At night, in the high-end community where Chi Liping lives.

Wang Yang began to cultivate since nightfall, devouring the memories of all the people who fell asleep in the community one by one, enjoying their journey of life.

When you have eaten enough, you meditate and digest it, and then continue to eat until half past eight the next morning.

This night, he ate the memories of nearly fifty people, and the spiritual world was significantly enriched, and the strength of his spiritual power broke through to 2300.

What a cool word.

During the day, he continued to wander outside, and specially found a mid-range community with a high occupancy rate, and when he entered the community, he could see white-haired, black-and-white old men and old ladies everywhere exercising with children.

Although the "quality" of these people's memories is not as good as that of scholars such as professors, they are better than the quantity, and they have to be assimilated by him into their own spiritual power anyway, and it just takes a little more effort.

I found a family of three to stay in at random, and continued to practice all night until eight or nine o'clock the next day, and then made up for sleep during the day.

After spending the May 13 holiday like this, his mental strength rose to nearly 2,500, but it was still not saturated.

Special Envoy Chen once said that the longer the cultivation at this stage, the greater the expansion of the spiritual world, the higher the potential. Wang Yang was both happy, but also worried that he would not be discovered by the Underworld Sect?

After careful consideration, he decided to put aside the memories of devouring others first, and condense and compress his spiritual power, as long as he was not targeted by others to probe and attack, he would not reveal his strength.

Compared with the spiritual world to expand the sea of knowledge, the cultivation of condensing the spiritual power is obviously more difficult, and it is only in June that the spiritual power of 2600 strength is compressed into a sphere the size of half a palm.

The sphere is still too big, Mo said that compared with the envoy, even if it is far inferior to Zhang Da.

While Wang Yang was practicing hard day and day, in a hotel near Sunan University, a middle-aged man was casually logging on to the official website of the extranet dragon group through the computer.

He directly contacted the administrator of the official website and sent an email: JS107 has reached the stage of the upper level of the spiritual system, and the progress at this stage is slow, and it seems that it has reached the top of the bottle, is it recalled to participate in the God's plan?

He waited patiently for more than ten minutes before waiting for a reply: the sect leader indicated that JS107 was qualified as the No. 14 standby and stayed for a year. Special Envoy Chen Shan can return to the headquarters to report and receive God's power.

The middle-aged man who saw this news clenched his fists excitedly, and couldn't help but sigh when he was excited, he didn't expect that the little guy he had high hopes for would not be ranked in the top ten of God's plan, and he was really blind.

He only hoped that the little guy could continue to break through his potential during the year, and if he couldn't participate in the God's plan, at most, he would cultivate to the elder level, or even be an envoy.

Back then, he Chen Shan ranked ninth in the God's plan, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed.

God's plan is always far away.

He came to the second floor and saw Zhou Manman, who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and slapped half of her white and tender buttocks exposed under her short skirt. The woman screamed in fright, and her phone dropped.

"Let's go, take me to your house, and sleep at your house tonight."

"Uh-huh." Zhou Manman got up with a smile, but said aggrievedly: "Master, can you call Lingling and Meng Yao, I can't bear you alone." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go." Wang Yang shouted.

"Don't be angry, master, I was wrong."

Come to the garage and drive out of the villa.

Wang Yang was still sitting in the back row, closing his eyes and carefully sensing the light rain outside. After a while, he sighed faintly, but found nothing.

When I arrived at Zhou Manman's apartment, it was already after half past nine in the evening.

Driving the woman to take a bath and sleep, he immediately meditated cross-legged and began to read memories and cultivate spiritual power in the dreams that fell asleep around him.

Although there was no class in the morning, Wang Yang still returned to school to study and read books on his own. At noon, wander around other dormitories to replenish the spiritual power of Zhihai.

Although his cultivation was not so free when he was in school, he was willing to do it, and no matter what the future would bring, he didn't want to miss out on the four years of peace in college.

Yesterday I skipped my major, and the professor called him by name and informed the department counselor.

The department counselor called someone into the office and counted them mercilessly, and good students can't always skip class, it's really unusual.

Thanks to Wang Yang's telepathic "appeasement" of Zhou Manman, the dance class teacher in the same office as the department counselor, otherwise this woman would not have jumped up to fight for her master.

After the counselor of the department disciplined the truant students, he turned his face and showed great hospitality to Zhou Manman, and ate a big closed-door soup, and was thrown a pair of contemptuous eyes from Wang Zhi in disgrace.

When Zhou Manman sent a message to tell the master to "avenge him", Wang Yang couldn't cry or laugh at it, he was about to get tired of the crooked woman and the unreachable goddess in the eyes of others.

Alas, it's a pity that all this is a pot of superpowers, and there is no sense of accomplishment at all.

On June 16, the first half of the cultural class exam.

Wang Yang easily handed in the papers in advance and left, anyway, he was forced to leave, and left after filling in the answers. I can definitely get by, but I don't know how many points I can score.

He has been attending classes, self-study, and cultivating normally these days, and last week, he had recovered the spherical spirit body in the sea of consciousness, and his strength had strangely increased to nearly 3,000.

He didn't know if the organization had sent someone to monitor him, and he usually carefully stabilized his mental strength and did not let it go, guarding the weather forecast every day, looking forward to another more violent storm.

He was ecstatic until the weather forecast said that Typhoon Rose was about to make landfall on the central coast. There are more than ten days left for summer vacation, and you must not miss this big opportunity.

Calling home and not going back during the summer vacation is nothing more than an excuse to work and study and take the sixth level exam next year. Lu's mother and Lu's father also opened the store as usual during the summer vacation, and they agreed after a few words of blame.

Wang Yang didn't tell Sister Xiaoqing about this, they haven't been in touch for more than three weeks, which is the longest time in history.

In fact, after half a year, he has let go of something. As long as he is reluctant to bring a new life brought by superpowers, it is best not to provoke Sister Xiaoqing, which can only bring her big trouble.

Moreover, in the past few months, he and Yang Huaiyu have been quite close to each other through WX chatting, although the goods are a second generation, their morality is much stronger than him.

has such a single-minded and tireless pursuit of "brother-in-law", but it is also the happiness of Sister Xiaoqing.

As for the Cult, since the previous capture of the Metal-based Ability Awakener, there have been no new emails for the mission. Wang Yang didn't bother to do other tasks, everything was empty, and cultivation was the most important.

After the fourth-level exam, the main courses and elective courses are examined one after another, sometimes two subjects are completed in one day, and some are taken several days apart, but it is always arranged according to the mood of teachers and professors.

Just when he was taking advantage of the bad weather brought by Typhoon Rose to work hard, a brand-new black domestic Red Star sedan stopped at the gate of Xinshan Community in Shangtang City.

A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old man in a casual suit pushed open the rear door, walked down lazily, stood still, and glanced at the red-lettered gray-bottom stone sign at the gate.

He took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and put them on, and the whole person immediately became very social, and the co-pilot of the car followed a man in his thirties with a parted hair, with a briefcase under his ribs.

The man in sunglasses said lightly: "This is it?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Cao, please wait a moment, I'll check it out for you first."

The split man communicated in the guard room of the community for a while, made a few phone calls, and then trotted back and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Cao, it's a bit unfortunate, the Gao family went back to their hometown not long ago, and the mobile phone number in Shangtang City was also deactivated." ”

"Back home?" The man in sunglasses turned his head and pulled the car door and said, "Go to Tang San Middle School." ”

More than 20 minutes later, under the supervision of the secretary general directly under the Shangtang Police Division, the man in sunglasses came to the electronic monitoring switchboard room of Shangtang No. 3 Middle School.

The secretary surnamed Liu, who had a hairstyle, asked, and then said helplessly: "Mr. Cao, the monitoring records of the sophomore teaching building in May 15 were transferred to the police bureau of the jurisdiction. Wait a minute, I'll call for you. ”

"No, let's go straight to it." The man in sunglasses turned and left the room.

In another half an hour, the two came to the police bureau in the jurisdiction, and after the man surnamed Liu revealed his identity, they got the right to investigate the death monitoring record of Zhou Haitao, a sophomore at Shangtang No. 3 High School in Shangtang City for 15 years.

However, the police staff rummaged in the surveillance file room for a long time, but only found a blank surveillance video record, and after the technician came to check it, he was informed that the video file had been permanently damaged and could not be repaired.

"I want to cover it!" The man in sunglasses sneered.

He had also heard about the student's suicide from elsewhere, and after hearing it, he felt that something was not quite right, it was just a suspicion, and he came here to just take a casual look, but now he felt that there must be something wrong here.

The parents of the deceased student could not be found, and the surveillance records could not be seen, indicating that someone was causing trouble. I just don't know if it's an organization with ulterior motives or someone who is making trouble.

He thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt that it seemed that someone was trying to lead him to investigate on purpose, but at the same time, he was creating trouble, so that he could not find out the truth smoothly.

"Go, bring the death identification report, autopsy report, investigation confession file, and all the materials of the student named Zhou Haitao."

The man with the split head hurriedly whispered, "Mr. Cao, this needs to say hello to the above." ”

"Beckoning you to fight, I won't show up, and don't mention me to anyone. When someone asked, they said that it was an investigation order approved by the Administrative Security Bureau, and the investigator was Cao 17, and asked them to report and apply for investigation. ”

"Doesn't that seem to be in accordance with the rules?"

Cao Qiqi put on sunglasses and smiled: "The rule is dead, people are alive, so let's do it." ”

Secretary Liu paused and asked, "Okay, then what else does Mr. Cao need me to do?" ”

"If you can't find the video, you can still find someone, anyone who has watched the video of Zhou Haitao's death can find it. The principal, the director of academic affairs, the Gao family and his wife, and the police officers all gave me the list and contact information. ”

"It's going to take some time."

"It's okay, I have time." Cao Qiqi smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Do things for me, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you know?" ”

"Understood."

Thinking of the other party's origin, Secretary Liu couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and went cautiously.

Li Mengyao chatted with him for a while, but she couldn't stay tired, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and lay on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.

Wang Yang meditated cross-legged and began to read the life memories of the people who fell asleep in this strange neighborhood.

Recently, he has been sleeping for four hours after eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and at night he has been wandering around various neighborhoods to commit crimes, reading the memories of many people.

At the beginning, the two hundred people mentioned by Special Envoy Chen, he had already exceeded this number, and it was estimated that 1,000 people were about to be available, and he didn't know when he would be able to reach the top of the bottle.

Without the assistance of the Heavenly Magnetic Field Energy, his spiritual power in the sea of consciousness improved slowly, and although it had risen to 4,000 strength, the speed was far less than his previous cultivation.

It would be nice if you could sense the energy of the celestial magnetic field all the time.

It's not that Wang Yang hasn't tried this possibility, but no matter how he meditates and concentrates, under normal weather, the heavenly magnetic field energy is as unsearchable as if he has escaped into the void, which is very strange.

Fortunately, there are still more than 40 days left in the summer vacation, and I hope that there will be a few more thunderstorms.

At half past six the next morning, after Wang Yang finished his cultivation, he left the community with the sleepy-eyed Li Mengyao. Back at the villa, he made up for sleep with the little women.

After waking up at eleven o'clock, he took a half-high-energy nutritional pill and worked out in the gym on the first floor, and then wore only a pair of boxer shorts in the villa hall to read books and play computer games.

The sun was shining outside, and the summer weather had returned to the past.

Qin Ya came over in tight hot pants that were short to her thighs, sat on the sofa and put Wang Yang's body down on her lap, massaged him and said with a smile: "Wang Yang, then I'll take them to play, just right, Zheng Wanxin will also go with us." ”

"Wang Yang, I'm going too. Ruan Xiaoqian sent me a message just now, asking me if I have time to do a live broadcast with her today. Li Mengyao, who had just recovered from sleeping, also ran downstairs.

Wang Yang said: "Let's go, Mengyao, you can play with her, but don't mention the relationship between the two of us, and don't talk about me." You treat you as friends outside, don't say anything about your name and family situation, you have to keep it secret, do you know? ”

"Got it, we're not going to talk nonsense." The women said in unison.

"Come back after dark, don't play too late."

"Hmm."

Wang Yang has been studying and cultivating his temperament recently, and he has reduced his evil thoughts a lot, and he has not spoiled other innocent women indiscriminately, and his attitude towards female slaves has improved a lot.

There is a little less tyranny and more pampering.

For the future of these female slaves, he is ready to treat them like Sister Xiaoqing, and let them go free after graduating from college. He asked Zheng Wanxin to remarry while she was young before, which was also the idea.

Just enjoy their youth for a while, there is no need to toss them for the rest of their lives.

In the afternoon, after the villa was empty and the women had gone out to have a good time, someone could cultivate quietly and further compress their spiritual power.

The efforts during this period were not without effect, the strength of the mental power increased greatly from 2500 to 4000, but the volume of the compressed sphere was reduced to the size of a thumb.

The spiritual power sphere entrenched in the sea of consciousness is round, high-speed rotation, and pure, except for Zhang Da, whose strength far exceeds that of the fire-type ability, it is also getting closer and closer to him in other aspects.

However, the opponent is a non-spiritual ability, and the attack advantage is not in the mental power.

Speaking of abilities, Wang Yang was quite envious of Xu Lin, the supervision envoy that day, and the other party's gravitational superpower really opened his eyes.

The guy casually grabbed a high-end solid wood dining table weighing about 200 catties in the air, and instantly destroyed it into sawdust and flying slag, which looked like a bunker, and pinched to death is no different from ants.

Alas, although the spiritual system is also awesome, the attack method is a simple and crude spiritual attack, which belongs to the "you lie down before I do it" combat type, and the scene is really not exciting enough.

Wang Yang didn't bury his superpowers too much, and it was somewhat similar to the Uchiha family in Naruto, and he could be regarded as a high-end bloodline player.

I just don't know how effective his illusion space is on the Adept.