Zhang Yuanqing pondered in silence for a long time, deciding to temporarily conceal the existence of the Red Shoes.

Firstly, Ou Xiangrong's escape had just begun, and the Five Elements Alliance's subsequent actions hadn't unfolded yet. As an official organization, they might have other methods to track down the Bewitchment-type demon.

There was simply no need for a newbie like him to intervene.

Secondly, he was only a Level 1 Night Watcher, a newcomer among the The Way of the Extraordinary. Exposing the existence of a rule-based item could attract covetous eyes.

He would observe for a while to see what actions the organization would take next and then make a decision based on the situation... Zhang Yuanqing stopped overthinking, gazing at the night scene outside the car window, waiting to reach his destination.

Right now, increasing his strength was the most important thing.

Five minutes later, the taxi dropped him off at the entrance of "Songhai Pulmonary Hospital." After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital, heading directly towards the emergency department building.

At this time of night, the outpatient department was closed, and the hospital and patients were mainly concentrated in the emergency department.

In the emergency department, people thronged, with patients either sitting on public chairs or moving between the payment windows and various departments.

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

After sitting down, he stretched out his legs, waiting like a hunter guarding his prey.

For spirits, the aura of a Night Watcher was like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling and distinct.

There was no need to search deliberately; they would come to him on their own.

The spirits of ordinary people only existed for seven days. Unless someone had just died nearby, he wouldn't be able to wait for spirits to come to him automatically. Therefore, the hospital was the best place to level up.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown, his eyes glazed over and his steps stiff, walking towards him through the crowd.

The old man's body was between the illusory and the real. Passing patients walked through his body as if passing through air.

He was emaciated, his white pupils were eerie, and he emanated an aura of pain and regret.

This was a Wraith.

Usually, people turned into Wraiths after death. There were no peaceful spirits because no one was willing to die.

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

Seeing the old man approaching, Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and gently inhaled.

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

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

The old man had died of late-stage lung cancer. The latter half of his life was spent leaving the world under the dual torment of chemotherapy and cancer, coughing up blood, losing hair, shortness of breath, pain… he didn't pass away peacefully.

The last remaining thought was regret for why he had smoked.

"I'll never smoke again…"

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, blurting out with a face full of regret.

The surrounding people looked over in surprise.

…Zhang Yuanqing remained expressionless, pretending that nothing had just happened, to cover up the embarrassment in his heart.

Until the passersby moved their gazes away, until the surging emotions calmed down, he opened the attribute panel, the fluorescent blue light screen unfolded:

[Experience Points: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit was worth two experience points, ordinary people only 0.5, like ordinary monsters and elite monsters? And the more you level up, the fewer experience points you get. I'm afraid it won't even be 0.5 later. It seems I can only accumulate bit by bit…" Zhang Yuanqing thought thoughtfully.

In any case, this kind of direct, visible improvement was gratifying.

He returned to his seat, pretending that nothing had happened, and after a few more minutes, a middle-aged uncle dressed in a suit, like an office worker, walked towards him blankly.

The surrounding people ignored the uncle and walked through him.

Zhang Yuanqing absorbed the uncle's spirit in the same way. As the spirit transformed into the power to nourish the Night Watcher, a part of his memory surged in like a tide.

The middle-aged uncle died of overwork, a sudden heart attack, dying from the well-known 996 work culture.

The uncle died peacefully, after all, sudden death was instantaneous, you might not even feel the pain.

But after reading the uncle's memory, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his wife had just had their second child, and the child was still in swaddling clothes. It was precisely to earn money for milk powder that he worked so hard, throwing himself into the work culture.

Even more noteworthy was that the uncle was born in the 1980s, and people born in that era rarely had siblings. Once he was gone, his parents would have no one to rely on in the future.

Using his life to earn money, in the end, everything lost its meaning.

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

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

At this time, the third spirit came.

It was a lady with beautiful features, semi-permanent Korean eyebrows, and the clothes she wore also revealed luxury and refinement.

A high-quality human female.

"So young and beautiful to die, what a pity…"

When she got closer, Zhang Yuanqing noticed that her chest was sunken, her black slim-fitting clothes were soaked with illusory blood. In addition, the back of her head seemed to have suffered unimaginable trauma, and the blood had matted her hair into strands.

She wasn't wearing a hospital gown, which meant that she didn't die during hospitalization, but died in an accident or murder… Zhang Yuanqing gently inhaled, devouring the high-quality female's spirit.

............

His brow swelled, and memories that didn't belong to him poured into his sea of consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes went dark, and then he saw a pair of slender, fair legs sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling up black stockings little by little onto her thighs.

Oh, so that's how women wear stockings… Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single since birth, gained some knowledge.

At this moment, a man's husky voice came from behind:

"Don't send me messages at night in the future. My wife almost saw it last night."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

Man, bed, wearing stockings… everyone could guess what had just happened.

I shouldn't devour female spirits so easily in the future, it's not appropriate! He muttered to himself with immense relief, fortunately, the memory started from wearing stockings. If it had been pushed back a few minutes, he might have been lying down, or kneeling…

Well, there's no weird taste in my mouth either, that's good… Just as he was thinking this, he heard the woman he was "possessing" hum:

"Then that's perfect, divorce her and marry me."

The man behind him rustled as he put on his clothes, sneering:

"I have a son and a daughter, and I'm planning to have a third child next year. Why would I divorce for you? Besides, if I divorce, half of my property will be split up.

"Wasn't that what we agreed on back then? You be the mistress, and I'll give you money. When you've saved enough money, you can marry whoever you want, even marry an honest man. You can notify me whenever you want to end the relationship. But don't have thoughts you shouldn't have."

The woman seemed angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her little BMW wildly on the street, venting her emotions.

In the end, she had a car accident and died after failing to be rescued.

The scene ended, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, pinching his throbbing brow, and felt a burst of indignation in his heart, thinking, "Sister, why bother? High-end seafood merchants often only need simple auction methods. There's a market everywhere, why be angry with a man? How many men are good things?"

Also, it's impossible to marry an honest man, it's never going to happen in this lifetime.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why did he have such a strong sense of empathy for the woman? He was clearly a Lancer.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing realized that he had been unconsciously influenced by the high-quality female, his thoughts were becoming more feminine, and he had a strong desire for money and material possessions in his heart.

Also, the "I'll never smoke again" that he blurted out earlier was also influenced by the old man's spirit.

After he initially stabilized his spirit, the fourth spirit came, it was a thin and handsome young man, easily reminiscent of words like "puppy boy."

"He's not worse-looking than me, I should still absorb the spirits of men, it's safer and more secure, even if something like that happens, I'll be on top."

He opened his mouth and sucked the puppy boy's spirit into his stomach.

..........

Harsh noise vibrated his eardrums, and full-color LED lights rotated, creating dazzling light pollution.

As far as the eye could see, there were only swaying figures and shaking heads, and there was a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

This was a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body swaying uncontrollably, and at the same time, he grabbed the glass on the booth and drank with his friends.

In the unrestrained emotional venting, in the empty happiness intertwined with alcohol and dice, the puppy boy and his friends didn't leave until two o'clock in the morning.

The two of them called an online taxi and returned to their rented house. His muscular friend helped him open the door to the bedroom.

Although Zhang Yuanqing couldn't control his body, his own consciousness was clear. He noticed that the person he was possessing was drunk, and the blood vessels in his brain were throbbing with pain. He guessed that the other party had died from drinking too much, or a sudden death?

Just as he was guessing, the puppy boy was thrown on the bed, and his friend helped him take off his shoes, pull off his pants, and cover him with a quilt, using a wet wipe to wipe the sweat off his face.

This friend is a keeper… Zhang Yuanqing thought.

As soon as the thought arose, he found that his friend began to take off his clothes, and lifted the quilt, quickly stripping the puppy boy naked.

…Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, he heard the puppy boy mumble dazedly:

"Husband～"

The "friend" pressed down on the puppy boy's body, raised the jar of Vaseline in his hand, and said with a mouthful of alcohol:

"Stick your ass up, I'll put some oil on you!"

??? Zhang Yuanqing's mind "boom" exploded, like a bolt from the blue.

No! No! No!

You can't do this! You can't do this!!

Zhang Yuanqing forcibly interrupted the reading of the memory in extreme fear and extreme panic.

The outpatient building, the seat by the restroom, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had had a nightmare, gasping for breath as if he was hypoxic.

His face was pale, his eyes were frightened, and sweat soaked his back.

"Young man, are you okay?" The aunt next to him asked with concern:

"Did you register? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, indicating that he was okay, and rushed into the restroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed handfuls of cold water on his face.

Too scary, men are too scary!

He had suffered a gender injury he shouldn't have.