spy cloud

On the banks of the Huangpu River, beside a stone path, a person is sitting on the path.

There was a small cardboard box next to him, and several bottles of strong liquor beside it. The person sitting by the path was taking a sip of the liquor and gazing at the Huangpu River.

"It's time!"

He gently placed the cardboard box there and tapped it a few times. He then saw that the books inside had vanished, replaced by some small, broken medicine bottles.

These are some small medicine bottles he had used during previous surgeries; after all, he had already guessed this possibility.

However, things happened much faster than he had imagined.

He took out a few bottles of strong liquor and carefully poured them directly onto the cardboard box. Then, he carefully took out a box of matches.

As a faint flame rose, he threw the match directly onto the cardboard box.

As the match ignited the liquor on the cardboard box, flames instantly appeared, seemingly burning directly into the box.

He didn't stop there; instead, he took out another bottle from his pocket—an IV drip bottle used in hospitals. However, as he opened the cap...

A strong smell of gasoline wafted over, and Zhang Tianhao poured the gasoline back onto the cardboard box, making the flames burn even brighter.

Then he stood to the side, smoking a cigarette, watching the flames burn; the whole scene looked rather eerie.

Not far away, two young men watched Zhang Tianhao's actions with amusement.

After all, they burned everything in the hospital. What does that mean? Did they really not want it anymore? That can't be right!

Watching the cardboard box slowly turn into a pile of ashes, and even some burnt medicine bottles and the like, it seemed to be blown away by the gentle breeze.

The ashes were slowly blown away by the wind and gradually dissipated.

Zhang Tianhao did not leave immediately. Instead, he gave a wry smile. After finishing his fifth cigarette, he stood up, lightly patted his backside, and turned to walk directly towards the concession.

When the two young men who were watching him from a distance saw Zhang Tianhao stand up, they cautiously peeked out and glanced at him. Then one of them went straight to the place where Zhang Tianhao had burned.

Zhang Tianhao, with a somewhat dejected expression, headed in another direction.

As for what was behind him, he didn't turn around to look, or rather, he didn't bother to look at it at all, and it didn't matter to him much.

As Zhang Tianhao left, the young man examined what Zhang Tianhao had just burned and was somewhat stunned.

After all, these were medicine bottles, so it was easy to understand why Zhang Tianhao burned them.

After all, keeping these medicines with him would be a curse, not a blessing.

"This Dr. Wang is truly a wise man!"

He sighed. Anyone who wasn't an idiot could get a batch of medicines from the church hospital. These were all treasures. But the problem was that the Japanese and the secret service wouldn't allow so many medicines to be left out in the open.

"Impressive, amazing, I never expected this! I really never expected this."

The young man gave a wry smile, kicked the medicine bottles, and watched as all the bottles were burned, with many even breaking apart.

Even if there were no broken ones, the medicine inside was burned and completely useless, turning as black as charcoal.

He turned and ran towards the young man who was following Zhang Tianhao.

……

Back home, looking at the empty house, Zhang Tianhao still felt a bit lonely. After all, this loneliness stemmed from the lack of warmth and human connection in the house, or rather, the feeling of solitude he experienced as a single person.

Sitting at the stone table, I picked up the kettle beside me, poured myself a glass of water, and then let my mind wander, idly passing the time.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky gradually darkened.

When he regained consciousness, he was completely stunned.

"No, why am I feeling so lonely? This shouldn't be happening. I haven't felt this kind of loneliness in a long time. What's going on? Why am I feeling this kind of loneliness?"

You must know that he has cultivated to a high level, so there will be absolutely no problems with his mental state. As for his physical state, he has already reached the Transformation Realm, and he may be able to cultivate the Core Realm at the next step.

He couldn't help but start thinking and examining his own situation, since this was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation.

He slightly moved his mental energy, and it immediately returned to its usual vastness, like the ocean.

However, when he was about to extend his spirit out of his body to look around, he felt a slight resistance.

"What's going on?"

He examined it again, while simultaneously circulating his inner energy.

Time passed slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's not that there's a problem with my mental cultivation, nor is it a problem with my body. Rather, my mental energy is preparing for a transformation, but this process may take a while."

He can now use at least half less of his mental energy, otherwise it would affect the transformation of his mental energy, which is not a good thing for him.

The main issue is that he seems to be carrying a lot of karma.

He knew that this was the reason he went on a killing spree, and that it was not a good thing for him.

It is said that when the karmic forces of heaven and earth are upon you, everything goes wrong.

However, he also possesses a special kind of luck, which brings him even more benefits.

Looking at his condition, he sighed. Killing so many Japanese in one go had a significant impact on him.

It used to take at most six months for one's mental strength to transform, but now it's unclear when that will take.

The most important thing is to gradually reduce the karmic consequences of killing a large number of Japanese people. This is the key point, otherwise his spiritual cultivation will be greatly affected.

Even now, his mental strength can only expand to a maximum of two hundred meters in four directions, and he can't go any further. This is a bad result for him.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle!"

Although it had a significant impact on him, it was still within an acceptable range, and it even allowed him to experience the life of an ordinary person once again.

"Perhaps, not using mental power unless absolutely necessary is also a form of self-cultivation for me."

He gradually understood the reason behind it, and began to calm himself down, then gathered all his spiritual energy back into himself.

He walked to the kitchen, looked around, and then took out a large iron pot to start cooking.

This time, he's going to cook several pots of rice and store them in his spatial storage, so he can eat them slowly when he has time. They won't spoil anyway. There are also various dishes, which he'll also eat gradually. (End of Chapter)