7:00 PM, dinner table.
Grandma looked around at her family at the table and announced with a rather good mood:
"Yuanzi, your uncle will be back tomorrow afternoon. Yuanjun, remember to drive to pick him up. Yu'er, come home early after work."
Yu'er was the nickname of the little aunt.
Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu'er each gnawed on a chicken leg, Chen Yuanjun drank chicken soup, all with calm expressions.
Grandma saw this, slapped her chopsticks on the table, and glared, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Oh."
"Mmm."
"Got it."
Grandma: "......"
Uncle and aunt had been traveling abroad for almost two months. Uncle was irresponsible and frivolous, and aunt didn't lift a finger in the kitchen. It made no difference whether they were home or not.
It's not like it's a great celebration that he's back. Probably only Grandma would be happy that her son's returning.
Jiang Yu'er, while chewing on a chicken leg, said, "Why doesn't that family disgrace play for a few more months? It's extra quiet at home when they're not here."
Chen Yuanjun glanced at his little aunt and said, "Don't say that. The family disgrace is still my dad."
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his cousin and said, "Don't say that. The family disgrace is still my uncle."
Seeing Grandma furious and about to tear apart the unfilial descendants, Jiang Yu'er quickly comforted her and brought up a topic that her mother would 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 me about it."
"It's Sister Zhou from our department. When she was on duty at night, she heard children's laughter in the office. She went in to check, and the laughter disappeared. Then she went to the toilet and saw a baby lying on her shoulder in the mirror, almost scaring her to death."
The little aunt confidently said, "It's not just Sister Zhou. Other colleagues on night shift also said they occasionally hear children's laughter in the middle of the night. Everyone says it must be the spirits of aborted babies, unwilling to leave and wandering around the hospital."
Grandma listened with great interest and commented, "That's really strange. I think that's probably the case too. When it's your turn to work the night shift, have Yuanzi accompany you. Is there more?"
"Yes, yes..."
Grandma's gossip wasn't passed on to her old mom, it was all inherited by her little aunt... Zhang Yuanqing listened to the mother and daughter's chattering gossip, and the interest in his heart slowly died down.
As a Night Wanderer, he knew at a glance that these were just rumors and tall tales, not reality.
First of all, spirits cannot make sounds because they have no physical bodies and no vocal cords. Unless the spirit's power directly affects a person's mind.
But with the will and mental strength of a baby, it's impossible for a spirit to remain after death.
Finally, ordinary people cannot see spirits with the naked eye. Those who are close to death and have a heavy yin aura might interact with spirits, so occasional occurrences are reasonable.
But many people hearing baby laughter is just nonsense.
"Little aunt, be careful, don't bring any dead babies from the hospital home," Zhang Yuanqing said quietly.
Jiang Yu'er, who was talking enthusiastically, 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 Class A tertiary hospital.
He was going to the hospital to save wandering souls and increase his experience points.
The Night Wanderer's "Soul Devour" skill is currently the best way to level up. He doesn't know when the next Spirit Realm will open, so it's 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 is like heaven and earth.
Hospitals are a good place for Night Wanderers to increase experience points. Birth, old age, sickness, and death all happen in hospitals. Of course, crematoriums are also good, but the crematoriums in Songhai are all in the suburbs, and there are 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 reluctant to devour spirits? Is it an industry rule, thinking it's harmful to morality? Or is there another reason?"
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, logged into The Way of the Extraordinary official forum, and searched for relevant information.
The search results showed: No relevant entries found.
........
Suburbs, night begins to envelop.
In a cheap rental house in an industrial park, in a dirty and messy living room, Ou Xiangrong held a large bowl of freshly cooked instant noodles and came to the table full of beer cans.
He casually swept the beer cans and other debris to the ground with a "clang", clearing a space to put the large bowl down, then took a can of beer from the refrigerator.
He ate noodles and drank beer in large gulps.
The freshly cooked noodles were scalding hot, but they couldn't burn his strong oral cells.
Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, showed expressions that were sometimes fierce, sometimes indifferent, sometimes hateful... like a mental patient on the verge of a breakdown.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, he stopped eating, and his expression immediately turned ferocious.
Ou Xiangrong slowly got up, drew the willow blade from the scabbard at the back of his waist, and silently approached the door.
"Bang!"
As soon as he approached the entrance, the door was violently kicked open. Immediately afterward, a blazing light appeared, and a ball of fiery flames crashed towards him.
The fiery wind hit his face, Ou Xiangrong stopped and swung his right arm holding the knife. The bright blade struck the fireball. With a "boom," the room was filled with colorful and dazzling flames.
In the sudden burst of light, a figure covered in flames darted into the rental house, knees bent, crashing into Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.
Ou Xiangrong was even more ferocious. He stepped aside and slammed his shoulder forward.
"Bang!"
The figure flew backward, crashing into the wall of the corridor, causing the wall to shake violently.
Ou Xiangrong, whose right hand and shoulder were covered in burns, endured the pain and turned to rush towards the window. He didn't dare to go into the corridor. The corridor of the old residential building was narrow. Once surrounded, he would surely die.
With the sound of shattering glass, Ou Xiangrong jumped out of the window from the third floor.
"Bang, bang!"
Just after breaking through the window, Ou Xiangrong heard two gunshots. He used the willow blade to knock away the one aimed at his head, but couldn't stop the bullet that shot into his chest.
The bullet's powerful kinetic energy broke through the skin and was stopped by his strong muscles.
Following the sound of the gun, he saw a tall, mixed-race beauty standing in the shadows beside the green belt, 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, seemingly able to predict his trajectory as he fell.
After being hit 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, and she turned the gun to her own forehead.
"Bang!"
The muzzle spat flames, but the bullet failed to shatter the woman's smooth forehead. It was stopped by a pair of rough hands.
An oreman wearing a miner's helmet had appeared beside her, his dark face filled with solemnity, and said:
"Bewitching Demon?"
"A level 3 Bewitching Gu Demon."
From the darkness, a man leaning on a cane walked over, dressed in a black suit with a black vest and a white shirt, his hair slicked back neatly.
"Have the others set up defenses outside the community, don't get close to here."
Another voice came, and a man in a black leather jacket walked out of the corridor, slender and powerful, with a sharp aura.
Ou Xiangrong held his knife, his face gloomy as he looked around.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
At this time, the roar of a motorcycle came from the distance, and a bright light pierced the darkness. A motorcycle roared in, and the woman on the car was wearing a white racing suit, lying down, holding a three-foot-long black long knife, charging ahead.
The next moment, the gunfire sounded again, blocking Ou Xiangrong's retreat, and the fiery figure jumped out of the window, blocking him from the side.
Tang Guoqiang, wearing a miner's helmet, pressed his hands on the ground, and the concrete floor cracked with a "crack". A pair of hands condensed from mud grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.
Ou Xiangrong calmly waved his willow blade, knocking away the cleverly angled bullets. The bullets and the blade collided, creating dazzling sparks.
Then, the muscles in his legs expanded, shattering the hands condensed from mud. He rolled forward, just avoiding the fiery man who pounced down from the third floor.
Step, step, step... After rolling up, he sprinted towards the woman riding the motorcycle.
In the night, the two passed each other. The sharp willow blade cut open the woman's chest, but it didn't feel like it had cut into anything real. The woman on the motorcycle turned into water the moment the blade hit her.
And her long knife swept across Ou Xiangrong's chest and abdomen.
Ou Xiangrong's chest split open, and large amounts of blood gushed out.
He completely ignored his injuries and continued to flee towards the outside of the community.
At this time, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam jumped out of a 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, gave a soft shout, spun around, the cheongsam flying, and her strong and powerful long legs lashed out like a whip, fiercely striking Ou Xiangrong.
The latter flew out like a cannonball, cracking the wall of the residential building, and slowly collapsed to the ground.
"You're quite impressive for daring to kill an official The Way of the Extraordinary in my jurisdiction."
At this time, Li Dongze, who had been watching the show from beginning to end, slowly walked over with his 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."
"Sigh..." 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 awakened within him.
He said in a hoarse voice, "You will all die."
Li Dongze silently took two steps back, "Brothers, that was a joke. I'm definitely not the kind of person to take all the credit."
........
In the taxi, Zhang Yuanqing, unable to find relevant information, returned to the forum homepage and instinctively refreshed the page.
Then he saw a post that had been marked in red and pinned to the top.
#Wanted! Level 3 Bewitching Demon Ou Xiangrong#
This post hadn't been there a few minutes ago.
Zhang Yuanqing clicked on the post:
"Ou Xiangrong, a level 3 Bewitching Demon, killed Zhao Yingjun, a scout of the Five Elements Alliance White Tiger soldiers, on April 18th. On the evening of April 19th, at 7:05 PM, he escaped during a siege by the Lingjing Small Team in Kangyang District.
"This person possesses some kind of terrifying evil power, and is no ordinary Bewitching Demon. He has been seriously injured by the Kangyang District Lingjing Small Team and his whereabouts are currently unknown. Lingjing Small Teams in various districts, please note that Ou Xiangrong is on the verge of losing control. Once the target is discovered, kill him immediately.
"A reward of 50,000 yuan will be given for providing clues. 100,000 yuan will be given to the killer."
The post had been published for less than three minutes, and there were already over a hundred comments below.
They were all complaining about the Kangyang District Lingjing Small Team's incompetence in allowing a half-mad Bewitching Demon to escape.
"Are you kidding me? This kind of dangerous person could lose control at any time. Is the Kangyang District team just eating dry food?"
"Once he loses control and kills someone, we'll be wanted by The Way of the Extraordinary, and by the time we arrive, it'll probably be a bloodbath. We'll be laughed at by The Way of the Extraordinary all over the country, laughed at for our poor control and for taking high salaries without doing anything."
"We're screwed."
Ou Xiangrong escaped? The Chief and the others locked onto the target so quickly and started the arrest?
Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to praise the Chief and the others for their efficiency or complain about their incompetence in letting this ticking time bomb escape.
"Since they've already fought, Ou Xiangrong's blood, even flesh, must have been left at the scene. I should be able to find him using the Red High Heels..."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of his rule-based item.
......
ps: Asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month. Unknowingly, it's over 80,000 words, with an average update of 8000+ words per day. I have no drafts.