Zhang Yuanqing silently pondered for a while and decided not to reveal the existence of the red dancing shoes for the time being.

Firstly, Ou Xiangrong's escape has just begun, and the follow-up actions of the Five Elements Alliance have not yet been launched. As an official organization, there may be other ways to track down the bewitching demon.

He, as a newcomer, was not needed to intervene.

Secondly, he was only a level 1 Night Wanderer, a newcomer among the Lingjing walkers. If he exposed the existence of rule-type props, it might attract covetousness.

He decided to wait and see what actions the organization would take, and then make a decision based on the situation... Zhang Yuanqing stopped thinking and looked out the window, waiting to arrive at his destination.

Now, improving his strength was the most important thing.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the "Songhai Pulmonary Hospital". After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed towards the emergency building with a clear target.

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 crowded together. Patients either sat on public chairs or came and went between the payment window and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing walked through the payment hall, passed through the bustling crowd, and found a seat near the toilet.

After sitting down, he stretched his legs and waited patiently.

For spiritual beings, the aura of a Night Wanderer was like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling and bright.

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

The existence time of an ordinary person's spiritual body was only seven days. Unless someone had just died nearby, the spiritual body would not come automatically. Therefore, hospitals were the best places to level up.

After about five minutes, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a patient gown with a dull look and stiff gait walking towards him through the crowd.

The old man's body was between illusion and reality. The passing patients passed through his body as if they were passing through the air.

He looked withered, had white pupils, and emitted an aura of pain and regret.

This was a grudge spirit.

Generally speaking, after a person died, they would turn into a grudge spirit. There were no spiritual bodies with peaceful auras because no one was willing to die.

Their attachment to life and fear of death would eventually turn into powerless grudges.

As the old man approached, Zhang Yuanqing gently sucked in his mouth.

The old man's spiritual body turned into blue smoke and drifted into his mouth.

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

The old man died of late-stage lung cancer. In the second half of his life, he suffered from the double torment of chemotherapy and cancer and left the world with coughing, hair loss, shortness of breath, pain... He did not die peacefully.

The last remaining thought was regret for why he smoked.

"I will never smoke again..."

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out in regret.

The people around him looked at him in surprise.

... Zhang Yuanqing had no expression on his face, pretending that nothing had happened just now to cover up his embarrassment.

Until the passers-by moved their sight away, until the surging emotions returned to calm, he opened the attribute panel, and a blue light curtain unfolded:

[Experience value: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spiritual body is worth two experience points, while ordinary people only have 0.5, similar to ordinary wild monsters and elite monsters? Moreover, the experience value decreases as it goes on. I'm afraid it's not even 0.5. It seems that I can only accumulate slowly..." Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.Anyway, this intuitive and visible improvement made people happy.

He returned to his seat, pretending that nothing had happened just now. After a few minutes, a middle-aged man in a suit and work clothes walked towards him, looking stunned.

People around ignored the man and passed through him.

Zhang Yuanqing followed suit and sucked the man's soul. As the soul transformed into the power of nourishing the Night Wanderer, memories flooded in like a tide.

The middle-aged man died of excessive fatigue, heart attack, and died from the widely known 996 working schedule.

The man's death was peaceful, after all, sudden death was a momentary thing, and you couldn't even feel the pain.

But after reading the man's memories, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his wife had just given birth to their second child, and the child was still in the swaddling clothes. He worked so hard to make money for the milk powder and devoted himself to the 996 schedule.

What's more worth mentioning is that the man was born in the 80s, and people from that era rarely had siblings. When a person died, their parents had no one to rely on.

Using one's life to earn money, in the end, everything loses its meaning.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness returned, feeling a heart-wrenching sadness and confusion.

What's the meaning of such a life? He sat blankly for a long time without expression.

At this moment, the third soul came.

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

A high-quality human female.

"So young and beautiful, it's a pity..."

As she approached, Zhang Yuanqing discovered that her chest was sunken, and her black fitted dress was soaked in unreal blood. In addition, her back seemed to have suffered unimaginable heavy blows, and the blood stuck her hair together strand by strand.

She wasn't wearing a hospital gown, which means she didn't die during hospitalization but died from an accident or murder... Zhang Yuanqing lightly sucked and devoured the high-quality female soul.

...

His brow furrowed, and memories that didn't belong to him poured into his mind.

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

Oh, so this is how women wear stockings... Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single for twenty years, gained new insights.

At this time, a man's deep voice came from behind:

"Don't message me at night in the future. I almost got caught by my wife last night."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

A man, a bed, and stockings... anyone could guess what had just happened.

He was extremely fortunate that the memory started from the moment of putting on stockings. If it had been pushed back a few minutes, he might have been lying down or kneeling...

Hmm, there was no strange taste in his mouth, luckily... He was thinking about it when he heard the woman he was "possessing" hum:

"Isn't that perfect? You divorce and marry me."

The man behind him rustled as he dressed and sneered:

"I have a son and a daughter, and I plan to have a third child next year. Why should I divorce you? Besides, if we divorce, I have to split my assets in half.""Didn't we agree on this? You be the third party, and I'll give you money. When you save enough money, you can marry whoever you want, even a decent man. If you ever want to end the relationship, just let me know. But don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

The woman seemed angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her small BMW recklessly on the street to vent her emotions.

In the end, she died in a car accident with no chance of rescue.

The scene ended, and Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes. He pinched his throbbing forehead and felt a surge of resentment. He thought, "Why bother being a mistress? High-end seafood merchants often only need a simple auction method. There is a market everywhere. Why be angry with a man? How many good men are there anyway?"

Also, it is impossible to marry a decent man in this life.

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As he thought this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Why do I have such a strong sense of empathy for women? I am clearly a gunner."

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing realized that he had been influenced by high-quality women unconsciously. His thoughts had become more feminine, and he had a strong desire for money and material possessions.

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

After he stabilized his mind, the fourth spirit came. It was a slender and handsome young man who was easily associated with the term "little milk dog."

"I look no worse than him. I'll just suck a man's spirit. It's safer and more secure. If I ever encounter that kind of thing, I'll be on top."

He opened his mouth and sucked the little milk dog's spirit into his abdomen.

...

The harsh noise shook his eardrums, and the full-color LED headlights rotated, creating a dazzling light pollution.

Looking around, all he could see were swaying figures, shaking heads, and a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

This was a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body uncontrollably swaying as he picked up the glass on the table and drank with his friends.

In the midst of the joyful emotional release, in the hollow happiness of alcohol and dice, Zhang Yuanqing and his friend didn't leave until two in the morning.

They called a ride-hailing car and returned to their rental house. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't control his body, but he was aware that the possessed person was extremely drunk, and his brain's blood vessels were pounding with pain. He guessed that the person had died from excessive drinking or a sudden death.

As he was guessing, the little milk dog was thrown onto the bed, and his friend helped him take off his shoes and pants, covered him with a blanket, and wiped the sweat off his face with a wet tissue.

"This friend is good..." Zhang Yuanqing thought.

Just as the thought arose, he saw his friend start to undress and lift the blanket, quickly stripping the little milk dog.

... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment and felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, he heard the little milk dog mutter in a daze, "Husband~"

The "friend" pressed down on the little milk dog's body, raised the petroleum jelly in his hand, and said, reeking of alcohol, "Bend over, let me give you some oil!"

??? Zhang Yuanqing's mind exploded like a thunderbolt.

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 seat next to the restroom in the outpatient building, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had just had a nightmare, gasping for breath.His face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear, and his back was soaked with sweat.

"Young man, are you okay?" The old lady sitting next to him asked with concern.

"Did you make an appointment? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand to indicate that he was fine and rushed into the restroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed handfuls of cold water onto his face.

It was too frightening, men were too frightening!

He had endured the harm that should not have come with his gender.