Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 432 - 230 Taiping Monk_4

Not long after, Yun Ziliang and the others came back as well.

Sister Cui walked in and immediately apologized to Zhou Xuan, saying that if it weren’t for her suggestion to go to the Metropolitan tonight, Zhou Xuan wouldn’t have been chased by Mr. Feng.

"Sister Cui, it’s not your fault. I’ve just got a lot of enemies."

After comforting Sister Cui for a while, Zhou Xuan persuaded her and Mu Hua to go home.

Little Fuzi wanted to fetch water for everyone to bathe.

"Fuzi, I already fetched some from the Water Room. It’s in the back. You all go ahead and wash."

"Especially you, Ya Zi. Why do you smell so foul? Did you piss yourself out of fear because of Mr. Feng?"

"Piss myself? Landlord, I’m not joking around. That Meite car—when it’s in my hands, it hits whatever I aim for. If Mr. Feng hadn’t run so fast, I would have smashed him dead with it."

The whole room erupted in laughter.

"Whoa, you guys are still up?"

In the midst of the conversation, Lv Mingkun pushed open the door and stepped inside, looking utterly exhausted.

"Fifth Senior, we thought you’d already gone to bed."

"Nope, today the Bone Elder Association was studying the Buddha Mantra—it wore me out like a scrawny chicken."

Once inside, Fifth Senior went straight to the copper basin to wash his face.

Zhou Xuan felt a little guilty; Fifth Senior had lost his motivation lately and seemed tired of everything, especially Jingyi. Now, being called to the Bone Elder Association to dissect corpses—it wasn’t hard to imagine his displeasure.

Let alone the workload, which went on relentlessly for an entire day and night. Who treated good people like workhorses?

"Fifth Senior, I owe you on this one. Old Li asked me for someone, and I recommended you. If you really don’t want to do it, I’ll talk to Old Li and ask him to replace you with another slicer."

Zhou Xuan meant well,

but Fifth Senior yelped as if his tail had been stepped on, spinning around to address Zhou Xuan: "Little junior, you absolutely can’t replace me. Being a slicer at the Bone Elder Association is insanely interesting—more satisfying than anything I’ve ever done, even revenge."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

"That Weird Creature Research Institute under the Bone Elder Association... It’s full of all kinds of bizarre specimens—people conjoined together, ones with eight arms, brains grown absurdly large without any grooves or ridges, perfectly smooth.

It’s completely expanded my curiosity about the mysteries of the human body. Do you know what they remind me of?"

"What do they remind you of?"

"Beautiful women—exquisitely beautiful women, lying on the dissecting table, coquettishly waiting for my attention."

Lv Mingkun closed his eyes and took a deep, indulgent breath.

"Fifth Senior, it’s got to be you!"

That familiar feeling returned—Fifth Senior always had a twisted perspective on the world.

"Satisfying, so satisfying. Shame the Bone Elder Association doesn’t allow these peculiar corpses to be taken out. Otherwise, I’d definitely bring one back, dissect it in front of you all, so you could enjoy it too."

"No need for that."

The whole room waved their hands in unison. Such an "interesting" matter was best left to Fifth Senior alone; they didn’t have the fortune to appreciate it.

"Ah, kindred spirits are hard to find."

Indeed, kindred spirits who could compare corpses to peerless beauties were rare.

Fifth Senior sighed, ready to head upstairs to sleep, but Zhou Xuan called him back.

"Fifth Senior, how’s the Buddha Mantra research coming along?"

Currently, the three major priorities in Mingjiang Prefecture were to crack down on the Kidnapper Hall, capture Mo Tingsheng, study the Buddha Mantra, and predict the Ancestor Dragon pollution incident.

The first two matters were already in full swing, but as for the Ancestor Dragon mystery, the Painter was still gathering people.

Lv Mingkun said, "The Bone Elder Association is creating flesh replacements for the Buddha’s Seal."

"What flesh replacements?"

"Oh, it’s about cutting off a tiny corner of the Buddha’s Seal, then stitching that small fragment into a corpse that had a spiritual communication characteristic while alive, to see what kind of power the corpse would manifest."

Lv Mingkun became visibly more excited when talking about corpses.

"Small quantities, repeated trials—using flesh experiments to analyze the Buddha Mantra’s power attributes. The Bone Elder Association has some tricks up its sleeve."

Zhou Xuan commented.

"When it comes to blood and flesh research, the Bone Elder Association is the strongest academy in Jing Country. Previously, they proposed the Blood Well Human Brain scheme, connecting four human brains through blood vessels to form a Blood Well Brain."

Lv Mingkun grew more enthusiastic; the weariness on his face vanished as he said, "Flesh replacement sounds simple, but it’s actually extremely difficult. The principle is to replace the corpse’s spiritual communication characteristic with the Buddha’s fragments, like swapping an engine in a car.

The spiritual communication characteristic of a corpse is very challenging to peel off. For the characteristic’s specific part, you need to make a perfect incision. If you cut even a tiny bit of extra flesh, the peeling fails. Thankfully, my blade is precise and swift, allowing me to complete the task successfully."

Zhou Xuan recalled something at this point. Two days ago, when he provided Li Chengfeng with Mo Tingsheng’s portrait, they’d discussed Mo Tingsheng’s spiritual communication characteristic.

Through the memories of the Observer, Zhou Xuan had glimpsed a segment of dialogue between Mo Tingsheng and the Observer.

In the conversation, Mo Tingsheng described his spiritual communication characteristic as phenomenally powerful.

Li Chengfeng had told Zhou Xuan that spiritual communication characteristics could indeed be peeled off, but the slicer’s sword technique had to be extraordinarily skillful.

Zhou Xuan thought, as long as they captured Mo Tingsheng, they could strip him of his spiritual communication characteristic—with Fifth Senior as the slicer.

But before he could enjoy Fifth Senior’s blade work, it was already preemptively utilized by the Bone Elder Association.

"Little junior, let’s not talk for now. I’m heading back to my room—I need to continue the research tomorrow."

Lv Mingkun finished speaking and went upstairs to sleep.

Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but feel happy for Fifth Senior. At least he had found passion again and was no longer disheartened.

...

On Xishan Street, Pawnshop No. 81 opened for business as usual at eight o’clock in the morning.

A middle-aged man in a black long robe removed the wooden door panels one by one, then picked up a duster to lightly brush away the powdery debris from the counter.

Qing Feng, accompanied by four City God Disciples, approached the middle-aged man in a surrounding formation.

"Mo Tingsheng, Mr. Mo, come with us."

Qing Feng flicked the City God Ink Line toward Mo Tingsheng as he spoke.

After a day and a night of investigation yesterday, using the portrait provided by Zhou Xuan, Qing Feng confirmed that the owner of this pawnshop was Mo Tingsheng.

"Gentlemen, you must have the wrong person." Mo Tingsheng didn’t turn to look at Qing Feng.

"If you come with us, you can at least leave with some dignity." Qing Feng stepped closer and closer to Mo Tingsheng...

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