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

In the outpatient building, on the seat next to the toilet, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily like he was having a nightmare.

His face was pale, his eyes were terrified, and sweat was soaking down his back.

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

"Have you registered, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, rushed into the toilet, turned on the faucet, and slapped his face with handfuls of cold water.

Terrible, man terrible!

He suffered injuries that this gender should not have.

Cafe, under the pergola.

Holding a cup of hot coffee, Zhang Yuanqing stared blankly at the street, where street lights, car lights, and shop lights intertwined into a gorgeous and bustling night scene.

After a long time, he took a sip, and then he sighed, as if vomiting out all the mental pollution.

"Swallowing spirit bodies to increase strength seems to be a crooked way."

He finally understood why the Ye Youshen of the Supreme Unity Sect was unwilling to devour the spirit body.

If the world is compared to the sea of suffering, mortals are boats floating in it, full of misery and suffering, and everyone has their own misfortunes and pains.

These sufferings will be passed on to the Night Traveling God along with the spirit body. Even if it is only a small part, but the amount accumulates to a certain extent, and the spiritual pollution caused is extremely terrible.

Over time, schizophrenia is mild.

But the benefits are indeed immediate. His current experience value is 46%, and the time limit of the "Night Tour" skill has not been extended, it is still nine seconds, but his physical fitness has improved significantly, and his vitality and healing power have also increased.

This is a real gain.

"By the way, I don't know the cause of that gay guy's death... No, I don't want to know at all."

He took a sip of coffee with lingering fear.

.........

In the morning, the villa.

In a large conference room that can accommodate thirty people, Fu Qingyang scanned both sides of the long table, his eyes were calm and deep, like clouds accumulating a storm.

He has a handsome appearance, has the nobility and arrogance of a son of a family, and has a strong aura when his face is expressionless, which brings extremely strong psychological pressure.

"Five captains, more than a dozen team members, and dozens of security officers were mobilized, but the bewitching demon was still allowed to escape." Fu Qingyang said indifferently: "I am very disappointed in you."

On both sides of the long conference table, sat the participants of this operation, five captains and twelve team members, Li Dongze and Guan Ya were among them.

Facing the criticism from their deacon-level superiors, the captains lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

Dajiba hesitated to speak, but still couldn't hold back, and said in a low voice:

"Century Fu, Ou Xiangrong seems to have been polluted by some kind of evil force, and has become extremely powerful and crazy. This is the reason why we missed. Moreover, the bewitching demon itself is a top profession..."

Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Failure is failure, any reason is an excuse for cowards to refuse to admit their failure." JrNovels.com