Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 82 - 79: Ten Fingers’ Escape (Please Subscribe)

Zhou Lingyi consulted Yuan Buyu. If she lit the second incense, the side effects brought by the Blood Well Spirit would basically disappear.

"By the time the second incense is lit, my brother’s pain would be relieved."

She prepared the Blood Talisman on both hands and took out the Ten Fingers from the tattoo box.

This night, the Ten Fingers knew its time of death was imminent, struggling with more force, but still couldn’t escape Zhou Lingyi’s grasp.

"Zhou Lingyi, you are really cautious, I can hardly find an opportunity to taint you."

The Ten Fingers hated Zhou Lingyi.

If not for this Night Patrol God, it wouldn’t have become a sacrifice just upon being born.

Yet, deep down, it feared her, feared her watertight defenses.

During the two years of lurking in the dreams of believers, the Ten Fingers had heard of numerous cases where Alien Ghosts had tainted the Night Patrol Deity. However, Zhou Lingyi’s prevention against taints was extremely strict, akin to an iron wall, not a drop could seep through.

From the perspective of the Ten Fingers, every time before Zhou Lingyi used it as a sacrifice, she would draw talismans on both hands, then check them multiple times, ensuring that no detail would be wrong.

After the ritual, Zhou Lingyi would not immediately wash the talismans clean, but first lock them in a box. She then drew two Witch Talismans on her arms, to eliminate all possibilities of contamination, and repeatedly checked herself with a Magic Artifact for detecting Alien Ghosts...

*To this degree of meticulousness, the Ten Fingers racked its brain, yet couldn’t figure out how to taint her.*

"Ha, my father was tainted by an Alien Ghost! After witnessing the symptoms of the taint, he dared not be careless anymore."

Zhou Lingyi said calmly,

"Who was tainted by whom!?" As the Ten Fingers neared death, it surprisingly relaxed more.

"That Alien Ghost was the most cunning and cautious I’ve ever seen. The God Traveling Department only detected the information of his birth, knowing his name was ’Human Turtle,’ but after his birth, he rarely showed traces, and there were neither ’footprints’ nor any clues. The only time he made a move was when he left a drop of blood in the middle of my father’s forehead!"

The Ten Fingers listened in astonishment. Originally, it thought itself cunning enough, but beyond the mountains, there were always masters greater than it!

"Time is up, it’s time to go."

Zhou Lingyi cut off the conversation and pushed open her brother’s room door. As usual, under her witchcraft lullaby, Zhou Xuan fell into a half-dream, half-awake state.

"Drain all the blood, blend the Buddha nature from the White Bone, skin, and flesh into the blood. The God you worship is right before you. Cherish the opportunity, and offer your most precious blood as a sacrifice to Him..."

With the recitation of the sacrificial chant, Zhou Lingyi twisted her hands, and the Ten Fingers’ skin shattered, cracks oozing blood, dripping toward Zhou Xuan.

Because it was the last sacrifice,

Zhou Lingyi was especially cautious. In ancient texts, she read that before an Alien Ghost’s death, there would be a ’cicada shedding its shell’ transformation.

As for the exact nature of the transformation, she did not know, only focusing intently on the Ten Fingers.

Such is human attention, when you focus on one area, you’ll tend to overlook others.

Zhou Lingyi made this mistake as well. Her attention was entirely on the Ten Fingers, not noticing that the blood dripped from it wasn’t being absorbed by Zhou Xuan but instead transformed into a viscous red, crawling onto Zhou Xuan’s face like a crimson mask.

After the mask consolidated, its movements did not stop; instead, it continued to gather, becoming a pair of bloody hands, suspended half a foot above Zhou Xuan’s face, ready to claw down...

...The commotion of the blood hands finally drew Zhou Lingyi’s attention.

"Brother!"

"Haha, will you let me go, or will you give up your brother’s life?"

The Ten Fingers in Zhou Lingyi’s hand, feeling it had found Zhou Lingyi’s weak point, spoke with a sinister tone.

"That’s the illusion you created. The blood purified by the ritual is not truly under your control and cannot harm my brother!"

Zhou Lingyi’s hands, like iron clamps, still tightly held onto the Ten Fingers to prevent its escape.

"An illusion? Haha, let me show you whether it’s truly an illusion!"

The Ten Fingers screeched madly, directing the blood hands to fiercely grab towards Zhou Xuan’s eyes...

"Brother!"

*Zhou Lingyi knew the blood of an Alien Ghost during a ritual couldn’t harm, but her concern overwhelmed her, causing her hand to slacken by one part.*

The Ten Fingers’ left middle finger suddenly spun, twisting itself into a cord, continuing to strain until it twisted itself off...

The severed middle finger crawled onto the table, then with a roll, fell to the ground, continuing to scurry rapidly.

Zhou Lingyi’s focus was still on that blood hand. When it lunged at Zhou Xuan’s face, it only stirred a small ripple of blood, then dispersed, its color turning from dense to faint, until it disappeared.

After three sacrifices, the Ten Fingers finally found Zhou Lingyi’s weakness—Zhou Xuan.

"Ten Fingers!"

Zhou Lingyi turned to look toward the door, where the escaping middle finger had just slipped through the gap beneath the door.

...

"I escaped, I escaped!"

With only one finger left, the Ten Fingers felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration from escaping a certain death situation.

Had it two more fingers, it might have even wished to cross its ’arms’ in pride.

"Zhou Lingyi wouldn’t dare chase me, the nine fingers in her possession haven’t completed the ritual, she wouldn’t risk whether my escape is a trick!"

The Ten Fingers felt quite smug.

Such is the Alien Ghost, extremely difficult to eradicate. Firstly, as long as any part of it escapes, be it a drop of blood or a strand of hair, it could infuse its spirit into it, then escape to a hidden place and reform its body.

Secondly, if the Alien Ghost’s body was split into many parts, each part might contain its consciousness. The pursuer had to guess which part held the true consciousness of the Alien Ghost.

Guessing puts one right into the Alien Ghost’s traps of reality and illusion.

Even the Nether Water Cage of the God Traveling Department, despite holding Alien Ghosts securely, occasionally allowed an Alien Ghost to find a gap and escape.

"Ha, now that I’m in the courtyard of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, it’s like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger entering a mountain. The sky is vast, and no one can catch me now, no one!"

The Ten Fingers, thinking of its grand vision, grew somewhat excited and couldn’t help but raise its voice.

"Is that so?"

A gentle and scholarly voice came from the roof of Zhou Xuan’s dormitory.

The Ten Fingers looked back, only to see a young man dressed in a blue robe sitting on the roof, playing with two small knives in his hand.

The knives were shaped like bamboo leaves, with handles wrapped in leather strips and blades engraved with runes. The runes were neither Daoist nor Witchcraft but from the ancient Alien Ghost’s language.

One knife was entirely bright white, while the other was painted pitch black.

"Go!"

The man rose leisurely, but his movement was as swift as lightning. The white knife went first, tracing a cold gleam through the night sky.

Then, with another finger point, the black knife followed closely, shooting out fast.

The Ten Fingers focused on the White Knife, quickly crawling, constantly watching to dodge its blade.

Thud!

The white knife nailed an inch of dirt in front of the Ten Fingers, making a dull thud.

"I almost got nailed," the Ten Fingers exhaled, turning to crawl toward the inner courtyard gate.

There were other masters in the Zhou Family’s Troupe, so lingering was dangerous.

No sooner had the Ten Fingers thought this than another dull thud sounded.

"Thud!"

The Black Blade fell, directly pinning its knuckle. The blade almost completely pierced into the dirt, and the runes of the Alien Ghost glowed, immobilizing the Ten Fingers on the ground.

It turned out the White Knife was a feigned attack; the virtually invisible Black Blade in the night was the hidden killing move.

"What if you pin me down? If you dare to catch me, I’ll taint you."

The Ten Fingers was ready for another "cicada shedding its shell," yet suddenly, the young man had a palm-sized human skin in hand. Throwing it toward the Ten Fingers, the human skin grew with the wind, turning first into a belly, then forming a chest, abdomen, neck, and limbs...

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