Spiritual Realm Walker

At 7:30 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up on the soft big bed in the dark room, covering his head and bending his body like a shrimp. My headache felt like it was about to split, my head felt like there were steel needles embedded in it, my painful scalp was twitching, and I had auditory hallucinations and hallucinations. Chaotic pictures flashed through my mind, and my ears were filled with noisy, meaningless noises. Zhang Yuanqing knew that the old disease had returned. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.