Spiritual Walker

In a daze, Zhang Yuanqing felt something soft and plump pressing on him, and he was a little breathless.

He opened his eyes and saw a round and delicate face and a mischievous smile.

The aunt groaned:

"You little bastard, dare to stand me up, I'll sit on you to death."

She sat on her nephew like a duck, leaning forward, raising her buttocks and sitting down hard.

Zhang Yuanqing groaned and almost died from the sitting, and angrily straightened his back and flipped the woman over.

In the aunt's scream of "Aiya", he saw that it was dark outside the window. Unknowingly, he slept from morning to night.

"It's time to eat!"

The aunt lay on her side on the bed and kicked her nephew's buttocks with a series of fatal kicks. .

"Don't retaliate, I respect the old and love the young, I won't argue with you."

Zhang Yuanqing slipped to the bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.

A rich aroma wafted through the living room. Grandpa and grandma were eating at the dining table. Grandpa had silver hair, was thin and tall, had a serious face, and was unsmiling.

"How is it? Is the person I arranged for you this time okay?"

At the dining table, grandma asked with some expectation.

"Not bad, with an annual salary of one million, a corporate executive, very satisfied!"

The aunt nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"You always say this, and always block people." Grandma stretched out her finger and poked her daughter's head hard, scolding:

"Grow up, think about how old you are."

"Yes, yes... Zhang Yuanqing was gloating on the side, and then Jiang Yuer kicked his calf hard.

The two kicked each other under the table, and the table kept "clanging".

"If you don't want to eat, get back to your room."

Grandma roared, and Zhang Yuanqing and aunt immediately lowered their heads to eat.

"Grandma, when will my cousin come back. "Zhang Yuanqing asked.

My uncle's family lives across the street. A while ago, my aunt, who came from a wealthy family, and my bohemian uncle went on a trip abroad. During this period, my cousin had dinner here.

"He said he would work overtime tonight and would not be back at night... He works hard and is completely different from his idle father." Grandma complained.

Overtime... Zhang Yuanqing couldn't hide his disappointment and said "Oh".

After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu'er went back to their rooms, leaving grandma to clean up the mess.

......

Back in his room, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door, picked up his mobile phone and called his cousin.

Since we can't talk face to face, let's call.

Even if we communicate on the phone, it's not as clear as talking face to face.

The call was connected quickly, but the speaker was a bird's chirping prompting the phone to be turned off.

"Are you in a meeting? "

Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone helplessly. As the captain of the security team, his cousin was busy with work and rest, and his diet was irregular. Such situations of not being able to contact him happened from time to time.

He was used to it.

Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, letting his thoughts fly...

Assuming that the disappearance of the soldier was man-made and the other party's target was the black card, then I had to be careful. The safest way was to hand the black card to my cousin, and then my cousin would report it to his superiors.

With the administrative level of the Songhai City Security Bureau, the influence of the forces in Jiangnan Province was limited.

But the problem was that the black card was gone, which was the most troublesome... Zhang Yuanqing scratched his head in distress.

A black card that could disappear out of thin air was terrifying to think about. If the black card could not be found, the method of handing it over to the country would not work.

I could only confess to my cousin first, then let him report to the higher-ups, and then follow the arrangements. I was just an ordinary college student and could do nothing.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing felt a little pain and heat on his forehead. He reached out and scratched it, and the pain became more intense.

Hmm? It hurts and burns, what's going on...

He left the bed in a daze, walked to the dressing mirror standing by the window, and examined himself in the mirror.

In the dressing mirror, a young man's face was reflected, with delicate features and fair skin. He did not have the perseverance beaten by the society, nor the vicissitudes washed by the years.

There was only a vigorous youth.

On his forehead, there was a black full moon mark, lifelike, and the irregular patches on the surface were clearly visible.

At the bottom of the full moon mark, there was something like a progress bar, showing: 90%

This... Zhang Yuanqing stepped back in shock. He rubbed his forehead hard, but the mark seemed like a tattoo and could not be rubbed off.

Why is there such a thing on my forehead? When did it appear? Confused thoughts flashed through his mind, mixed with panic and confusion.

"Wait! Isn't this pattern the black moon on the card?"

He was stunned at first, and then his thoughts suddenly became clear.

The black card was not lost, but entered his body and turned into a mark on his forehead in a way he couldn't understand.

Just as he was confused, he found that the progress bar under the black moon mark had turned into 92%, and his forehead was hot as the number of words jumped.

What is this, a supernatural phenomenon? High technology? Hallucination?

At this moment, the content of the letter came to his mind again: This is a gift that can change your life...

"The black card is really a treasure, so my previous guess was right. Someone coveted this card. Brother Bing didn't want the other party to succeed, so he sent it to me, and he disappeared because of this..."

Zhang Yuanqing was worried about Brother Bing, while staring at the progress bar with implicit expectation.

What will happen when the progress bar reaches 100%? Witnessing the magic in front of him with his own eyes, he was full of curiosity about the next changes.

After several more burning pains, the progress bar at the bottom of the black moon finally completed its journey and reached 100%.

The next moment, a voice without emotion and without feeling rang in my ears:

[Character card restarted...]

[Name: To be named (please name immediately)]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Night Wanderer]

[Level: 0]

[Skills: None]

[Experience value: 0%]

[Moral value: 60 (initial value)]

There is also a line of notes under the moral value:

[Never let your moral value fall below 60. You may not have had a choice before, but please be a good person now. ]

Looking at the fluorescent blue character attribute panel that appeared in front of him, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a long time, thinking what is this?

He tentatively asked: "System? "

As a web surfing expert, being well-informed is a must-have quality.

The voice without emotional fluctuations echoed in my ears again:

[Please name the character immediately!]

A fluorescent blue handwriting box popped up on the attribute panel that was frozen in mid-air.

It's not a system, otherwise the intelligence is too low and it can't communicate... Holding the idea of ​​taking one step at a time, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his finger and wrote his name:

Zhang Yuanqing

[Warning, please do not use your real name.]

Can't use your real name? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, and then wrote down the second name:

Yuanshi Tianzun

[Naming successful! The spiritual realm will be opened in ten seconds, Yuanshi Tianzun, I wish you good luck!]

Listening to the voice echoing in his ears, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, thinking what was going on, opening the spiritual realm? Shouldn't you explain what the spiritual realm is first?

Before he had time to regain his composure, the ten-second countdown had ended.

[Ding, the spirit map is open, welcome to "Night Wanderer - Sheling Tunnel", number: 0079. ]

[Difficulty level: S]

[Type: Single (Death Type)]

[Main Mission 1: Survive for three hours. ]

[Main Mission 2: Explore Spirit Realm No. 0079, current exploration degree: 0%]

[Note: Non-spiritual items cannot be brought in. ]

[Introduction to Spirit Realm No. 0079: Do you know the Sheling Tunnel, one of the top ten strange stories in Songhai? ]

[The Sheling Tunnel was built at the end of the last century. During the construction of the tunnel, a construction team entered the tunnel to dig on a rainy night and disappeared in the tunnel and never appeared again.

[The Public Security Bureau organized a search team to search for several days and found a worker who participated in the excavation that night in the mountains, but the others disappeared.

[Although the survivor survived, he was stimulated by some inexplicable stimulation, and his mind became crazy... No matter how the security guard asked, he kept saying one sentence.

[He said: Don't go into the temple, don't go into the temple...]

The voice in my ears became lower and lower, and gradually became inaudible. The scenery in front of me was like a wrinkled lake, distorted and blurred.

After a while, the picture gradually became stable, and the dim light shone on the uneven walls. Under my feet was a road paved with fine stones.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked around in astonishment and found himself in an old tunnel. The old-fashioned xenon lamp on the curved dome emitted a faint orange halo.