Different Lives

Zhang Yuanqing pondered in silence for a long time and decided not to expose the existence of the red dancing shoes for the time being.

First of all, the matter of Ou Xiangrong's escape had just begun. The follow-up actions of the Five Elements Alliance had yet to be carried out. As an official organization, there might be other ways to track down the Bewitching Demon.

There was no need for a newcomer like him to interfere.

Secondly, he was only a Level 1 Night Wanderer, a newcomer to the Spirit Realm. If he exposed the existence of the rule-type tool, he might attract attention.

He would wait and see what the organization would do next before making a choice based on the situation… Zhang Yuanqing stopped thinking about it. He looked at the night view outside the car window and waited for his destination.

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

Five minutes later, the taxi arrived in front of Songhai Lung Hospital. After paying the driver, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed for the Emergency Department building with a clear goal.

At this hour, the outpatient department was already off duty. The hospitals and patients were mainly concentrated in the emergency department.

The emergency department was crowded. Patients were either sitting in public chairs or coming and going from the toll windows and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing walked through the toll hall and through the bustling crowd to find a seat near the toilet.

When he sat down, he stretched out his legs and waited.

To a spirit body, the aura of the Night Wanderer was like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling and vivid.

There was no need to search deliberately. They would come to him.

Ordinary people's spirit bodies only existed for seven days. Unless someone had just died nearby, they would not be able to wait for their spirit bodies to automatically come to them. Therefore, the hospital was the best place to upgrade.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown walking stiffly through the crowd towards him.

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

He was haggard, white-eyed, and exuded pain and regret.

It was a vengeful spirit.

Usually, people would turn into vengeful spirits after death. There was no spirit body with a peaceful aura because no one was willing to die.

Their nostalgia for life and their fear of death would eventually turn into helpless resentment.

Seeing the old man walk up to him, Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and sucked lightly.

The old man's spirit body turned into smoke and floated into his mouth.

His glabella hurt and his consciousness suddenly swelled. Zhang Yuanqing read the old man's broken memories when he was alive.

The old man died of terminal lung cancer. In the latter half of his life, he passed away under the dual torture of chemotherapy and cancer. He coughed up blood, lost his hair, suffered from shortness of breath, pain… He did not die peacefully.

The last lingering thought was remorse for smoking.

"I'll never smoke again…"

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out with regret.

People around them looked over in surprise.

Zhang Yuanqing was expressionless. He pretended that nothing had happened to hide the awkwardness in his heart.

It was not until the passerby looked away and his surging emotions calmed down that he opened the attribute panel. The blue screen unfolded:

[EXP: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit body is worth 2% experience points while ordinary people only give 0.5%. It's similar to ordinary monsters and elite monsters? Moreover, the more I grow, the fewer experience points I get. I'm afraid it won't even be 0.5%. Looks like I can only accumulate more experience points gradually…" Zhang Yuanqing pondered.

In any case, the intuitive, visible improvement was gratifying.

He returned to his seat and pretended that nothing had happened. After a few more minutes, a middle-aged man in a suit, dressed as an office worker, walked woodenly toward him.

The people around him ignored the uncle and walked past him as well.

Zhang Yuanqing absorbed the uncle's spirit body in the same way. When the spirit body transformed into the power to nourish the Night Wanderer, a portion of his memories surged over like a tide.

The middle-aged man died of excessive fatigue, sudden heart attack, and the well-known 996 work culture.

The uncle left the world in peace. After all, sudden death was instantaneous so he didn't even feel the pain.

However, after reading the uncle's memories, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his wife had just given birth to a second child. The child was still in infancy. It was precisely to earn money for milk powder that he worked so hard and devoted himself to the company.

What was even more worth mentioning was that the uncle was born in the 1980s, and very few people from that era had siblings. Once he died, his parents would have no place to stay in the future.

He risked his life to earn money, and in the end, it all lost all meaning.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to consciousness and felt a piercing sadness and confusion.

What was the point of such a life? He sat in a daze, his face expressionless for a long time.

At this moment, the third spirit body came over.

It was a lady with beautiful features, she had half-permanent brows and exuded an air of luxury and delicacy through her clothes.

A high-quality female human.

"She passed away so young and beautiful. What a pity…"

When he got closer, Zhang Yuanqing realized that her chest was sunken, and her black bodysuit was soaked in illusory blood. In addition, the back of her head seemed to have suffered an unimaginable blow, and the blood had glued her hair into strands.

She wasn't wearing a hospital gown. In other words, she didn't die in the hospital. She died in an accident or murder… Zhang Yuanqing gently inhaled and swallowed the high-quality female spirit body.

...

His glabella swelled as memories that did not belong to him poured into his sea of consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing's vision turned black. Then, he saw a pair of long and fair legs sitting by the bed. She was rolling up her black stockings bit by bit.

Oh, so this was how women wore stockings… Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single for twenty years, had gained a lot of knowledge.

Then he heard a man's rough voice behind him.

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

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

Man, beds, stockings… Anyone could guess what had just happened.

It's better not to devour female spirits so easily in the future. It's not suitable! He muttered in his mind with extreme relief.

Fortunately, his memory started from wearing stockings. If it was pushed back a few minutes, he might be lying down or kneeling…

Well, there was no strange taste in his mouth. Fortunately, fortunately… As he was thinking, he heard the woman he had "possessed" snort.

"Isn't that perfect? Divorce her and marry me."

The man behind him put on his clothes and sneered.

"I have a son and a daughter. I'm planning to have a third child next year. Why should I divorce her? Besides, I still have to give half of my assets away after the divorce."

"Didn't we agree at the time that I would give you money if you were a mistress? When you've saved enough money, you can marry whoever you want, or find an honest person to marry. One day, if you want to cut ties, just let me know. However, don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have."

The woman seemed angry. She didn't say another word. When the man left, she sped down the street in her little BMW, venting.

In the end, she got into a car accident and died.

When the recollection ended, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and pinched his swollen brow, feeling a wave of indignation.

Why do this to yourself? A good woman has suitors everywhere. Why bother to get angry with a man? Out of ten men, how many are good?

Also, it's impossible for me to marry an honest man. Not in this lifetime.

As he thought this, he suddenly realized what was wrong.

Why do I feel so strongly for women? I'm a single man.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing came to a realization. He had unknowingly been influenced by the woman. His thoughts were more feminist, and he had a strong desire for money and material things in his mind.

The "never smoke again" that he had blurted out just now was also affected by the old man's spirit body.

After he stabilized his mind, a fourth spirit came over. This was a thin and handsome young man. It was easy to think of words like "little puppy".

"He doesn't look any worse than me. It's better to absorb a man's spirit body. It's safer. If something like that happens, I'll be the one on top."

He opened his mouth and sucked the man's spirit body into his stomach.

...….

Ear-piercing noise shook the eardrums. Colorful LED headlights spun, creating dazzling light pollution.

As far as the eye could see, it was full of blur figures, bobbing heads, and the acrid smell of smoke in the air.

It was a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body sway uncontrollably. At the same time, he grabbed the wine glass from the booth and drank with his friend beside him.

In the euphoric release of their emotions, in the empty joy of alcohol and music, the young man and his friend didn't exit until two in the morning.

They called a cab and returned to the rental room. His muscular friend helped him open the bedroom door.

Although Zhang Yuanqing could not control his body, he was conscious. He sensed 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 an overdose or heart attack.

While he was speculating, the young man was left on the bed. His friend removed his shoes, removed his pants, covered him with a blanket, and wiped the sweat from his face with a wet tissue.

This friend is so considerate… Zhang Yuanqing thought.

No sooner had that thought occurred to him than he realized that his friend had begun to undress and had thrown back the covers to quickly strip the young man naked.

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

Then he heard the young man mumble groggily: "Hubby~"

The "friend" pressed against the young man's limp body, raised the lubricant in his hand, and said, full of jealousy: "Raise your butt up and I'll smoothen it!"

Zhang Yuanqing's mind exploded as if he had been struck by lightning.

No! No! No!

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

In extreme fear and panic, Zhang Yuanqing forcefully interrupted the reading of the memory.

In the outpatient building, in the seat next to the toilet, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes snapped open as if he had been in a nightmare. He was breathing heavily as if he was deprived of oxygen.

His face was white, his eyes terrified. Sweat soaked his back.

"Are you all right, lad?" the lady in the next seat asked with concern.

"Have you registered? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand to show that he was fine and rushed into the toilet. He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face.

That's terrifying. Men are terrifying!

He had suffered a trauma that people of his age shouldn't have.