Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 83 - 80 Embracing Life from the Brink of Death (Seeking First Subscription)

Chapter 83: Chapter 80 Embracing Life from the Brink of Death (Seeking First Subscription)

By the time the palm-sized human skin slowly floated down beside Ten Fingers, it had already grown into a complete human skin.

The human skin had two sides, with the outer side bearing the Wu Family’s talismans, while the internal side had a Daoist talisman—a Godspeed Talisman.

The Godspeed Talisman emitted specks of golden light, and the young man on the roof also emitted golden light.

The two orbs of golden light resonated, and the young man’s figure suddenly vanished, showcasing a magical skill. In the next instant, the man was wrapped within the human skin, close at hand to Ten Fingers.

Wearing the human skin, he was unafraid of the pollution from Ten Fingers, withdrawing the Black Blade from the ground, while the White Knife also gained perception and was automatically drawn to the Black Blade.

The two knives merged into one.

After retracting the knife, the young man grabbed Ten Fingers, and the Wu Family’s talisman on the front of the human skin glowed red. Wherever Ten Fingers’ body touched the witchcraft, it ignited in flames.

The flames did not lessen, and Ten Fingers screamed in agony. Yet, the man had no intention of stopping; he placed Ten Fingers in his palm and then clenched his fist tightly.

When he opened his hand again, Ten Fingers was nothing but a handful of scorched earth.

"You should serve Grand Master as good fertilizer."

The man raised his left hand high, and the human skin flew out, shrinking back to a palm size.

At this moment, the sleeve of his azure robe fell, revealing his slender forearm.

The human skin landed on his forearm, then merged with his skin seamlessly.

The man walked slowly to the Ancestor Tree. With his left hand, he scooped up two handfuls of soil, buried the ashes of Ten Fingers, then covered the soil, bowed to the Ancestor Tree, and walked towards Zhou Xuan’s room.

...

"Class Leader, the middle finger has been dealt with," the young man bowed slightly to Zhou Lingyi.

"Thanks to your help, Fifth Brother," Zhou Lingyi had already completely sacrificed the remains of Ten Fingers. She held in her hands the skin of Ten Fingers, like white parchment paper.

The flesh, bones, and spirit of Ten Fingers had completely perished.

Zhou Lingyi tucked Zhou Xuan in and walked outside. Lv Mingkun followed closely behind, gently closing the door on his way out.

"Fifth Brother, it will be a tough time for you," Zhou Lingyi said, "I’ve never told you about my brother’s situation, actually..."

"Class Leader, there are not many things I care about. Just tell me what to do."

Lv Mingkun did the dirty work the same as the proper work, saying little and asking less, but doing more.

"From now on, you’ll be responsible for keeping an eye on Third Brother. He’s an actor."

The simple content of the words already explained the kind of methods and Dao Level Li Shuangyi possessed.

"Understood."

Lv Mingkun walked towards Third Brother’s room, getting farther and farther away.

Zhou Lingyi trusted Lv Mingkun greatly, only because he was the most trusted confidant within the Zhou Family’s Troupe,

Lv Mingkun had acknowledged the Ancestor Tree as Grand Master and signed a Blood Covenant with the Zhou Family’s Troupe, which the old Class Leader personally cultivated as the "Dark Door."

The Zhou Family’s Troupe did big business, needing both the "Main Door" and "Dark Door."

The Main and Dark Doors were two aspects of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, both responsible for resolving business disputes and entanglements.

Fourth Brother Yu Jia was the Main Door, maneuvering among various powers, using connections and personal relationships to solve the Zhou Family’s Troupe’s business troubles.

But sometimes, relying solely on connections and relationships was not of much help.

When doing business openly, there would always be reckless thugs, rogue bandits, and hired desperados from the competition... In encounters with such people, it was all about whose hand was darker and harder,

Blood-stained and murderous deeds were inconvenient for the brothers on the surface to handle, as it would compromise the troupe’s reputation, necessitating the use of the Dark Door to do the dirty work.

Those doing the Dark Door work couldn’t have too much fame, couldn’t meet too many people. Even if they were caught while covered in blood, no one would recognize them, not tarnishing the troupe’s reputation.

Lv Mingkun’s work greatly pleased Zhou Xuan, who believed the capable Fifth Brother was wasted in the Jingyi Room.

But precisely because Lv Mingkun was part of the Zhou Family’s Dark Door, a non-customer-facing role in the Jingyi Department was best suited for him.

Moreover, the Jingyi Department dealt with corpses every day, helping Fifth Brother collect incense through spiritual commutes...

...

In the middle of the night, Zhou Xuan awoke, not because he wasn’t tired, but because the incense was burning too fast, making his body hot as if aflame.

He got up to fetch a cup of water, tilted his head back to drink it, and still felt unsatisfied, so he drank a few more cups until his body cooled down a bit.

"How many inches of incense have burned? It’s so hot."

Zhou Xuan lay back in bed and entered the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

Only a short stub of the incense remained,

It had already burned past eight inches!

"Sister has come again." Zhou Xuan felt very warm in his heart.

He knew, the incense didn’t burn for no reason; it must be because his sister fed him the blood of an Alien Ghost again.

At that moment on the boat in the Secret Realm, Zhou Xuan was just an arm’s length away from the Paperman Boatman.

Kneeling on one knee, the Helmsman held the Bone Pole, murmuring, "Eight inches... Ascension ceremony... Omen!"

The omen of the ascension ceremony appeared at the eight-inch mark?

Zhou Xuan pondered the Helmsman’s vague words. The thought flickered in his mind, and suddenly, the wooden knife on the desk flew into his hand by itself.

He instinctively grasped the knife handle, blade facing downward, as a power similar to a will summons controlled his hand to carve letters on the wooden deck.

Initially, Zhou Xuan tried to resist, but his strength and the force of will were out of sync, so the wooden knife didn’t carve discernible letters on the deck.

But gradually, Zhou Xuan sensed that the will wasn’t forceful; it seemed to respect Zhou Xuan’s innate strength.

He gave up his resistance, closed his eyes, and let his spirit hold the knife fully, sensing the power of the God in the Secret Realm. Both sides, like horses running in opposite directions, surprisingly became cooperative partners.

The carving knife glided smoothly across the deck.

When the force of will completely dissipated and the carving knife came to a stop, Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, looking at the letters formed on the board,

and was stunned—From Death to Rebirth!

The omen for the ascension ceremony with two incense was actually "From Death to Rebirth"?!

"Does this mean... I have to die once more before lighting the two incense?"

*"Or perhaps I misunderstood the omen of the ascension ceremony!"*

Zhou Xuan exited the Secret Realm, closed his eyes, and contemplated the true meaning of "From Death to Rebirth." He thought and thought but couldn’t come up with a reasonable direction, though sleepiness overcame him.

He had a dream,

In the dream, he was driving happily on a highway, when suddenly, a large truck crashed into him,

This was the scene of Zhou Xuan’s death in his past life,

The dream did not end,

As the large truck smashed his car beyond recognition, Zhou Xuan’s dream reset to the beginning, he continued driving on the highway, only to be crashed into by the large truck again...

Endless cycles, like an unending hell of reincarnation,

The repeated dream segments played out numerous times,

Finally, when the repeated segment played yet again, the dream unexpectedly changed.

Zhou Xuan was driving on the highway again, but this time, instead of waiting for the truck to crash, he preemptively turned his wheel fully, crashing himself into the central guardrail.

His car burst through the median barriers but inexplicably drove into a stream full of birdsong and floral scent.

The dream,

seemed to be illustrating to Zhou Xuan,

what it meant—From Death to Rebirth!

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