Yes, almost forgot about that guy. Li Dongze’s words reminded the team leaders of the Night-Wanderer already recruited by the Kangyang District’s Spirit Realm team—no longer needing to borrow personnel from Taimei Gate. Dajiuba beamed with satisfaction and immediately said, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get in touch with that guy right away. It’s clear we need to cultivate our own Night-Wanderers—our own people are most reliable in times of need.” The other team leaders nodded in agreement. Dajiuba was right—though Taimei Gate’s Night-Wanderers had always been cooperative in official matters, they were still outsiders, and it simply wasn’t as convenient to rely on them as on one’s own team members. Li Dongze glanced at Fu Qingyang, who gave a slight nod, and then promptly took out his phone, stepping out of the conference room. “I’ll go get in touch with him.” … After finishing his morning lectures, Zhang Yuanqing picked up his backpack and left the classroom. He planned to skip his afternoon classes and head over to the office of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Team’s Second Squad. The focus of his future interpersonal relationships would now shift entirely to the Spirit Realm Teams Zhang Yuanqing didn't particularly like school and didn't have much enthusiasm for studying. The young people in Songhai naturally carried a deep-rooted laziness—lacking both the wolf-like drive and the determination to push forward. In this world, only two types of people truly strive: those who've been nurtured from childhood with an upward, proactive mindset, and those driven by necessity. Since becoming a Lingjing Traveler, Zhang Yuanqing finally rediscovered the long-missing spirit of perseverance. First, it was a matter of survival; second, it allowed him to fulfill his youthful dream of traveling the world with a sword in hand. The Lingjing world was full of danger and strangeness, yet once he tasted its rewards, he could no longer content himself being merely an ordinary person. When he reached the ground floor, ready to ride a shared bicycle, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Li Dongze calling. "What's up?" Zhang Yuanqing answered. "Where are you now?" Li Dongze spoke quickly and directly. "At the university," Zhang replied. "Songhai University, right? I'll have Guan Ya come pick you up right away." "Pick me up?" Zhang sensed the urgency in Li Dongze "There's a colleague who's been killed. We need the Night-Wanderer to absorb the spirit and retrieve the victim's memories. Um, you're up to that, right?" Li Dongze asked, not entirely confident. "Yeah, I think so..." Zhang Yuanqing replied, "I'll give it a try." Absorbing spirits wasn't difficult—it was the Night-Wanderer's natural ability, and the mind knew it could do it. But retrieving memories, on the other hand, was something he had never actually done before. He had no real experience, so he wasn't certain. "Then that's settled," Li Dongze said without further comment, and hung up. Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and began walking toward the school gate. A few minutes later, he stopped by the gate and waited silently for Guan Ya to come pick him up. In the meantime, he noticed a girl in a pleated long dress standing by the roadside, holding a designer bag, clearly waiting for someone. Xu Yingying? Zhang Yuanqing studied the "top girl" for a few moments. Her attire was refined—necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and handbags—all clearly of high value, setting her apart from most of the female students at the school. Girls from average families rarely achieved such an atmosphere. Noticing Zhang Yuanqing's gaze, Xu Yingying smiled gently, gently brushing back her hair, straightening her posture, and presenting her most charming pose, her heart filled with a subtle sense of superiority. The boy looked quite attractive, so she instinctively displayed her beauty. Yet now, she felt herself far beyond the realm of an ordinary college student—her entire ensemble was worth a year's living expenses for an average student. At that moment, Xu Yingying noticed a blue sports car approaching and pulling up slowly at the school gate. The woman driving wore a neat white shirt, sunglasses covering her face, making it hard to see her features. Yet the pale, sharp jawline and finely sculpted lips clearly revealed her to be a strikingly beautiful woman. Xu Yingying pursed her lips, changed her posture, and oriented the logo of her luxury handbag toward the sports car. At the same time, she noticed Zhang Yuanqing jogging over, opening the car door, and stepping inside. The wealthy woman gave it a strong burst of gas, driving off with her little puppy in tow. Xu Yingying opened her mouth in surprise, her face filled with astonishment. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether this male classmate was a reserved member of the wealthy class or simply her own colleague—the seafood merchant and the dishcloth entrepreneur. Zhang Yuanqing nodded. He examined Zhao Yingjun's body, feeling the lingering spirit within the cold corpse gradually becoming active and reviving. The essence of night-wandering deities held an irresistible attraction to spirits, capable of awakening dormant ones. Silently, he summoned the Yin energy within his body, coating his sclera and pupils with a pure black hue. He extended his hand and gently grasped the body with a virtual motion. A spectral form emerged—bearing Zhao Yingjun's facial features, yet expressionless and eyes vacant. After death, when consciousness dissipates by ninety percent, the spirit becomes thus dull and lifeless. With the loss of consciousness, memories inevitably fade, retaining only deeply held attachments. Memories of the moments just before death are often vivid and preserved due to their proximity to the time of passing. As the spirit manifested, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt an innate desire to "consume." He naturally opened his mouth and gently drew in. Zhao Yingjun's spirit transformed into a mist and drifted into his mouth. A tight ache surged in his brow, and his consciousness expanded, as if filled with countless things that didn’t belong to him. …… Zhang Yuanqing heard soft, muffled sobs, a wailing sound, and a harsh, low voice murmured in his ears: “I don’t have much patience left—better answer me properly.” He realized he was drawing upon the final memories of the spirit, slowly “opening” his eyes, and the surroundings came into focus—this was a beautifully furnished suite. He had fallen onto a soft, spacious bed, completely naked, with his clothes and the woman’s undergarments scattered haphazardly on the floor. Nearby, at the head of the bed, a young woman was curled up, also bare, her smooth, long legs, firm abdomen, and upright chest revealing the youthful, graceful contours of youth. The sobs came from her. A woman? Naked? This scene left Zhang Yuanqing momentarily stunned. He thought—how could the chief not clearly explain the scene of the crime, and yet make him witness such an unsuitable sight? I'm still a child myself. With the perspective of the deceased, he turned his gaze to the figure by the bed—a man with a stern countenance. On his left cheek ran a scar about the length of a finger; his eyebrows were sparse, and his eyes were fierce and shadowed. He held a bright, gleaming willow-blade in his hands. The murderer… Zhang Yuanqing stared intently at this face, committing every detail of his appearance to memory. By now, half of his mission was accomplished. The man pointed the tip of the blade directly at Zhang Yuanqing's chest and said with growing intensity, "Where is the Holy Grail? Where is the register?" This question seemed to have been asked many times over, his expression growing increasingly impatient, his gaze filled with murderous intent. "I don't know. I truly don't know," Zhang Yuanqing heard his own voice pleading, "Please, just spare me." The man knelt by the bed, completely losing his patience, rubbing his face with weary frustration, murmuring, "You never make use of your chances, you never make use of your chances..." As he spoke, he guided Li Ren's blade into "Zhang Yuanqing's" chest. A sharp pain surged, and Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness blurred instantly. He slumped to the ground, watching as the man unbuttoned his trousers, grasped the woman's ankle, and pulled her firmly toward himself. The scene cut off abruptly amid the woman's scream.