Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 129 - 122 Wash Away Injustice Talisman

Chapter 129: Chapter 122 Wash Away Injustice Talisman

Zhou Xuan suddenly felt that the article he wrote in the morning was written in vain.

If he just mentioned "Jing Deng is Zhang Yihua," Jing Deng would think that he doesn’t know many secrets, not enough significance to take him seriously.

"I need to rewrite it."

Zhou Xuan planned to write it at home in the evening, after thoroughly thinking about the key points, he wanted to use a sharper story to force Jing Deng to respond.

"Junior brother, I’ve finished eating. I’m going to prepare some makeup supplies. I’ll wait for you on the second floor."

Lv Mingkun said.

"Okay."

Zhou Xuan responded and started eating the sugar cakes again. While eating, inspired by the themes of "future, present, past," he recalled what Jing Deng had said—"Time and space inside the Blood Well are chaotic."

The diary was also acquired from the Blood Well.

Normally in a diary, you write the date of the day you are writing, which follows the logic of normal time and space.

What if I follow the logic of "chaotic time and space" in my diary—writing today’s diary with tomorrow’s or yesterday’s date, what would happen?

In an instant, Zhou Xuan felt as if his thoughts were unleashed. He swallowed the sugar cakes in two bites, pulled out his diary, quickly flipped it open, unscrewed his fountain pen, and began writing the diary entry.

"Eating breakfast at my shop in the morning, fifth senior brother is going to help with my makeup, Little Fuzi cleaned up the room after finishing eating."

Just a few simple lines, merely a bland account, but simply for the purpose of testing the diary’s function, it didn’t need to be too exciting; efficiency was the priority.

Zhou Xuan felt it was about right and began to date the entry.

He first wrote tomorrow’s date—August 20th, then quietly watched the diary.

No reaction,

The handwriting was the same as before and slowly disappeared within ten minutes.

Once the handwriting almost vanished, Zhou Xuan began writing again in the diary.

He repeated the content of the diary he just wrote, but this time, he marked the date—August 18th, which was yesterday’s date.

After writing the final character "日" (day),

The handwriting on the diary disappeared at a high speed, but not entirely,

Only four characters remained from several lines, leaving behind "in my own shop".

The words "in my own shop" changed from ink color to blood color and then the surroundings where Zhou Xuan was began to transform.

The shop’s counter became dirty, so did the floor. Zhou Xuan turned around and saw four people in the room,

Lv Mingkun, Lao Yang, Little Fuzi,

And Zhou Xuan himself!

Zhou Xuan was holding a pipe wrench, climbing on the counter ready to poke the ceiling.

"This was last night’s event!"

"The diary brought me back to last night?" Zhou Xuan felt an uncontrollable excitement.

He suppressed his excitement, pacing back and forth in the room. He walked up to "Zhou Xuan," reaching out to touch.

His hand passed through "Zhou Xuan’s" body.

Everyone who appeared in the room was just an image. He walked forward, and when he was half a meter from the wall, it seemed like something invisible blocked him, like a barrier that couldn’t be seen.

He gently pressed his hand against it, feeling that the barrier was somewhat elastic and not hard enough; if he applied force, he could shatter it.

He followed this barrier, feeling and walking around it, after a round, based on the perception from his earlier touch, he realized he was enclosed in a space.

This space was not big, about half the size of a room.

"If the time and space in the Blood Well are chaotic, and the time and space in the real Jing Country are normal, then between the normal and chaotic, there seems to be a third state, and I am currently in this state,

Chaotic time, with the normal me!

This is a bit like the cracks in time and space."

No wonder the Human Turtle desperately wanted this diary and repeatedly claimed that with this diary, he could finally stop hiding.

With this diary, one can hide in the cracks of time and space, becoming untraceable.

"No, it’s not just that simple."

Zhou Xuan tried to enter his Divine Revelation Secret Realm in this space but couldn’t, as if the connection was sharply cut off.

Similarly, he couldn’t enter the Blood Well Secret Realm,

No matter how he tried to solidly imprint the image of the Blood Well in his mind through meditation, he couldn’t enter the Blood Well Secret Realm.

"In this time-space crack, even the connections of Divine Revelation can be severed, let alone various monitoring artifacts and methods."

"This is what the Human Turtle wanted. All his life he just wanted to survive; there’s no better space to survive than in the cracks of time and space,

The Human Turtle’s seven-year plan for the much-dreamed-about diary, indeed it is a precious treasure."

...

While Zhou Xuan was still in "yesterday’s shop," Lv Kunming came downstairs.

"Junior brother, haven’t finished eating yet? I’ve been waiting for a long time, huh, where is he?"

Lv Mingkun saw the empty shop and only a few soup bowls left on the table.

"Where did he go?"

Lv Mingkun stood outside the house, looked around the street but didn’t see Zhou Xuan, then went back upstairs to wait.

...

Zhou Family’s Troupe, under the Ancestor Tree.

Zhou Lingyi suddenly woke up on the lounge chair, feeling that the connection of the Ancestor Tree to Zhou Xuan was suddenly cut off, but it didn’t seem like Zhou Xuan was in any danger, as just a minute ago, Zhou Xuan was still eating sugar cakes.

"Why was it suddenly cut off? Is my brother daydreaming?"

...

Yunluo Mountain Range, Ancient Clan Sacrificial Land,

The Copper Coin Priest, walking around the Human Skin Temple, the Zhou Xuan face tattoo on the Human Skin Temple showed no expression, not even a breath could be heard.

"Did something happen to the Nuo God? Peng Long and Peng Hu should have been watching him."

...

Bang,

Zhou Xuan stood at the edge of the time-space rift, punched the intangible barrier forcefully, and then heard the sound of glass shattering.

Zhou Xuan stood again in the real shop, the counter was clean, the floor was clean, the soup bowls were still there,

"So that’s how the diary is used."

Zhou Xuan wanted to share the joyous feeling with his sister, but right then, a queer sensation dissuaded him.

He first heard a "swoosh" sound, and the incense within his heart reignited,

Then, there was a sensation in his right hand as if it were wrapped in ropes,

Finally, he felt a pair of eyes watching him, his face suddenly felt itchy, and he couldn’t help scratching it.

"I’ve been connected!"

Zhou Xuan thought to himself.

The temporal rift could sever all links from the outside world to oneself, including the Divine Revelation.

Now that he had exited the rift, aside from the reconnection of Divine Revelation,

The wrapping around his right hand was a link.

A pair of eyes watching him was also a link!

Where did these external links come from?

"Sister and the Ancestor Tree might be linked to me, but what about that other link?"

Zhou Xuan clenched his fists,

Feeling secretly annoyed— he was being surveilled, and he hadn’t sensed it at all.

"Who’s surveilling me?

Could it be the kidnapper? The link should have been established in Ping Shui Prefecture; by then, the kidnappers had already left Ping Shui Prefecture, not to mention whether they have the capability to set up a hidden link; they mainly lacked any motive, they didn’t even know I was going to Mingjiang Prefecture, nor did they dare to trouble me in Ping Shui Prefecture. Why would they set up a link idly?

The Blood Well Society?

Impossible, my interactions with the Blood Well Society were all within the Perception Space; they don’t even know what I look like, how could they secure a link to me.

So who else could it be?"

Zhou Xuan tried hard to recall until he remembered his sister’s words—every time the Nuo God appears, the Ancient Tattoo Clan emerges; whenever the Nuo God vanishes, the Ancient Clan disappears.

"The pair of eyes watching me must belong to the Ancient Tattoo Clan,

What are they watching me for?"

Zhou Xuan felt enveloped by an invisible net, an unusually well-made net from the Ancient Tattoo Clan, so seamless that he couldn’t even tell when or where it had been cast.

For a moment, Zhou Xuan felt like a fish caught in a net.

Should he ask his sister and master for help to escape the net?

The movements of the Ancient Tattoo Clan are unpredictable, even the master and sister wouldn’t know where they are, how to escape?

But by the time the net tightens, it would be too late to turn to the master and sister.

"Any boss here, want some fish?"

As Zhou Xuan was meditating on the invisible dangers he detected, suddenly a hawker’s voice came from outside.

Opening the door, he saw an old farmer standing at the entrance, carrying a pole with two bamboo fishing baskets.

There’s a vegetable market on East Market Street, probably the old farmer came out late, didn’t find a suitable stall, so he hawked along the street, asking at every household.

The fish were still lively, jumping about haphazardly.

But the shop had not officially opened, the stove was not lit; buying fish today was impractical.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "No fish today, we haven’t even worshiped the stove god yet, can’t light the fire."

"Then I’ll come by next time to ask." The old farmer smiled slightly disappointed, shouldering the fish to inquire at the next house, but after only a couple of steps, suddenly, a fish jumped out through a tiny broken hole in the basket, falling on the road with a slap.

Zhou Xuan picked up the fish and handed it back to the old farmer: "Can fish still jump out of the basket?"

"No such thing as a perfect fishing basket or net in this world, my nephew’s net has been gnawed through several times. There’s a huge fierce black fish in the river, it always tears the net apart to come in and eat the fish,

Tell me, isn’t that odd? Our own netted fish turned into the hunting ground for that black fish... young boss, young boss."

The old farmer saw Zhou Xuan still in a daze, clutching the fish without returning it, so he urged in a low voice.

"I need to be that black fish, not only to tear the net apart but also to completely devour the fish within."

Zhou Xuan suddenly realized, feeling somewhat relieved, he then told the old farmer, "I’ll buy this fish."

The old farmer was surprised; wasn’t the shop not yet worshiping the stove god? What was the fish for?

Zhou Xuan paid the money, gripped the fish by the gills, and brought it back to the shop, where Little Fuzi was sitting at the door.

"Fuzi, fill a basin with water, let’s keep this fish."

"Young master, this fish isn’t even pretty."

"It may not be pretty, but it is a lucky fish."

Zhou Xuan thought since the Ancient Tattoo Clan had cast the net, he might as well swim in it first, to see what they were up to, and seize the chance to strike back hard.

His sister and master were his strong support, and the diary, capable of severing links at crucial moments, was like the sharpest teeth to tear the net. But most importantly, he needed to figure out the weak points of the net.

"Act as if nothing happened, continue to play along with the Ancient Tattoo Clan, see what they are up to."

Zhou Xuan made up his mind—to first hide the matter about the diary; this play was his trump card and couldn’t be easily revealed.

Moreover, with the diary in hand, even if he were caught in a net, there was still a way to escape... Hiding in the temporal rift, even the God Traveling Department wouldn’t be able to find him, let alone the Ancient Clan.

He couldn’t tell anyone about this; as soon as he did, the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s link would detect it, and his trump card would be exposed, perhaps prompting them to think of a counter-measure.

He went up to the counter, picked up the diary, wanted to close it and put it in his pocket, but found that the diary had changed shape.

It was originally the size of a normal diary, but now it was only the size of a palm, and its thickness had also thinned; on the cover, three characters were written vertically.

"Wash Away Injustice Talisman."

There was a long blank space between "Wash Away Injustice" and "Talisman," not written in a normal style.

"Wash Away Injustice," that was easy to understand, the most direct way to clear someone of wrongful accusations was to investigate and clarify what exactly happened in the wrongful case.

Using the Wash Away Injustice Talisman to return to the time and scene of the incident would allow understanding the hidden truth, resolving the wrongful case on its own.

But the long blank space in the middle, where there should have been more writing, didn’t show because of some queer reason.

"This Wash Away Injustice Talisman might have other mystical aspects that have not been unearthed,

But just from the name ’Wash Away Injustice Talisman,’ the real owner of this book must have been a Public Servant."

Not just a Public Servant, helping people to wash away injustice daily is a bit strange... Since it’s a Public Servant, who could it be?"

The first one Zhou Xuan thought of was the God Traveling Department...

ps: Brothers, the third update is here