Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 360 - 212 Hunger Trap_3

Zhou Xuan listened to Li Chengfeng’s account and felt that there wasn’t much of a problem.

"Hunger" is a Divine’s offspring, possessing a Physical Body Dream. Li Chengfeng, Qing Feng, and the City God Night Watchman were all disturbed by the Hunger Dream.

From its physical form, "Hunger" fits the description.

From its dream form, "Hunger" also makes sense.

Currently, "Hunger’s" corpse is sealed in a bag, so the matter should be concluded here.

But Zhou Xuan still had a lingering unease in his heart—he suspected that "Hunger" wasn’t the genuine article.

Such unease was merely personal intuition, mostly an emotional response.

Right now, reason dictated that "Hunger" was dead, but emotion suggested the "Hunger" incident contained hidden truths.

Which should he trust?

"Follow emotion—I’m an emotional person."

Zhou Xuan remained deeply engrossed in pondering over the matter of "Hunger," while the others at the banquet beamed with smiles, raising their glasses and making merry.

Zhao Wuya tore into his beef with gusto, casually offering a chicken leg to Zhou Xuan. "Landlord, have a chicken leg. It’s delicious."

"I don’t like it." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"You don’t like chicken legs? It’s so tasty! Take a bite; it’s divine."

Zhao Wuya extended the chicken leg an inch closer.

Unable to decline his kindness, Zhou Xuan took the chicken leg and began nibbling on it slowly. "Chicken legs, huh? I used to love them as a kid—adults would always let us have them back then. But after growing up, it feels like I’ve outgrown chicken legs; I don’t like them anymore."

"I’m different—always loved them." Zhao Wuya, harboring a special fondness for chicken legs, tore off another one and handed it to Yun Ziliang. "Grand Master, you have one too..."

"Such filial piety."

Yun Ziliang took the chicken leg and sniffed its aroma.

Meanwhile, after a few bites of chicken leg, Zhou Xuan suddenly seemed struck by an idea, staring intently at the chicken leg in his hand.

"Landlord, why are you zoning out again?"

"I just figured something out."

Zhou Xuan finished the chicken leg in a few mouthfuls, placed the bone on the table, and swallowed the last morsel. Then, calling out to Li Chengfeng, he beckoned the Painter to meet him in a corner of the Bone Elder Temple.

"You didn’t actually kill ’Hunger.’" Zhou Xuan stated decisively.

The Painter was startled by the remark and asked, "Young Master, how do you know it isn’t dead?"

"I felt something was off from the start, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong," Zhou Xuan said. "Now that I think about it, Hunger’s transformation doesn’t add up. Time can change many things, but it hasn’t altered Hunger’s form or its Dream Generation ability."

Zhou Xuan had drawn inspiration from the chicken leg—how he loved it as a child but lost interest over time. Time brought change.

As for "Hunger," from the first appearance in Mingjiang Prefecture to its supposed annihilation tonight, several days had already passed.

During this time, "Hunger’s" form remained in its initial "Human Stomach" guise.

"Hunger’s" Physical Body Dream still merely caused one to feel ravenous, progressively infecting a person’s spirit, leading them to ultimately kill themselves.

"Time changes things. ’Hunger’ must have undergone significant transformations. But the ’Hunger’ you claimed to slay tonight—whether in form or dream state—is identical to its initial appearance. That’s problematic."

A person hardened by the trials of life cannot possibly retain the naive gaze of someone newly stepping into the world. If they do, they must be putting on an act.

"Young Master makes a valid point, but... ’Hunger’ only showed up in Mingjiang Prefecture a few days ago. Isn’t it normal that there hasn’t been much change?" Li Chengfeng argued.

"It isn’t normal." Zhou Xuan wagged a finger dismissively and explained,

"Liu God went to great lengths for ’Hunger,’ tricking me into leaving my post; ’Hunger’ itself drilled thirty-six apertures into Mingjiang Prefecture’s Dragon Tail to absorb its energy; and Liu God stormed into Hui Feng Medical College to save ’Hunger.’"

"All these signs reveal how much Liu God values ’Hunger,’ and ’Hunger’ reaped abundant cultivation resources. Don’t underestimate those few days—they were more than sufficient for its growth."

"If the ’Hunger’ you encountered tonight still resembles its initial form,

then it’s nothing but a useless failure—and Liu God wouldn’t hold it in such high regard."

"Those thirty-six apertures filled with Dragon Qi? Completely wasted."

As the Painter and Li Chengfeng listened, their shock deepened. If "Hunger" wasn’t dead, then they’d fallen into its diversionary trap.

Perhaps the fifth Dragon-locking Cave was already sealed,

and Mingjiang’s Dragon Tail had been compromised.

"We’ve been played by ’Hunger.’" The Painter struggled to accept the situation. Despite his authority, along with the combined efforts of Qing Feng, Li Chengfeng, and the City God Night Watchman, they had still fallen victim to "Hunger’s" cunning plot.

Zhou Xuan lightly patted the Painter on the shoulder. "There’s nothing you can’t accept. You should be used to this by now... The City God and Bone Elder have been pursuing them for so long without achieving anything."

The words stung, but they weren’t untrue. The Painter felt as though he had a lump in his throat.

But Zhou Xuan, shifting his tone, said, "Once you’ve truly encountered them, you’ll understand—’Hunger,’ ’Liu God’—they’re undeniably sly. Losing to them isn’t disgraceful."

"Uh..." The Painter had initially thought Zhou Xuan was merely mocking him, only to discover he was, in fact, rather impartial.

"Let’s set aside everything else for now—head to Kangsheng Inn at Yue Family Mansion."

Zhou Xuan directed.

Kangsheng Inn was the fifth Dragon-locking Cave of Mingjiang Prefecture’s Dragon Tail.

"I don’t need many people to go with me." Zhou Xuan began selecting companions.

He picked the Painter, Li Chengfeng, and Yun Ziliang.

Lao Yun’s Dragon Seeking Skill was exceptionally refined—he was indispensable.

The Painter had the highest spiritual cultivation and the Law on his side, making him the ideal protector.

The four departed the banquet, driving toward Kangfeng Inn at Yue Family Mansion.

Once they were on the road,

Zhou Xuan, seated in the back, asked the Painter, "Old Hua, I heard Mingjiang Prefecture’s Ancestor Dragon has been weakening over the past three hundred years?"

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