Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 290 - 290 41 Gathering Wishes Sacrifice 2

290: Chapter 41: Gathering Wishes Sacrifice (2) 290: Chapter 41: Gathering Wishes Sacrifice (2) Xinzhou City was hosting a grand celebration of the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect.

Not only did it feature the Direct God, the God of Yuzhuan, whose incense was thriving, but it also involved the Inari Shrine as mentioned by Rina.

With just a glance, Gongsun Ce spotted several divine priests in high-quality white Hunting Clothes by the stage, along with an old lady dressed similarly to Chuyun Feiyi.

“The Inari Shrine is a major shrine just like our Huangquan Shrine,” Rina whispered.

“That lady, Fu Jian, is the Divine Master of the Inari Shrine.

She seems to be in a bad mood today.”

Indeed, the old lady’s scowl seemed to lower the temperature around the stage by several degrees.

“Does the old lady dislike the wish-gathering festival?”

“It seems that Shiyu Ling broke the statue of the God of Yuzhuan yesterday morning,” Rina muttered.

“I heard that the lady was so angry she started hitting people with her cane, and she’s still fuming now.”

…The old lady, who looked to be at least eighty, was still physically fit enough to go into combat personally.

Quite the robust constitution, to say the least.

Shiyu Ling by his side played dumb, pretending not to hear anything.

He was excitedly looking around.

Beside them, various odd and mysterious hidden gods, just like the spectators awaiting the start of a performance, were idly chatting away without end.

“Have you heard?

That big shot from Qiongge Island hasn’t returned this month either!”

“The rough folks over there can breathe a sigh of relief then…

Ow, better not talk too much.”

“When I arrived, I even saw Ta Bei himself, how did he make it here from Yamato?”

“It must be because the ninjas are too frightening…

Many old pals can’t make it through these years…”

The young man with gray hair was listening eagerly when suddenly he felt a chill beside him, and a salty breeze seemed to blow through the air.

Turning his head, he spotted a tall hidden god squeezing his way through the crowd to stand next to him.

“Kid, are you the offspring of the Calamity God?

That’s quite rare.”

This character’s attire could also be considered bizarre at the festival; he was a skull figure wearing an eyepatch, draped in a blue cloak with golden stitches in the style of the Country, topped with a pirate hat, and carrying a steel fishing rod on his back.

He looked like…

a ghostly pirate who wandered onto the wrong film set…

Look at the sailor’s knife at your waist!

The bottle of booze in your pocket!

And those handwritten Common Language tags on your clothing!

Although they’re all island nations, Morton and Zero Island are entirely different, big guy, you must be lost!

Gently, Gongsun Ce said, “Sir, you don’t look like a local, your outfit has a Western flair.”

The skeletal pirate took a swig of rum, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered as if rolling his eyes at him: “What are you talking about!

I’m traditionally rooted here on Purple Island as a Direct God follower since the moment I entered the Divine Dao, where do you see any resemblance to foreign long-haired demons!”

Well, now that you’ve turned into a skeleton, it would indeed be hard to find any hair.

Gongsun Ce nodded in agreement, the easygoing Direct God follower started chatting with him: “You, your connections are golden.

What good things have you come across today?”

Gongsun Ce chuckled awkwardly, “I was in a…

smelly mud pit fighting a life-or-death battle with a soul-cutter ninja.”

The Direct God follower looked at his “flame,” and his aura changed instantly, his skeletal jaw quivering: “Kid, then your good luck has got to be tonight!

If you get your hands on something good, give me a shout, and I’ll trade you a treasure for it.”

Great, so you’ve been waiting for me.

Scratching his head, Gongsun Ce found it amusing.

It seemed like these hidden gods were really here for bartering, turning this wish-gathering festival into a trade market.

“Mr.

Direct God follower, you have to tell me first what you want, right?”

But as soon as the skeletal pirate heard this, he suddenly became irate: “Are you deliberately mocking me, kid!

How could I possibly know what I want?!”

Gongsun Ce was taken aback, you can’t pick a quarrel more arbitrarily than this!

He quickly made an apologetic gesture: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

As you can see, I’m a foreigner, ignorant of local customs, so I hope you can forgive my blunder with your generous heart.”

The Direct God follower “hmmphed” angrily and turned away, disappearing back into the crowd of gods, leaving him in the lurch.

Surprisingly, the chattering demons and spirits were silent about his departure, and indeed many of them started giving Gongsun Ce unfriendly looks.

Thinking over the non-human reactions, Gongsun Ce suddenly remembered the faceless woman in the mirror and had a guess in his mind.

Just as he was about to turn and ask, he found that both of his companions were looking at him as if he were insane.

“…Do you think I’m talking to thin air?”

“More like talking to the air that talks back, actually.”

Gongsun Ce sighed and pressed his forehead, then asked, “Miss Shiyu, looking around this street, how many appear to be ordinary humans to you?”

Shiyu Ling frowned in response: “At least more than half.”

Gongsun Ce looked at the street full of otherworldly figures and contemplated gouging out his Netherworld Eyes—probably that would save him a lot of trouble along the way.

In just a few minutes of conversation, the stage set-up was complete.

The divine priests in white Hunting Clothes stood poised on either side, each holding drumsticks, bell trees, lutes, flutes, and cymbals, ready for action; the God of Yuzhuan, in the guise of a fox, was seated on a cushion at the back, holding a wine cup, eyes sparkling.

The witch about to perform the dance knelt in the middle of the stage, with the Divine Entertainment Bell, adorned with five-color ribbons, placed before her; rather than a golden crown, she wore a fox mask on her head.

The divine priests picked up their drumsticks and struck the drum.

“Boom!” The sound echoed through the venue, instantly silencing the noisy environment.

Everyone quieted down as if by agreement.

The ethereal sound of bell trees led the way, other instruments joined in harmoniously, and the witch with the fox mask rose to her feet, unfolding a folding fan from her sleeve, she began the Divine Entertainment Dance to the rhythm of the elegant music.