Seven o'clock in the evening, dining table.

Grandma looked around the table to the family members, and announced in a good mood:

"Yuanzi, your uncle will be back tomorrow afternoon. Yuanjun, remember to drive to pick him up. Yu'er, go home early after get off work."

Yu'er is my aunt's nickname.

Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuyi each gnawed on a chicken leg, while Chen Yuanjun drank chicken soup, both with calm expressions on their faces.

When grandma saw this, she clapped her chopsticks and glared: "Did you hear what I said?"

"oh."

"Um."

"knew."

grandmother:""

My uncle and aunt have been traveling abroad for almost two months. My uncle is neglectful and cynical, and my aunt is totally uninterested. There is no difference between having them in the house and not having them in the house.

Just coming back is coming back, it's not a big happy event worthy of celebration, probably only grandma will be happy because uncle is back.

Jiang Yuyi gnawed on the chicken leg and said, "Why don't the scum of the family play for a few more months? The house is extra clean without them."

Chen Yuanjun glanced at his sister-in-law and said, "Don't say that. After all, the scum of the family is my father."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his cousin and said, "Don't say that. After all, the scum of the family is my uncle."

Seeing that her grandmother was furious and wanted to tear her unworthy descendants apart with her hands, Jiang Yuyi quickly comforted her and brought up a topic that would definitely be of interest to her mother:

"Mom, our hospital is haunted."

Haunted? Zhang Yuanqing immediately raised his ears.

As expected, grandma no longer cared about her son and asked hurriedly:

"Oh, what's going on? Tell mom."

"Sister Zhou from our department heard the laughter of children in the office when she was on duty at night. 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, and she almost died

She was scared to death."

The aunt plausibly said: "Not only Sister Zhou, but other colleagues on the night shift also said that they occasionally heard the laughter of children in the middle of the night. Everyone said that it must be an aborted child who was unwilling to give up and lingered in the hospital."

Grandma listened with great interest and commented: "It's really evil. I think it's probably the same. I'll wait until you work the night shift and ask Motoko to accompany you. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, yes, yes"

Grandma's gossip was not passed down to her mother, but was inherited by her aunt. Zhang Yuanqing listened to the mother and daughter's chirping gossip, but the interest aroused in his heart slowly died out.

As a night wandering god, he knew immediately that this was a rumor and was not true.

First of all, it is impossible for spirits to make sounds because they have no entity and no vocal cords, unless the power of the spirit directly acts on the human spirit.

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

Finally, ordinary people cannot see spiritual bodies with their naked eyes. Those who are short-lived and have strong Yin Qi may interact with spiritual bodies, so occasional situations are reasonable.

But many people have heard babies laughing, which is ridiculous.

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

Just as Jiang Yubai was talking enthusiastically, his oval face suddenly stiffened and he shouted: "Mom, he scared me again!"

Grandma symbolically scalped her grandson.

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After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing quietly left home and took a taxi to the nearest tertiary A hospital.

He is going to the hospital to save the dead and increase his experience points.

The "Spirit Devouring" skill of the Night Traveler is currently the best way to upgrade. I don't know when the next spiritual realm will be opened, so it is necessary to improve your strength before entering the spiritual realm.

It's also level 1, with 99% and 1% experience points, so the comparison of combat power is completely different.

The hospital is a good place for Night Wanderers to increase their experience points. They are all born, old, sick and die in the hospital. Of course, the crematorium is also very good, but the crematoriums in Songhai are all in the suburbs and there are few in the urban area.

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

"Why are the Night Traveling Gods of the Taiyi Sect so taboo about swallowing spirits? Is it an industry rule? Is it because they think it is detrimental to their moral integrity? Or is there another reason?"

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, logged into the official forum of Spiritual Realm Walker, and searched for relevant information.

The search results show: No relevant terms found.

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In the suburbs, night begins to cover.

In the dirty living room of a low-cost rental house in an industrial park, Ou Xiangrong held a large basin of freshly cooked instant noodles and came to the table filled with beer cans.

He swept the beer cans and other debris to the ground with a casual sweep, clearing the space for the large basin, and then took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.

Eat a lot of noodles and drink a lot.

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

The expression of Ou Xiangrong, who has sparse eyebrows, is sometimes fierce, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes disgusting. He is like a mental patient on the verge of onset.

Suddenly, his ears moved, he stopped using his chopsticks, and his expression immediately turned ferocious.

Ou Xiangrong stood up slowly, pulled out the willow blade from the scabbard on his waist, and leaned against the door lightly and silently.

"Bang!"

As soon as he approached the entrance, the door was violently kicked open. Then, a blazing light lit up and a scorching fireball hit him.

The scorching wind blew against his face. Ou Xiangrong paused and waved his right arm holding the sword. The sharp sword light hit the fireball, and with a "boom", the room was filled with colorful and gorgeous flames.

In the sudden firelight, a figure with a flaming body rushed into the rental house, bounced his knees, and slammed into Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.

Ou Xiangrong was even more cruel than him, thrusting one side of his body and shoulder forward fiercely.

"Bang!"

The figure flew backwards and hit the wall of the corridor, causing the wall to shake violently.

Ou Xiangrong, whose right hand and shoulder were covered with burn marks, endured the pain and turned and rushed towards the window. He did not dare to take the corridor. The corridor of the old residential building was narrow. If he was surrounded, he would die without a doubt.

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

"Bang bang!"

Ou Xiangrong, who had just smashed through the window, heard two gunshots. He used the willow blade to knock away the bullet that hit his head, but he was unable to stop the bullet that hit his chest.

The bullet's powerful kinetic energy penetrated the skin and was stuck by the strong muscles.

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

She held a silver pistol in each hand, and two gun holsters were tied to her long legs covered in black stockings.

Bang Bang Bang The mixed-race beauty fired calmly, with precise shooting skills, as if she could predict his falling trajectory.

After Ou Xiangrong was shot several times, he finally landed. He suddenly looked at the mixed-race woman, with two twisted blood runes appearing in his pupils.

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

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed flames, but the bullet failed to break the woman's smooth forehead and was blocked by a pair of rough palms.

She didn't know when a worker wearing a miner's hat appeared next to her. His dark face was solemn and he said:

"The bewitched demon?"

"Level 3 bewitching demon."

In the darkness, a man walking with a cane walked up, wearing a black formal suit with a black vest and a white shirt, and his oily hair was combed meticulously.

"Let the little ones set up defenses outside the community and stay away from here."

Another voice came, and a beautiful woman wearing an ink cheongsam walked out of the corridor. Her temperament was gentle and quiet, and her appearance was beautiful.

Ou Xiangrong held the knife and looked around with a gloomy expression.

"Boom boom boom"

At this time, the roar of a locomotive came from the distance, the bright lights pierced the darkness, and a motorcycle roared over. The woman on the car was wearing a white racing suit, leaning over her upper body, holding a three-foot-long black

With a long sword, he charged forward first.

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

Tang Guoqiang, who was wearing a miner's hat, pressed his hands on the ground. The concrete floor cracked and shattered, and a pair of hands condensed with soil grabbed Ou Xiangrong's feet.

Ou Xiangrong calmly waved the willow blade, knocking away the bullet at a tricky angle. The bullet collided with the blade and produced dazzling sparks.

Immediately afterwards, his leg muscles swelled, shattering the soil in his hands, and he rolled forward, just in time to avoid the Flame Man who was rushing down from the third floor.

After rolling to his feet, he ran wildly towards the woman riding the motorcycle.

In the night, the two people passed by each other. The sharp willow blade cut open the woman's chest, but it did not feel like cutting a solid object. The woman on the motorcycle turned into water the moment she was struck by the blade.
To be continued...