After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Yuan Zhuoyue just smiled but did not make any response to this statement.

Because she knew better than anyone that it was not because they were unlucky, but because she herself was deliberately searching for the whereabouts of the [filthy] power in this city.

When she discovered that her previous illness might have been caused by the power called "filth" by the small golden cube.

I have personally witnessed the series of impacts that this [filthy] power has on normal people, but the samples I have seen are too few, with only two victims of this power.

One of the older men did show obvious symptoms, but the younger woman did not seem to be affected at all.

Even as a control group for verification, such data is too scarce to serve as valid evidence.

In such a situation, Yuan Zhuoyue would naturally want to collect a large amount of materials to verify his ideas.

She relied on her own perception to search for the whereabouts of those [filthy] forces in the city.

It was an indescribable feeling. She seemed to want to pursue this power. When she found it, she could feel the existence of those [filthy] powers.

It felt like she couldn't see the road when she walked with her eyes closed, but when she opened her eyes, she could easily walk along the road under her feet.

For her, it was very simple, as if it was an instinct like breathing or blinking.

According to her observation, the golden cube that claimed to be a system and said that clearing away these filth was the hidden task she had to complete did not have the ability to sense these filthy forces.

When those things formed by the accumulation of filth were pulled out by her with her own power... no, with the power contained in her body that she was using now, this small golden cube could feel the existence of [filth].

This made Yuan Zhuoyue really not know how to describe his complicated feelings. It was really hard to break down...

This small golden cube calls itself a system after all, but so far it has not demonstrated any useful capabilities.

Yuan Zhuoyue even doubted that the transfer of her consciousness from her original body to this body containing tremendous power was not operated by this small golden cube.

Apart from being cowardly and fearful, the only thing he revealed was his endless stream of chatter that seemed to never stop.

If speaking is his ability, then this ability of his is already extraordinary. After all, not everyone is like a chatterbox that cannot be stopped.

It even got to the point where Yuan Zhuoyue felt he was being noisy when he spoke.

If it wasn't for Yuan Zhuoyue who wanted to see what else could come out of the colander, she would have definitely stopped him sternly.

Shut up this chatterbox.

Because that noise really gave her a headache.

It is this situation that makes Yuan Zhuoyue admire the person who can get along with this little golden cube.

Because she decided to collect a large number of samples as a reference for her inferences, Yuan Zhuoyue would naturally follow the power of "filth" that she perceived and pursue the existence of the victims of those powers.

Although in her perception, with such a huge population base in this city, there are indeed many such [filthy] forces.

But Yuan Zhuoyue counted carefully and found that although the "filth" she could feel in this city was as high as over a hundred places, compared with the population of hundreds of billions, it was not even a drop in the bucket.

Yuan Zhuoyue pursued the power he sensed and started to confirm it from the place closest to him, but he found that most of those [filthy] powers were intangible.

It is like a thin layer of smoke that lingers around those who become tainted by these powers.

As for the power of these smoky [filth], Yuan Zhuoyue did not even use the power in his current body, but just moved a little closer to the source of the filth.

The [filthy] power that lingered on others like a thin mist dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

In such a situation, Yuan Zhuoyue cannot be used as a reference sample at all. Although she can sense the existence of those [filth], she cannot tell the power of those [filth], whether it is strong or weak.

Yuan Zhuoyue had no other choice but to follow his feelings and go to the places where the [filth] was located one by one to confirm what the situation was.

So she spent almost half a day, following the principle of going to the nearest place, from outside the Sixth Ring Road to inside the Fifth Ring Road.

He finally found a place where the power of the accumulated [filth] had reached a critical level and transformed into the charred thorny vines that he had seen before, which were like worms and wriggled.

It was in an alley, and there was a group of old men playing or watching chess. One of them had a charred thorny vine crawling on his temple.

The same tiny thorny vines that Yuan Zhuoyue saw at night, wrapped around the fingers of the young woman with a bun.

It was completely different from the charred vine that was wrapped around the old lady's legs, which was much thicker and looked like a wriggling little snake.

After finally catching a reference sample, Yuan Zhuoyue naturally would not rashly remove this thing born from [filth], but chose to leave it here to observe what kind of negative impact this charred thorn would have on the person it attached to.

In Yuan Zhuoyue's assessment, the old man who was possessed by the power of [filth] had clear consciousness and logic, and his voice was full of energy.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong, except for the charred vine that was crawling on his temple and moved from time to time.

Just like the woman with a bun that I saw at night, there didn't seem to be anything obviously wrong.

Later, Yuan Zhuoyue discovered that this old man, called Lao Li by the elderly people around him, spoke in a loud voice and had a bad temper.

When she was thinking whether this situation was affected by the power of [filth], she discovered that it was the old man's temper.

Although in the eyes of his companions, the old man's mood swings seemed a little more intense than before, it was still within an understandable range and not a too obvious change.

It was not until Yuan Zhuoyue saw the old man with a painful expression on his face, covering his head, and then he fell to the ground.

Because he was always paying attention to the situation of the old man who was possessed by [filth], Yuan Zhuoyue naturally saw it clearly.

The old man first showed a painful expression, raised his hands to hold his head, as if he had a headache. Then, the charred vines attached to his temples began to wriggle violently, as if they were trying to drill into his brain.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Zhuoyue naturally did not continue to observe, but chose to directly pull down the charred vine that seemed to be about to drill into the old man's brain.

And he used the power contained in his current body to completely clear out this thing that was formed by the accumulation of the power of [filth], which he didn't know how to describe.

Sure enough, after the power of [filth] was removed, the old man's condition recovered visibly.

Then the medical staff arrived and asked about the medical history, and she also heard it as a bystander.

In the past, the elderly man suffered from trigeminal neuralgia, a head-related disease.

This situation gave Yuan Zhuoyue another guess and inference in his mind.

Could it be that those [filthy] forces like to accumulate in damaged or diseased parts of the human body, using them as a medium to erode the chosen host bit by bit?

However, the cases available for reference today are still too scarce, and further exploration is needed to confirm her inferences and conjectures.