"What a terrifying Mountain Temple…"
Zhang Yuanqing leaned back and gave his weight to the back of the chair.
He closed his eyes and combined the information with his own personal experience. He analyzed the Mountain Temple through the inspiration he'd gained from playing games and looked for patterns.
"The vengeful spirit can be dispelled by candlelight. There's a 15-minute safe time for each removal, and I won't be immediately injured after it's attached to me…"
"Be careful of the banyan tree in the east courtyard. I can't turn back. Why can't I turn back? What situation can't I turn back? What will happen if I turn back? Why isn't it written in the information?"
"I can't be sure if the roar has anything to do with the banyan tree yet. If it's unrelated, there's another danger. Is the true appearance of those red dancing shoes a tool? A rule-type tool. It sounds very classy."
"From the looks of it, the seniors of the construction team had most likely been trampled to death by the red dancing shoes, crushing all their bones."
"Although I learned some dancing under Uncle's nurturing, if even a Level 1 Night Wanderer can't handle it, a child like me definitely can't either… If Uncle meets the pair of red dancing shoes, he can definitely dance until the end of time…"
This kind of thing should be done by his unreliable uncle. After all, his uncle loved singing and dancing in his free time.
Wait!
Zhang Yuanqing's eyes suddenly lit up.
According to the information, the fundamental reason for the Night Wanderer's failure was that he had no dancing experience. Most importantly, he could not remember the messy dance steps.
This was most likely beyond the limits of ordinary memorization.
But he didn't have such worries. All he had to do was push himself and let the old illness relapse. His brain would go into overload mode and everything that he had seen and heard would be replayed in his mind.
Moreover, under overload, the brain's control over the body far exceeded that of ordinary people. It was not a problem to do some high-energy movements.
"The problem is that non-Spirit Realm items can't be brought in. My medicine might not be able to enter. Once my old illness relapses, I don't know what will happen to me without the medicine to suppress it."
There was no need to think about such things by himself. He could just ask directly. Otherwise, why would he join an official organization?
Zhang Yuanqing grabbed his phone, opened the call log, and called Guan Ya back.
The call was answered after a few rings.
"Have you finished reading the information?"
Guan Ya was preparing to rest. She was a woman who took care of herself. She hated staying up late and being disturbed in her sleep.
However, she had a high tolerance for Zhang Yuanqing. Who could bear to speak ill of a boy who was about to die? Besides, he was handsome and spoke nicely.
"I've read it. There are some things I don't quite understand." Zhang Yuanqing asked, "What are rule-type tools?"
Guan Ya explained, "There are many types of tools in the Spirit Realm, and their functions are all different. Our official organization summarizes three categories based on the characteristics of the tools. They are the price-type, the rule-type, and the other category that isn't too clear. My level isn't high enough to come into contact with it."
At this, she added with a smile, "Rule and price tools are usually equal in value. After all, the functions of the tools are different and cannot be measured by a single standard. But one thing is recognized. Rule-type tools are more troublesome and rarer to deal with. Every rule-type tool is priceless."
She paused and then went on:
"The way to deal with rule-type tools is not a secret in official organizations. It's to find its pattern and overcome its rules. The fact that the red dancing shoes invited dancing is mentioned in the profile most likely fits its rules."
"If you can complete its invitation, there's a chance you'll be able to subdue this rule-type tool. Only a chance, of course. It depends on many factors, like whether it's willing or not, whether it's ownerless, and so on."
However, you can just dream about subduing rule-type tools. Don't take it seriously… she thought.
Zhang Yuanqing listened patiently and asked, "One more thing. Can medicine be brought to the Spirit Realm?"
"Other than normal clothes, most things in reality can't be brought into the Spirit Realm. Medicine can be used, but it has to be taken in advance."
"What about in your mouth?"
"That…" Guan Ya could not answer.
It seemed that he had to try it himself…
"I have no further questions, thank you."
Guan Ya grunted and smiled, "Take care, little boy. By the way, it's Scorpio's lucky day."
'Huh?' Before Zhang Yuanqing could react, the other party had hung up.
He put the phone down and checked the time. It was past midnight.
Tomorrow morning, he would enter the Spirit Realm again.
…
The next day.
Li Dongze leaned on his cane and stepped into the glass building behind the bureau.
As a leader who did not need to clock in, he was used to putting off work for an hour. Sometimes, he simply did not go to work. He enjoyed a high degree of freedom.
He also neglected to manage the Spirit Realm Walkers under him and let them do as they pleased.
Firstly, other than Guan Ya, no one else was part of the White Tiger Soldiers.
Secondly, the death rate of Spirit Realm Walkers was extremely high. They might not be able to come out after entering the Spirit Realm.
Life was too short for worries.
Li Dongze went to the second floor and habitually scanned the office area. At the empty desk sat Guan Ya, who was working hard, and Wang Tai, who was looking up information and writing papers.
"Guan Ya, did you give him the information?"
"I did."
Li Dongze nodded but said nothing. He turned and went into the luxurious office.
Guan Ya dropped the subject and bowed her head.
Li Dongze entered the office and went to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of vodka, bite the lime, and drank it all.