Saturday, 11:00 AM.

Zhang Yuanqing woke up yawning, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Ever since becoming a Night Watcher, he couldn't sleep at night, spending whole nights playing games, and was constantly tired and sleepy during the day.

Two days had passed since that night of spirit channeling. Li Dongze and Guan Ya frequently went out to participate in the search for Black Impermanence and his subordinates.

This delayed Zhang Yuanqing's combat training.

Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, Guan Ya was supposed to give Yuanshi combat training next. With the Night Watcher's physical qualities, it wouldn't be difficult to get started in combat in a short time.

But due to the Holy Grail and the Register incident, it had to be postponed, after all, the Second Team was short of staff.

Zhang Yuanqing had asked Li Dongze about the teammates who had never shown up, but the squad leader's face suddenly became unnatural, as if he had something unspeakable to hide.

The considerate Yuanshi Tianzun did not continue to ask.

In addition, Wang Qian of the Zhisha Palace agreed to become his informant, unexpectedly cooperative and very aware.

Because of the Ou Xiangrong incident, the management of Songhai University became strict all of a sudden. The school did not allow students living on campus to go out at night, so the social event was also put on hold.

After a simple wash, grandma hadn't finished making lunch yet, so Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and began to tease the infant spirit.

At this moment, he was preparing for the little rascal's "first birthday divination". After experiencing 50%, the purity and thickness of the Lunar Force had increased. Then he discovered that the infant spirit nourished by the Lunar Force had a slight increase in intelligence.

Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the chubby and cute infant spirit, mathematics on the left, Chinese on the right, and English and physics in front and behind.

"Your master is talented and knowledgeable, you can't lag behind either, choose one."

The little rascal opened his dark, round eyes, tilted his head and pondered for a long time, finally understanding what Zhang Yuanqing meant. Then he quickly moved his limbs and crawled towards the physics textbook.

"Oh, a promising child..."

Just as a smile bloomed on Zhang Yuanqing's face, he saw the little guy bypass the physics textbook and hug the PS5 game console. Unable to touch the entity, it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Useless thing, doesn't resemble me at all!" Zhang Yuanqing criticized angrily.

"When I was your age, I could already compose a poem in seven steps."

Alas! He sighed in disappointment. To improve the infant spirit's intelligence and cultivate it into a talent, he had to master the Night Watcher's skill of raising ghosts.

Then he had to level up.

Calculating the time, the second The Way of the Extraordinary mission was coming soon.

After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the bedroom, poured warm water into a teacup, opened the bedside table, and took out a white medicine bottle.

"Really, I've been too busy these days and forgot to take my medicine. It's been delayed for two days..."

He muttered as he tilted the medicine bottle and poured a few small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze.

That's right, I've been delayed for two days, why hasn't my old illness relapsed?

My condition is clearly getting worse, and the frequency of attacks should only be faster, not delayed.

Is it because I became a Night Watcher and my physical fitness has changed?

"Speaking of which, I haven't had an attack since I was promoted to Night Watcher. Could it be that I'm cured?" He was delighted for a moment, but wasn't sure, so he decided to try it out.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and visualized his father's blurry face in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, his heart "thumped" and his brain boiled, all kinds of noises poured into his mind, and all kinds of fragmented images resurfaced.

But in the next moment, the noises became orderly and the images were no longer fragmented.

No, it wasn't that the sounds and images became orderly, but that the brain's ability to process information had increased.

He heard his uncle dancing in his living room, the background music being "Jianbing Guozhi".

His aunt was watching TV in the bedroom, occasionally complaining: "It's too noisy, turn it down."

The sound of grandma washing dishes came from the kitchen.

The bed downstairs was creaking. Analyzing the collision sounds, Zhang Yuanqing dared to proudly assert that the hostess was lying face down.

The brain's information processing continued...

"Guan Ya always has an unspeakable confidence, and the squad leader seems quite polite to her, different from how he treats me and Wang Tai... The expression on the squad leader's face when I mentioned those few team members was awkward and helpless... There's something wrong with the change in the attitude of Musician Wang Qian. He was disdainful of me yesterday..."

"The little rascal has a special affection for little aunt, little aunt, little aunt..."

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state was instantly broken.

"Let's go, accompany me to the mall." Jiang Yuerjiao said.

She was dressed in a knee-length pleated skirt, white sneakers, and a light blue loose shirt. Because of her sweet and lovely appearance, she looked very Mori girl and very well-behaved.

The main reason why Jiang Yuer could become a popular figure in the blind date market was this well-behaved appearance.

Confident men felt that beautiful and well-behaved women were easy to control, and insecure men also felt that there was not much pressure to get along with such beauties.

Zhang Yuanqing stared blankly at his little aunt, and suddenly two warm streams of blood spurted from his nostrils.

........

Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang, sitting in a business car, waited for a long time and frowned as he dialed his assistant's mobile phone.

After the call connected, he asked in a low voice:

"Why haven't they come out yet."

He was here to pick up someone. The flight had landed an hour ago, but the assistant hadn't brought the person out yet.

How could Fu Qingyang waste his precious time on such trivial matters?

"Centurion, he..." The assistant lowered his voice and said, "He's hooked up with a beauty and refuses to leave the airport, saying he wants to exchange feelings..."

Fu Qingyang's forehead twitched, and he said:

"Tell him to come out himself, or I'll go in and drag him out."

The assistant responded and then hung up.

A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage, heading towards the business car.

This young man was wearing beige loose trousers and a light blue shirt. His clothes fluttered as he walked, extremely elegant. He had delicate features, his eyes half-closed with a smile, and a deep-seated laziness in his bones.

Affable, lazy, harmless.

That was the impression the young man gave.

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "As expected of the Flower Playboy, women throw themselves into your arms wherever you go."

This Flower Playboy, who was as famous as him, was a true playboy, just like his name. His father was the master of the Taiyi Sect, from a prominent family, and with his own outstanding talent, he was surrounded by countless beauties.

If it was just pure lechery, it would not be enough to be ranked alongside Fu Qingyang. This guy was jokingly called the Flower Playboy because he understood women very well and had a good reputation in women's circles.

Faced with the ridicule, Ling Jun smiled with narrowed eyes, "Don't say it so vulgarly. Beauties are works of art. You need to taste them carefully and understand them slowly to discover their beauty. This is elegance."

Fu Qingyang frowned, "Because of your elegance, you wasted an hour of my time and delayed serious business."

"Brother Qingyang, life is not just about career, there are many beautiful things worth exploring." Ling Jun smiled with narrowed eyes, "I already know about the Ghost Eye Judge and will fully assist you. My father is very concerned about the death of the Ghost Eye Judge."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang looked at him.

"This person died around the same time as the Demon Lord. My father suspects there is a connection between the two."

"Why is the sect master so obsessed with the death of the Demon Lord, so obsessed with finding the Demon Lord's successor?"

"Because before the Demon Lord died, he left something very important in the character card."

"What thing."

"I can only tell you that that thing represents the ultimate, represents the essence of The Way of the Extraordinary."

........

Runfa Mall, bubble tea shop.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying large and small shopping bags, took a seat, picked up a glass, and took a big sip of the bubble tea with ice cubes, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He immediately felt alive again.

The most tiring thing about accompanying little aunt to the mall wasn't the physical exertion, but the mental torment.

Fortunately, the beautiful figures of the young ladies could alleviate this fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing drank his bubble tea, feeling very good.

He confirmed one thing, his strange illness had been effectively relieved.

In addition to the reduced frequency of attacks, it was also easier for him to actively trigger the old illness. The most important thing was that the symptoms such as headaches and nosebleeds after the attack were reduced.

Perhaps in the future, he could freely control the state of brain boiling. Then he wouldn't have to ask Wang Tai to help him write papers, hehe.

No, that's too useless... Zhang Yuanqing quickly drove this tempting thought out of his mind.

"Alas, this month's salary is not enough." Little aunt said with emotion.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said disdainfully: "When has your salary ever been enough? You're spending grandpa and grandma's money."

Little aunt was still an intern doctor with a very low salary, but she didn't lack luxury goods. Most of her expenses were paid by her grandparents.

Grandpa and grandma had considerable savings. The eldest daughter was a successful career woman, and the eldest son married a wealthy daughter-in-law, so they were not short of money, so the savings could only be left for the youngest daughter to squander.

Jiang Yuer pursed her lips and pretended to be pitiful, saying: "Yes, yes, who let aunt be useless, can't earn money, can only fully rely on her father."

While chatting, Zhang Yuanqing took out his mobile phone and habitually logged into the official forum to see if there were any interesting posts.

The official forum has two main functions: one is for the official to release important notices and information; the other is for The Way of the Extraordinary from all over the world to communicate, share information and intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's view, browsing the forum was a quick way to increase his knowledge.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#A large number of new A-level and S-level The Way of the Extraordinary dungeons have appeared in the Night Watcher profession, and Night Watchers in various official positions have "disappeared"#

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ps: I'll update the wrong words first and then revise them.