Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 404 - 223 Capture of the Evil Ghost_3

Zhou Xuan looked at her and smiled faintly.

This was a tacit understanding between them.

Sister Cui nodded, walked through the hall, and quickly returned after a short while. She had prepared beef noodles, brought the bowl to Zhou Xuan, placed it down, and simultaneously slipped a letter into his pocket.

Zhou Xuan remained composed and, after finishing his breakfast, headed back to the Jingyi Store.

He used the Wash Away Injustice Talisman once again and read Sister Cui’s reply within the tear of space-time.

"I can’t completely control the Fengshui Array. At eight o’clock tonight, I can shut it down on East Market Street for fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes, huh? Sounds a bit short, but if we coordinate properly, it should be enough to catch the Tattoo Evil Ghost."

Zhou Xuan began pondering silently: the Tattoo Evil Ghost hiding in East Market Street would be capture-ready once the Fengshui Array was closed,

but as for who would undertake the task of capturing the Tattoo Evil Ghost?

The Painter must guard Buddha’s Seal. Should he get the Music Master or Li Chengfeng involved? No, they’re lacking mobility.

Considering the short fifteen minutes, Zhou Xuan planned to use "Divine Travel" to locate the hiding Tattoo Evil Ghost. By the time he pinpointed the location, Li Chengfeng and the Music Master would be huffing and puffing to get there, which is not practical.

East Market Street covers quite a long stretch.

"Mobility?"

Then Zhou Xuan remembered someone—a person who had been cleansing East Market Street of Tattoo Evil Ghosts consistently, Xia Jin.

Xia Jin had shot three arrows to kill the Monument King. He hailed from the "Divine Arrow" Tangkou and was known for the extremely long range of his golden feathered arrows.

"With his help, we can kill the Tattoo Evil Ghost, and I can use the Night Travel method to capture the ghost’s soul."

All Zhou Xuan wanted was the Tattoo Evil Ghost’s information—the secrets of the Tattoo Forbidden Land and the Three-headed Stone Buddha.

Whether alive or captured as a soul, it didn’t matter to him.

"Everything is ready; all that’s left is waiting for the right moment."

Zhou Xuan took out paper and pen and wrote a letter to Xia Jin: Tonight at eight o’clock, we’ll capture the Tattoo Evil Ghost at East Market Street. I’ll guide you, just focus on shooting your arrows.

After folding the letter, Zhou Xuan opened the window, mimicked the gesture of drawing a bow, and flung the letter onto the branches of the tree across the street...

...

Xia Jin stood atop South Mountain overlooking East Market Street. His eagle-like eyes observed the unusual movements on the street below.

"Why did Zhou Xuan suddenly make a gesture like drawing a bow?"

His gaze shot forward and caught sight of a letter gently landing on a tree branch.

As an archer, spiritual cultivation was important, but more crucial was having keen eyesight. Spotting the letter, he raised his right hand, and the long wooden box at his feet opened. A bow and a feathered arrow floated before him.

Drawing his bow until it was a perfect full moon, releasing the arrow like a shooting star,

The powerful arrow carved a graceful arc through the air, reached the tree across the street from Zhou Xuan, and plucked the letter. It then created another arc and circled back into Xia Jin’s hand.

After opening the letter, Xia Jin threw a glance toward Zhou Xuan’s store and murmured, "I’ve spent days on East Market Street without spotting the Evil Ghost. Can Zhou Xuan really find it?"

As a highly self-assured archer, he harbored his doubts.

What Xia Jin didn’t realize was that Zhou Xuan’s talent for finding Evil Ghosts didn’t rely on sharp eyesight but on his intimate knowledge of the Tattoo Evil Ghost itself.

"Eight o’clock tonight—we’ll see."

Xia Jin extended his hands, and the feathered arrow and bow automatically returned to the wooden box.

At that moment, a white lantern and a black lantern suddenly swept in from far away, hovering above Xia Jin.

The white lantern belonged to Li Chengfeng, representing the Sun Patrol Deity of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The black lantern belonged to Shang Wenjun, representing the Night Patrol Deity of Mingjiang Prefecture.

Both lanterns simultaneously issued a commanding voice.

"Mingjiang Prefecture is facing turmoil. All Patrol Deities must report to the office immediately."

"If I return to the office now, won’t that interfere with Zhou Xuan’s operation?"

Xia Jin addressed the two lanterns: "Master Sun, Master Night, I must assist Zhou Xuan in capturing the Tattoo Evil Ghost. I beg exemption from reporting back."

"No matter, focus on aiding the Young Master instead."

The white lantern spoke, giving Xia Jin permission to remain.

...

At seven o’clock, Zhou Xuan had begun preparations for the capture—he was trying to get Zhao Wuya drunk.

As soon as the Fengshui Array on East Market Street shifts, the Dragon Seeking Taoist would immediately sense Sister Cui’s movements.

What was Zhao Wuya here in East Market Street for if not to capture the East Mountain Fox—Sister Cui?

Given Zhou Xuan was actively requesting Sister Cui to activate the Fengshui Array, he couldn’t let her be exposed, so he decided to distract Zhao Wuya with alcohol.

This plan was cleared with Yun Ziliang beforehand.

"So eager to treat me to drinks, landlord?"

Zhao Wuya arrived at the doorstep of Jingyi Store on his donkey, tied the donkey to an electric pole, and entered the shop.

"We’re bros. Sharing a drink is perfectly normal, isn’t it?"

Zhou Xuan closed the shop door as Yun Ziliang picked up the bottle of white liquor and filled Zhao Wuya a brimming glass.

"I can’t drink this much."

"Even Master Grand Master’s hospitality won’t sway you?"

"This has nothing to do with—"

Before Zhao Wuya could finish his sentence, Yun Ziliang held him down and forced him to down the entire glass.

"Master Grand Master, I’d prefer a bite of food."

"What food?"

"Wouldn’t eating keep me from getting drunk?"

"Drinking without aiming to get drunk—what’s the point?" Yun Ziliang poured him another glass of strong liquor.

"Can I at least have a peanut?"

Zhao Wuya whimpered helplessly,

Under incessant persuasion by Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang, Zhao Wuya soon collapsed beneath the table, out cold even with water poured on him.

"What’s the name of this liquor?" Yun Ziliang asked Zhou Xuan.

"Knock-Out Donkey. Not even a donkey can handle it."

"You just inspired me."

Carrying the wine jar, Yun Ziliang approached the donkey. Thinking the wine was candy water, the donkey batted its lashes flirtatiously at Lao Yun,

gulped down a hefty drink, and with a thud, even the big black donkey was knocked out cold.

With Zhao Wuya and the donkey dealt with, Zhou Xuan exhaled in relief, ascended to the second floor, and started monitoring the time to capture the Tattoo Evil Ghost.

"Ten minutes left."

Zhou Xuan pushed open the window to focus on the energy shifting in East Market Street,

The ten minutes flew by, and as the hands of the pocket watch reached eight o’clock, East Market Street transformed—the previously faint yellow atmosphere turned crystalline clear...

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