Chapter 1 Family

Seven p.m., dinner table.

Grandma glanced around at her family at the table and announced with a rather cheerful mood:

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

Yuer was the nickname of the youngest aunt.

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

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

"Oh."

"Mm."

"Got it."

Grandma: "......"

Uncle and his wife had been traveling abroad for almost two months. Uncle was a good-for-nothing playboy, and Aunt never lifted a finger in the kitchen. There was no difference whether they were home or not.

Coming back was just coming back; it wasn't a big celebration. Probably only Grandma would be happy about Uncle's return.

Jiang Yuer gnawed on her chicken leg and said, "Why didn't those family misfits stay out for a few more months? It's so much quieter at home without them."

Chen Yuanjun glanced at his aunt and said, "Don't say that. The family misfit is still my dad."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his cousin and said, "Don't say that. The family misfit is still my uncle."

Seeing Grandma getting angry and rising to tear apart her unfilial descendants, Jiang Yuer quickly appeased 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.

Grandma, as expected, ignored her son and hurriedly asked:

"Oh dear, why is it haunted for no reason? Tell Mom about it."

"It's Sister Zhou from our department. When she was on night duty, she heard the sound of children laughing in the office. She went in to check, and the laughter disappeared. Then she went to the restroom and saw a baby lying on her shoulder in the mirror, almost scaring her to death."

Aunt said plausibly: "It's not just Sister Zhou; other colleagues on night duty also say they occasionally hear children laughing in the middle of the night. Everyone says it must be some aborted child who is unwilling to leave, lingering in the hospital."

Grandma listened with great interest and commented, "That's really strange. I think that's probably the case. When it's your turn to work the night shift, have Yuanzi accompany you. Is there more? Is there more?"

"Yes, yes..."

Grandma's gossip wasn't passed on to Mom; it was all inherited by Aunt... Listening to the mother and daughter chattering about gossip, the interest that had been aroused in Zhang Yuanqing's heart slowly died down.

As a Night Wanderer, he knew at a glance that this was a rumor and a weird tale, not the truth.

First of all, spiritual bodies cannot make sounds, because they have no physical form, let alone vocal cords, unless the power of the spiritual body directly acts on a person's spirit.

But with the will and mental strength of a baby, it is impossible for a spiritual body to remain after death.

Finally, ordinary people with their mortal eyes cannot see spiritual bodies. Those who are dying and have heavy yin energy may interact with spiritual bodies, so occasional occurrences are reasonable.

But many people hearing the laughter of a baby, that's just nonsense.

"Auntie, be careful, don't bring a dead child from the hospital home," Zhang Yuanqing said quietly.

Jiang Yuer, who was talking animatedly, froze instantly and shouted, "Mom, he's scaring me again!"

Grandma symbolically flicked her grandson's forehead.

........

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

He was going to the hospital to deliver the dead and increase his experience points.

The Night Wanderer's "Spirit Devouring" skill is currently the best way to level up. He didn't know when the next Spirit Realm would open, and it was necessary to increase his strength before entering the Spirit Realm.

Even at level 1, the difference in combat power between 99% and 1% experience points was like comparing clouds to mud.

The hospital was a good place for Night Wanderers to increase experience points. Birth, old age, sickness, and death all happened in the hospital. Of course, crematoriums were also good, but the crematoriums in Songhai were all in the suburbs, and there were few in the city.

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

"Why are the Night Wanderers of the Taiyi Sect so taboo about devouring spiritual bodies? Is it an industry rule, feeling that it is detrimental to yin virtue? Or is there another reason?"

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and logged into the Spirit Realm Walker official forum to search for relevant information.

The search results showed: No related entries were found.

........

Suburbs, night began to envelop.

In a cheap rental house in an industrial park, in a dirty and messy living room, Ou Xiangrong held a large pot of freshly cooked instant noodles and came to a table covered with beer cans.

He casually swept away the beer cans and other debris, creating space for the large pot, and then took a can of beer from the refrigerator.

He ate noodles and drank beer in large gulps.

The noodles that had just come out of the pot were scalding hot, but they could not burn his strong oral cells.

Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, had an expression that was sometimes fierce, sometimes indifferent, sometimes disgusted... like a mental patient on the verge of a breakdown.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, he stopped his chopsticks, and his expression immediately became ferocious.

Ou Xiangrong slowly got up, drew the willow blade from the scabbard tucked behind his waist, and leaned silently towards the door.

"Bang!"

Just as he approached the entrance, the door was kicked open violently. Immediately afterward, a blazing light lit up, and a ball of scorching flame crashed towards him.

The fiery wind hit his face. Ou Xiangrong stopped his steps and swung his knife-wielding right arm. The bright blade struck the fireball. With a "boom," the room was filled with colorful streamers.

In the sudden burst of light, a figure covered in flames burst into the rental house, his knees pumping, crashing into Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.

Ou Xiangrong was even more ferocious. He leaned his body to the side and slammed his shoulder forward.

"Bang!"

The figure flew backward, crashing into the wall of the corridor, causing the wall to shake violently.

Enduring the pain in his right hand and shoulder, which were covered with burns, Ou Xiangrong turned and rushed towards the window. He dared not go through the corridor. The corridors of the old residential building were narrow. Once surrounded, he would surely die.

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

"Bang bang!"

Just as Ou Xiangrong broke through the window, he heard two gunshots. He used his willow blade to knock away the one aimed at his head, but could not stop the bullet aimed at his chest.

The powerful kinetic energy of the bullet pierced his skin and was stopped by his strong muscles.

Following the sound of the gunshot, in the shadows beside the green belt, stood a tall, mixed-race beauty, wearing an OL skirt and a white shirt, her hair flying in the wind, coldly beautiful.

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

Bang bang bang... The mixed-race beauty calmly fired, her marksmanship accurate, as if she could predict his trajectory.

After being shot several times, Ou Xiangrong finally landed. He suddenly looked at the mixed-race woman, and two blood-colored, twisted runes appeared in his pupils.

The next moment, the woman's expression became dull. She turned the muzzle of her gun and aimed it at the center of her eyebrows.

"Bang!"

The muzzle spewed flames, but the bullet failed to shatter the woman's smooth forehead. It was blocked by a pair of rough hands.

An unknown miner wearing a miner's lamp had appeared beside her, his dark face covered with solemnity.

"A bewitching demon?"

"A level 3 Bewitchment Gu demon."

From the darkness, a man with a cane walked over, wearing a black suit with a black vest and a white shirt, his slicked-back hair combed meticulously.

"Have the little ones set up defenses outside the community, don't get close to here."

Another voice came. A man in a black leather jacket walked out of the corridor, lean and powerful, with a sharp temperament.

Holding his knife, Ou Xiangrong looked around with a gloomy expression.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this moment, the sound of a motorcycle roared in the distance. Bright lights pierced the darkness, and a motorcycle roared in, the woman on the bike wore a white racing suit, and was carrying a three-foot long black blade, and was first to charge.

The next moment, gunfire rang out again, blocking Ou Xiangrong's retreat, and a figure of flame jumped from the window, ambushing from the side.

Tang Guoqiang, wearing a miner's cap, pressed his hands on the ground, the concrete floor shattered with a "crack", and a pair of hands condensed from soil grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.

Ou Xiangrong calmly waved his willow blade, knocking away the tricky angle bullets, the bullets and blades collided, sparking glaring sparks.

Immediately afterward, his leg muscles swelled, shattering the hands condensed from the mud, and rolled forward, just dodging the flame man who was pouncing down from the third floor.

After rolling and getting up, he ran madly towards the woman riding the motorcycle.

In the night, the two passed each other. The sharp willow blade cut through the woman's chest, but there was no tactile sensation of actually cutting something. The woman on the motorcycle turned into water the moment she was hit by the blade.

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

Ou Xiangrong's chest split open, and large gouts of blood spurted out.

Completely ignoring his injuries, he kept running towards the outside of the community.

At this time, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam jumped out of the window on the second floor. She ran barefoot on the wall as if walking on flat ground.

With a leap, she landed in front of Ou Xiangrong, let out a delicate shout, spun around, her cheongsam fluttered, and her lithe and powerful long legs roared like a whip, slamming into Ou Xiangrong's body.

The latter flew away like a cannonball, cracking the wall of the residential building, and slowly slumped to the ground.

"Dare to kill official Spirit Realm Walkers in my jurisdiction, you're not bad."

At this time, Li Dongze, who had been watching the show from beginning to end, walked over slowly with a cane. The man's face was serious, as calm as a behind-the-scenes boss, and said lightly:

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

"Alas..." A huge sigh echoed around. Ou Xiangrong slowly stood up. His eyes were scarlet red, filled with madness and violence, and an evil and powerful force was awakening from within him.

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

Li Dongze silently took two steps back, "Brothers, that was a joke just now. I am definitely not the kind of person to hog the credit."

........

In the taxi, Zhang Yuanqing, who had not found any relevant information, returned to the forum homepage and instinctively refreshed the page.

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

#Wanted! Level 3 Bewitchment Demon Ou Xiangrong#

There was no such post a few minutes ago.

Zhang Yuanqing clicked on the post:

"Ou Xiangrong, a level 3 Bewitchment Demon, killed Five Elements Alliance White Tiger Soldier scout Zhao Yingjun on April 18. On the evening of April 19, at 19:05, he escaped from the encirclement of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team.

"This person possesses some kind of terrible evil power, and is no ordinary Bewitchment Demon. He has been severely wounded by the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team and is currently missing. Spirit Realm Walker teams in all districts, pay attention. Ou Xiangrong is on the verge of losing control. Once the target is found, kill him immediately.

"A reward of 50,000 yuan will be given to those who provide clues. A reward of 100,000 yuan will be given to those who kill him."

The comments below the post had already exceeded one hundred in less than three minutes.

They were all complaining about the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team's incompetence in letting a half-mad Bewitchment Demon escape.

"Are you kidding me? This kind of dangerous person is out of control at any time. Is the Kangyang district team just a bunch of freeloaders?"

"Once he loses control and kills people and is wanted by the Spirit Realm, by the time we arrive, it's probably already a bloodbath. We will be laughed at by the Spirit Realm Walkers all over the country, laughing at our poor prevention and control, taking high salaries and not doing anything."

"It's over."

Ou Xiangrong escaped? Captain and the others locked onto the target and launched a capture so quickly?

For a time, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to praise Captain and the others for their efficiency, or to complain that they were incompetent and let this ticking time bomb escape.

"Now that they have already engaged, Ou Xiangrong's blood, and even flesh tissue, will definitely be left at the scene. Using the Red High Heels should be able to find him..."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of his rule-based item.

......

ps: At the beginning of the month, asking for a monthly ticket, unknowingly, more than 80,000 words, an average daily update of 8000+, I have no manuscript.