.

Although Zhang Yuanqing could not control his body, his consciousness was clear. He noticed the person he was possessing was drunk, with his brain throbbing in pain. He guessed the person died from excessive drinking or sudden death.

As he guessed, the puppy was thrown onto the bed, and his friend helped him take off his shoes and pants, covering him with a blanket and wiping the sweat from his face with a wet tissue.

This friend is reliable, Zhang Yuanqing thought.

Just as he thought this, he noticed his friend starting to undress and quickly strip the puppy naked.

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, feeling something was wrong.

At that moment, he heard the puppy mumble:

"Hubby~"

The "friend" pressed on the puppy's body, raising a bottle of lubricant and, with a mouth full of alcohol, said:

"Raise your butt, let me put some oil on you!"

Zhang Yuanqing's mind exploded, 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 memory reading.

In the outpatient building, near the restroom, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking from a nightmare, gasping for air.

His face was pale, his eyes filled with fear, and sweat soaked his back.

"Kid, are you okay?" A nearby aunt asked with concern.

"Did you register? What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, indicating he was fine, and rushed into the restroom, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on his face.

Too scary, men are too scary!

He had suffered a harm that his gender should not have endured.