The spirit bodies turned into a torrent of memories that washed through his sea of consciousness. Zhang Yuanqing saw fragmented scenes flash past, witnessing the brief lives of the two Spirit Mediums. Well, the events that had left the deepest impressions on them in life.
After death, a spirit body became incomplete, and so did its memories. Only the more profound moments in a person's life, along with memories close to the time of death, remained.
One of the Spirit Mediums—the Cockroach Man—had once been a fallen peace officer. In his youth, he had been full of righteous fervor, swearing never to coexist with gambling and drugs while taking a tolerant attitude toward prostitution.
Later, he discovered that his superior was a protective umbrella and his colleagues were accomplices. Because he refused to join them, he was framed and thrown into prison. There, he underwent a great awakening. From then on, he abandoned morality and conscience, embraced darkness, and became a Voodoo Master.
"So one must blend in with the light." Deacon Sun, the psychologist at the Songhai Branch, suddenly came to Zhang Yuanqing's mind.
That was how extreme people were. Once their faith collapsed, they swiftly turned dark, falling more thoroughly than anyone else.
But those who blended in with the light were different. They had seen darkness and gained clarity of mind, making them steadier and more resolute instead.
"But blending in with the light doesn't suit my personality." Zhang Yuanqing muttered inwardly and continued absorbing the spirit fragments.
A few seconds later, he had completely absorbed the memory fragments, and delight filled his face.
He had found several extremely important pieces of intelligence. First, there were six Spirit Energy Society bases in total, large and small. Excluding the major base guarded by a Sovereign, the remaining five