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

Jiang Yubai, who was talking vigorously, turned his oval face stiff for an instant, and shouted, "Mom, he scared me again!"

The grandma scalped her grandson symbolically.

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

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

Ye Youshen's "Spirit Devouring" skill is currently the best way to upgrade. I don't know when the next spiritual realm will open. It is necessary to improve strength before entering the spiritual realm.

The same level 1, 99% and 1% experience points, the comparison of combat power can be described as very different.

The hospital is a good place for Ye Youshen to improve his experience value. He lives in the hospital, and 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 do the night wandering gods of the Taiyi sect feel taboo about devouring spirit bodies? Is it an industry rule, and they think it is detrimental to morality? Or is there another reason?"

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

The search results show: No relevant terms were found.

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In the suburbs, night began to shroud.

In the dirty living room of a cheap rental house in a certain industrial park, Ou Xiangrong came to the table full of beer cans with a large bowl of freshly cooked instant noodles.

He swept the beer cans and other sundries to the ground in a "ping-pong-pong" manner, clearing the space for the large basin, and then took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.

Eat noodles and drink heavily.

The noodles just out of the pan were extremely hot, but they couldn't burn his strong oral cells.

Ou Xiangrong, with sparse eyebrows, had a fierce expression, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes disgusted... like a mentally ill patient on the verge of getting sick.

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

Ou Xiangrong got up slowly, pulled out the willow blade pinned to the scabbard on his back waist, and leaned against the door lightly and silently.

"Bang!"

As soon as he approached the entrance, the door was roughly kicked open, and then, a blazing light lit up, and a ball of scorching fire hit him.

As the scorching wind hit his face, Ou Xiangrong stopped his pace, swung his right arm holding the knife, and the sharp light of the knife hit the fireball. With a "boom", the room was full of colorful and gorgeous flowing flames.

In the sudden flash of fire, a figure covered in flames rushed into the rental house, flicked his knees, and slammed into Ou Xiangrong like a rocket.

Ou Xiangrong was more ferocious than him, with one side of his body and his shoulder pushed forward fiercely.

"Boom!"

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

Ou Xiangrong, with burn marks all over his right hand and shoulder, endured the pain, turned around and rushed to the window. He didn't dare to walk down the corridors. The corridors of old residential buildings were cramped. Once he was surrounded, he would surely die. JrNovels.com