Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 331 - 207 Joyful Donkey King_2

Right now, the trough is stuffed with severed stalks, and the donkey is munching away, making "Aa-ah, aa-ah" noises, clearly pleased.

"Lao Yun, why didn’t you keep watching Fifth Senior Brother’s Lingchi execution?"

"Couldn’t stomach it anymore, makes me nauseous."

Yun Ziliang hit his psychological threshold. Watching any longer wasn’t thrilling—it turned his stomach and guaranteed nightmares.

"I wonder how many cuts Fifth Senior Brother has managed by now." Zhou Xuan seemed concerned about Lv Mingkun’s progress.

"Seventeen hundred cuts so far."

Lv Mingkun walked down the stairs.

Zhou Xuan turned his head and asked, "Seventeen hundred cuts and he’s already dead?"

"Not dead yet, I took a break. Time for a meal." Lv Mingkun wiped the filthy blood off his hands with a handkerchief.

"Let’s go, to East River Restaurant, my treat." Zhou Xuan was always generous—even Zhao Wuya was invited along.

"Big Black, I’m heading out to eat first."

Zhao Wuya patted the Big Black Donkey’s face, said his parting words, and followed Zhou Xuan and the others to the restaurant.

Once Zhou Xuan and the group left, the Old Painting Pavilion returned to its eerie quiet. The Big Black Donkey’s gaze suddenly turned sly.

It looked left and right, confirming no one was watching, then took two steps forward, nimbly grabbed the rope’s end with its mouth, gave it a gentle tug, and the knot came loose.

After raising its neck triumphantly, the Big Black Donkey marched into the house, ascended the stairs, and entered the "cell" of the Suffering Scholar, the pavilion master.

...

The Suffering Scholar’s heart ached as he stared at the pavilion master, who had started to devour the liver by the mouthful. The sight tormented him—more than the daily "Sacrifice Suffering" rituals ever did.

Ah, how good the old days were.

Every year during festivals, the Suffering Scholar and the pavilion master would drink at home, eating hot pot together.

When the weather was nice, the two of them would go out exploring greenery, taking long walks—those days were what one would call true days of living.

But now, shackled in iron chains, he could only watch his foster son "consume himself," chewing bone as well as flesh, each crunch echoing loudly.

"Such bitterness, such pain."

The Suffering Scholar couldn’t hold back his tears, weeping openly.

Just then,

the door creaked open, and in walked the Big Black Donkey, heading straight for the Suffering Scholar.

"What are you up to, you damn donkey?"

The Suffering Scholar stared at the donkey drawing closer, confused.

The donkey leaned in toward the scholar and opened its mouth to bite at the Suffering Scholar’s clothes.

"Even you, a donkey, are bullying me?"

Though the Suffering Scholar had lost his incense power, he still had fists. He tried to swing a punch, but the iron chains binding his hands made his movements sluggish.

The Big Black Donkey, despite its hefty size, was incredibly nimble—it ducked to avoid the punch, moved behind the scholar, pinned him down with its front hooves, and bit onto the scholar’s pants, tearing them violently.

"What are you...?"

The scholar’s words were cut off midway as his hip suddenly stung sharply... freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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At East River Restaurant, Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang toasted back and forth, chatting about Jing Deng.

Yun Ziliang sneered, "These Jing Country worshippers of dark spirits, they’ve bred some tough bastards, but also some natural-born disgraceful softbones. That Jing Deng is best reeled in and exterminated, to spare Blood Well Spirit Communicators from further harm.

Blood Well Spirit Communicators, in a sense, are gifts from heaven to the human world, but because of people like Jing Deng, these gifts have been sullied."

"We’ll wait until the next Blood Well Gathering."

Zhou Xuan too had thoughts of dealing with Jing Deng.

While Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang were having an animated conversation, Lv Mingkun sat with a dampened mood.

You’d think today—a day of sweet vengeance—would be jubilant for him. He should’ve been gulping wine and wolfing down meat, celebrating heartily.

Yet gloom clouded his heart. He occasionally picked at his food, eating without enthusiasm.

Zhou Xuan asked with concern, "Fifth Senior Brother, why so down?"

"The future feels uncertain." Lv Mingkun replied, "Since I was young, I’ve honed my blade solely for revenge, to slaughter forensic doctors for my third uncle. It’s been my sole reason for living. Now that my wish is fulfilled, I only feel an emptiness inside, like I don’t know what to do next."

Zhou Xuan completely understood the sentiment.

In his past life, after graduating college, he had one simple goal: make money, buy a house and a car.

Driven by that dream, he worked tirelessly, but when he finally achieved it, his sense of purpose vanished for a while, leaving him aimless for a few months.

Fortunately, it had been easy to form new goals in his past life; he quickly snapped out of his daze.

"It’ll be fine, Fifth Senior Brother. When the cart reaches the mountain, there’ll be a way forward. After you finish off Old Dao Bazi, a new purpose will naturally present itself. And even if it doesn’t, I’ll help you find one." Zhou Xuan said confidently.

"Alright."

Lv Mingkun downed the rest of his drink and said, "Let’s wrap up dinner. I’ll head back and make sure what I do with Old Dao Bazi is perfect."

Fifth Senior Brother truly was a twisted man, using "perfect" to describe Lingchi.

After Zhou Xuan paid the bill, the group headed back to the Old Painting Pavilion.

They were only a few dozen meters away when Zhao Wuya abruptly froze.

"Where’s my donkey?"

"You didn’t tie it..." Zhou Xuanzheng was about to respond but noticed the area in front of the pavilion was completely empty.

Zhao Wuya’s donkey was gone.

"Who stole your donkey?" Yun Ziliang wondered aloud.

"Probably no one stole it. That donkey’s got spirit—it’s the Donkey King of Zhaojiao." Zhao Wuya sprinted ahead, explaining as he ran. He went on about how Zhaojiao’s Dragon Seeking Taoists loved riding donkeys.

And of all the donkeys in the valley, his Big Black Donkey was the most impressive. It wandered around freely, claiming the valley’s female donkeys as its harem.

It messed with whoever it wanted,

and no male donkey dared challenge its dominance.

"So it’s a stud stallion?"

Thinking back to the chaos of "Big Black mounting the yellow dogs," Zhou Xuan found Zhao Wuya’s words credible.

"Big Black’s got spiritual power—it can devour Evil Ghosts, it’s fierce. Ordinary low-ranked disciples with just one or two sticks of incense can’t beat him."

If the Donkey King was that powerful, it certainly wouldn’t have been swiped by some random resident of East Market Street.

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