Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 345 - 208: The Altar Shattered_4

"Miss, Zhou Xuan is no longer the same. His relationship with Bone Elder is quite close; capturing him won’t be easy."

"Hard, you say? Then the kidnapper should make a move. Mr. Feng has been cooped up for so many years—time for him to stretch his legs."

The woman inside the coffin instructed.

Jing Deng, who was initially anxious, felt a wave of relief upon hearing Mr. Feng’s name. He quickly said, "If Mr. Feng makes a move, we’ll definitely be able to bring Zhou Xuan back."

"Go handle it."

"Miss, we’ll make sure this task is completed successfully." Jing Deng bowed deeply toward the coffin and quietly exited the room.

After she left, the occupants of the two coffins in the room began conversing.

"I really don’t trust Jing Deng. She’s completely incapable."

"Second Brother, I don’t trust her either, but there’s no other choice. Among the people who can enter and exit the Jiuli Mansion, it’s just her and Nanny Yuan. Some tasks Nanny Yuan can handle, but for the majority, we must rely on Jing Deng. We have no alternative."

Nanny Yuan was the housemaid holding a cat by the doorway.

"No choice is no choice, but Jing Deng is hardly someone who can accomplish anything. I want to leave Jiuli Mansion myself and bring Zhou Xuan back personally."

"Second Brother, don’t just talk out of frustration. If either of us steps out of Jiuli Mansion, we’ll be targeted immediately. Relax—once Mr. Feng takes action, capturing Zhou Xuan will be trivial... now just rest and lie back."

After these words of persuasion, "Second Brother" yielded and stopped voicing his objections. Silence returned to the room, and the two coffins lay still once more.

...

"Ironclad predictions, only three pieces per reading..."

In the backyard of the Old Painting Pavilion, Zhou Xuan sat on the steps, tilting his hat to shield his face, snoozing as he waited for Huang Xi.

Zhao Wuya was holding a "selling divination" banner, practicing his street pitch for tomorrow’s fortune-telling.

He called out a few phrases, but after shouting continuously for over ten minutes, Zhou Xuan, still disinclined to lift his hat, lashed out at Zhao Wuya: "You damn Taoist, move farther away to practice yelling, will you? Can’t you see I’m trying to nap here?"

"There’s fewer people here, so I can practice without embarrassment." Zhao Wuya’s peculiar logic showed itself as he tilted his banner and asked Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, take a look—do I seem to have the imposing aura of a Taoist sage?"

"Can’t be bothered to look. I just don’t get it—you’ve got a store to run, and yet you’re hell-bent on standing in the middle of the street selling divinations? Is this how all you Dragon Seeking Taoists operate, being this shabby?"

Keeping his eyes closed for rest didn’t stop Zhou Xuan from snarking.

"You wouldn’t understand. Staying in a shop makes you a capitalist; doing street divinations shows the true spirit of the jianghu."

"Complete and utter motherfucking nonsense."

Zhou Xuan cursed under his breath and casually pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, tearing a sheet of paper in half, rolling them into tiny balls, and stuffing them into his ears.

Just as he finished plugging his ears, Zhao Wuya unexpectedly fell silent. No more yelling, no idle chatter—he vanished as if he were no longer part of Zhou Xuan’s world.

"Huh, finally a moment where Ya Zi can keep his mouth shut?" Zhou Xuan removed the hat covering his face and glanced at Zhao Wuya, only to immediately fume. He tossed his hat directly at Zhao Wuya’s head: "Ya Zi, shove your ’jianghu spirit’—you piece of shit!"

Zhao Wuya was resting his head against the banner’s pole, gazing at Huang Xi who was steadily approaching, his eyes practically turning dreamy.

"Ah, this little sister... truly a feast for the eyes," he muttered while shaking his head.

"Feast your ass! Get inside, you disgraceful fool!"

Zhou Xuan gave Zhao Wuya a firm smack on the head.

Suddenly, he understood why the Big Black Donkey had such success—it’s always the owner that mirrors their animal.

After being chased into the Old Painting Pavilion by Zhou Xuan, Huang Xi asked, "Who was that Taoist just now?"

"Someone specifically here to deal with you," Zhou Xuan replied enigmatically. "He’s skilled at slaying spirits and catching demons."

"You’d better not scare me," Huang Xi teasingly leaned against the stone railing and handed a sealed envelope to Zhou Xuan.

Inside the envelope was a small notebook.

Written within were detailed accounts of every major crime committed by "Hunger" since its initial appearance in Mingjiang Prefecture.

The times, locations, everything was meticulously recorded.

Huang Xi explained, "Including the baby-eating case your group investigated yesterday on Jiaofang Bureau Street—it’s all documented here.

This notebook is your reward for providing the Huang Family’s Yellow Gate Needle and the Puppet Map."

"Let me check out this crime log first."

Zhou Xuan returned to his room to retrieve a map of Mingjiang Prefecture, cross-referencing the crime locations from the notebook and marking circles on the map.

As he circled all the crime spots connected to "Hunger," he realized the circles formed a peculiar pattern on the map...

ps: Dear brothers, just updated with a big Chapter—love y’all!

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