Chapter 1 I Almost Forgot About That Kid

Li Dongze's words reminded the captains that the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team had already recruited a Night Watcher, so they no longer needed to borrow someone from the Taiyi Sect.

Da Ji Ba's face lit up with joy, and he immediately said, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and contact that kid. That's why we need to cultivate our own Night Watchers. At critical moments, our own people are the most reliable."

The other captains' brows relaxed.

Da Ji Ba's words made sense. Although the Taiyi Sect's Night Watchers were always very cooperative in serious matters, they were still outsiders after all, and definitely not as convenient to use as their own people.

Li Dongze glanced at Fu Qingyang, and seeing him nod slightly, he immediately took out his phone and walked out of the meeting room.

"I'll go contact him."

.........

After finishing his morning's professional course, Zhang Yuanqing slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the classroom. He planned to skip the afternoon class and go to the office of the second team of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm team.

His future interpersonal interactions and other focuses would all shift to the Spirit Realm team.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't really like school and wasn't very interested in studying. The young people of Songhai all had a kind of laziness in their bones, lacking wolfishness and drive.

There were only two kinds of people in this world who would work hard, one was those who had cultivated a positive and upward habit from childhood, and the other was those who were forced by life.

After becoming a Spirit Realm Walker, Zhang Yuanqing finally regained his long-lost fighting spirit.

Firstly, he was forced by life and death, and secondly, he could fulfill his youthful dream of wandering the martial world with a sword.

The Spirit Realm was full of danger and strangeness, but once he tasted the sweetness, he would no longer be willing to be an ordinary person.

Arriving downstairs, just as he was about to grab a shared bicycle, the phone in his pocket rang.

It was Li Dongze calling.

"Team Leader?" Zhang Yuanqing answered.

"Where are you now?" Li Dongze's tone was extremely fast, and he cut straight to the point.

"At school."

"Songhai University, right? I'll have Guan Ya come pick you up right now."

Pick me up? Zhang Yuanqing heard the urgency in Li Dongze's tone and tentatively asked, "What's the matter?"

"A colleague was killed. We need a Night Watcher to devour the spirit body and obtain the other party's memory. Um, you don't have a problem with that, right?" Li Dongze asked with some concern.

Uh, I should be able to, right... Zhang Yuanqing said, "I'll try?"

Devouring a spirit body wasn't difficult. This was a Night Watcher's innate skill. His brain told him he could, but in terms of reading memories, he had never actually devoured a spirit body before and had no experience, so he couldn't guarantee it.

"Then that's it." Li Dongze didn't say much and hung up the phone.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and walked towards the school gate on foot.

A few minutes later, he stopped at the school gate, waiting silently for Guan Ya to pick him up. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing noticed a girl in a pleated long skirt, carrying a designer bag, standing by the roadside not far away, as if waiting for someone.

Xu Yingying?

Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized this "class beauty" a few times. Her clothes were very particular. Bracelet, necklace, earrings, bag... they all looked expensive, very different from most of the female students in the school.

Girls from ordinary families couldn't pull off this kind of look.

Noticing Zhang Yuanqing's gaze, Xu Yingying smiled faintly, while lifting her hair and straightening her back, striking the most attractive pose. At the same time, she felt a little superior in her heart.

This boy looked quite good, so she subconsciously showed off her beauty.

But she was no longer in the same world as ordinary college students, so she was filled with a sense of superiority.

Her outfit was worth a year's living expenses for an ordinary college student.

At this moment, Xu Yingying saw a blue sports car drive up and slowly park at the school gate.

The woman driving the car was wearing a crisp white shirt and sunglasses, making it impossible to see her face clearly, but her fair and pointed chin and delicately carved mouth made it easy to tell that she was a high-value beauty.

Xu Yingying pursed her lips and changed her posture, turning the logo of her designer bag towards the sports car.

At the same time, she saw Zhang Yuanqing trot towards the sports car, open the door, and get into the car.

The sugar momma stepped on the gas pedal, and sped away with the kept boy.

Xu Yingying opened her mouth, her face full of surprise.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether this male classmate was a low-key rich kid, or her colleague—a seafood merchant or a steel wool merchant.

.........

Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, morgue.

Zhang Yuanqing stood beside the morgue bed and opened the white cloth. A tragic corpse appeared before his eyes.

The deceased's body was covered with bruises and knife marks, and the wound on his chest was turned outwards, a shocking sight.

If it had been two days ago, seeing such a corpse, Zhang Yuanqing would definitely have felt physically uncomfortable, but after experiencing the beatings in the Mountain God Temple, a corpse could no longer cause him too much disturbance in his heart.

"You can start now."

Li Dongze said expectantly, leaning on his cane to the side.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. He scrutinized Zhao Yingjun's corpse, feeling the Ling (spiritual energy) remaining in this cold body gradually becoming active, gradually reviving.

The Night Watcher's aura had a fatal attraction to Ling, and could awaken a sleeping Ling.

He silently mobilized the Taiyin (lunar) power in his body, covering his pupils and whites of his eyes with a layer of pure black, and stretched out his hand, grabbing at Zhao Yingjun's body.

He grabbed a phantom figure.

This figure had Zhao Yingjun's features, but its expression was dull, and its eyes were empty.

After a person died, ninety percent of their consciousness dissipated, and the Ling body would become so dull. If consciousness dissipated, the memory would naturally be incomplete, leaving only some memories of deep obsessions.

Memories before death were often deeply imprinted and close to death, so they would be preserved.

After grabbing the Ling body, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a desire to "eat." He naturally opened his mouth and gently sucked.

Zhao Yingjun's Ling body turned into blue smoke and floated into his mouth.

His brow felt a burst of throbbing pain, and his consciousness seemed to expand, with many things that didn't belong to him filling him.

........

Zhang Yuanqing heard a low sobbing sound, a 'woo woo' wailing sound, and a fierce and sinister voice sounded in his ear:

"I don't have much patience. You better answer obediently."

He knew that he was reading the last memory of the Ling body, and slowly "opened" his eyes. The surrounding scenery became clear. This was a luxuriously decorated suite.

He fell onto the soft big bed, completely naked, with clothes and women's underwear scattered on the floor.

Not far from him, at the head of the bed, curled up a young woman, also naked, with fair and tender long legs, a tight abdomen, and upright breasts, showing off her youthful and proud curves.

The sobbing sound came from her.

Woman? Naked? This scene stunned Zhang Yuanqing. He thought, why didn't Team Leader explain the situation of the crime scene clearly? How can you let me see scenes that are not suitable for children? I'm still a child...

From the deceased's perspective, he looked at the person beside the bed, a man with a fierce face, a half-finger-long scar on the left side of his cheek, sparse eyebrows, and fierce and gloomy eyes.

He was holding a shiny willow blade in his hand.

The murderer... Zhang Yuanqing stared at this face, firmly remembering his appearance.

At this point, half of his mission was completed.

The man pointed the tip of the knife at "Zhang Yuanqing's" chest and said fiercely:

"Where is the Holy Grail, where is the roster?"

He seemed to have asked this question many times, his expression full of impatience, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"I don't know, I really don't know... Please, let me go." Zhang Yuanqing heard 'himself' begging for mercy.

The man squatted by the bed, completely losing his patience, rubbing his face as if exhausted, and muttering:

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless, I gave you a chance, but you were useless..."

Saying that, he plunged the tip of the willow blade into 'Zhang Yuanqing's' chest.

A sharp pain came, and his consciousness blurred instantly. Zhang Yuanqing slumped softly on the ground, watching the man unbuckle his belt, grab the beautiful woman's ankle, and pull her hard towards himself.

The picture stopped abruptly amidst the woman's screams.