Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 216: Chapter 181: Want to Eat Meat? Come Find Me

Winter nights come early and are deeper dark.

The chill pervades the room, with a faint layer of white frost condensing on the windows.

As the end of the year draws near, the tubular building becomes increasingly empty and quiet.

Many who came to East Capital for work have gradually returned home early for the New Year.

With less noise, it’s rather suitable for the remaining residents to go to bed early.

In the dimly lit living room.

Fang Cheng has been practicing Tai Chi Boxing for several hours, becoming more spirited instead of sleepy.

Ding-a-ling—

Suddenly, a piercing alarm rings.

Fang Cheng stops immediately, looking at the information displayed on the panel in front of him.

[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +12]

Then he glances at the alarm clock.

11:00.

It’s getting late.

Next, he can continue sitting in meditation, practicing his Meditation Skill for a while.

With this thought, Fang Cheng immediately stops and stands up, washes up quickly, and walks into the bedroom.

Turns off the light, goes to bed.

Soon, the room plunges into pitch darkness and silence.

Neon lights flicker through the window on the seated silhouette, mysteriously bright then dim.

The city’s noise gradually quiets, various sounds fade like the tide, becoming silent, distant.

But hidden information in the dark becomes active and more noticeable than during the day.

Fang Cheng’s eyes are slightly closed, silently visualizing a flame in his mind.

Before his eyes, waves of electromagnetic signals flash and zoom by rapidly.

At the same time, the light scattered by the flame sends out invisible vibrations.

If one looks over the entire city.

More radio waves travel at high or low frequencies, weaving through skyscrapers, drifting across colorful neon lights in the cold night sky.

Some are emitted unintentionally, others pass some information between each other.

Of course, most are signals from radio stations and communication devices.

The bright circle formed by the flame seems to have a mysterious attraction to certain specific frequencies of radio waves.

While meditating, Fang Cheng constantly hears faint rustling sounds by his ear.

Sometimes it seems like someone is calling his name, sometimes it’s like the frequency hopping noise from a radio.

It’s like... many pairs of eyes hidden in the dark are secretly watching him.

However.

These strange hallucinations ultimately cannot shake a mind capable of deep Meditation.

Thus, Fang Cheng continues practicing meditation, perceiving his mental state.

Suddenly, he feels a slight movement in his heart.

He vaguely feels a strange consciousness crawling towards him along a wave, burrowing into his mind like a caterpillar.

Hush~~

Then, a breeze enters the room, chilling his spine.

As if something dark is lurking behind him.

Fang Cheng frowns slightly, still keeping calm, choosing to continue focusing deeply in Meditation.

However, this time a shadow flashes by!

Hush~

Hush~

And it seems to be exhaling a cold breath, slowly approaching, and its face becomes clearer.

Facial features like blood-drained voids, complexion as pale as unburned paper ashes.

It resembles He Yao who jumped to his death, and Wu Shihao from the Red Tiger Gang.

Even more like the many people he had killed, faces overlapping, twisted unrealistically.

They are continuously crying, the sound eerie and piercing, making one’s head buzz, unable to calm down and meditate.

Fang Cheng’s eyelids twitch involuntarily.

Suddenly he frowns, glaring with wide-opened eyes, impatiently shouting:

"Get lost!"

As he speaks forcefully, his internal organs, bones, and muscles seem to tremble in unison.

In an instant, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, thunder rumbles across the sky, shaking the whole room.

Boom—

With a faint scream arising, the figures before his eyes instantly dissipate, and silence falls around his ears.

The disturbing illusions never appear again.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng’s gaze is sharply bright, carefully scanning the surroundings.

He doesn’t find any abnormal figures or traces in the room.

Just feels a slight heat at the brow center, the flame in his mind shaking vigorously, the Spiritual Fire seemingly burning more intensely.

Fang Cheng frowns slightly, pondering for a moment.

Then he gets up from bed and walks to the window, yanking open the curtains.

Through the misty glass window, one can see the scene downstairs.

Street sides dotted with candles and cold leftover food.

A breeze blows, and the ash from the burnt paper in the fire basin flies around.

The atmosphere indeed feels a bit eerie.

Fang Cheng’s gaze flickers, looking somewhat peculiar.

Honestly, he’d rather it be vengeful spirits claiming lives, or an evil ghost during its haunt.

But from his Meditation perception, the likelihood of being attacked by spiritual power seems much higher.

Looking at the silent night sky in the early morning, feeling the chill.

Fang Cheng’s mind races through every possible suspect.

Especially that guy...

Just then, a sudden ringtone breaks the almost solid atmosphere.

Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpens, quickly picks up the cellphone from the bedside table, pressing the answer button.

"Hello..."

A very faint weak voice drifts from the phone, as if the cold wind is sobbing outside.

Listening closely, it’s actually the sound of gasping breaths.

"Xiu Mei?"

Hearing the voice is Zhou Xiumei, Fang Cheng is very surprised.

In the middle of the night, and living so close, why would this girl call him?

"Brother Cheng..."