Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 173 - 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe

Chapter 173: Chapter 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe

"Ah? Mrs. Liu is already dead? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Lao Yang shook his head like a rattle drum, unwilling to believe Lv Mingkun’s statement.

He remembered clearly, at that time he had just finished bathing, his alcohol buzz hadn’t faded, he was frustrated from losing at cards and was looking to do something "exciting",

He happened to bump into Mrs. Liu heading into the bathhouse and immediately called her into a corner, asking her to bring the "eye tattoo" into the bathhouse. Initially, Mrs. Liu was reluctant, but Lao Yang offered to waive ten days’ rent which persuaded her.

The whole process was elaborate and reciprocal, and the tattoo was personally handed over to Mrs. Liu by Lao Yang, how could there be a mistake.

"I’ve already confessed such an embarrassing thing, why would I lie to you guys about Mrs. Liu?" Lao Yang was so agitated he almost swore an oath.

Zhou Xuan, supporting his chin, said quite seriously: "Perhaps, both you and Senior Brother Lv are correct, Mrs. Liu probably died yesterday, and the Mrs. Liu who took your tattoo today might not be a living person."

This statement made Lao Yang’s hair stand on end, he quickly gestured with his hands, his face pale as he said: "Brother Zhou, don’t scare me."

"Lao Yang, you said you saw a group of Ghost Ladies through the tattoo, I fear the deceased Mrs. Liu didn’t go to a bathhouse with the tattoo, but to some other strange places, like gravesites..."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he took Lao Yang to Mrs. Liu’s house.

At the entrance of Mrs. Liu’s main hall, there was a memorial set up, and her son and daughter were arranging the funeral.

Lao Yang and Zhou Xuan pretended to come to mourn and looked inside the coffin.

Upon inspection, Zhou Xuan saw Mrs. Liu’s body lying in the coffin, wearing a cap, funeral garments, and a pair of black cloth shoes on her feet.

Looking closely, there was also some soil in the coffin.

"See that soil?" Zhou Xuan asked Lao Yang.

Lao Yang was puzzled, commenting that Mrs. Liu’s family didn’t bother to clean up the coffin properly.

"What are you thinking!" Zhou Xuan gave Lao Yang a thump on the back of his head and said: "Mrs. Liu’s soul wandered, toured around and then came back, bringing some dirt with her."

Zhou Xuan picked up the soil, rubbed it forcefully in front of Lao Yang, clearly dispersing it, yet when he opened his hand, there was nothing.

This was the dirt carried back by the soul.

Mrs. Liu indeed died, and her soul wandered, but where did the tattoo go?

It wasn’t in the coffin... perhaps... it was under Mrs. Liu’s body.

"Keep watch for me, I’m going to move Mrs. Liu..." Zhou Xuan said, then reached out and tilted Mrs. Liu’s body slightly, lifting it up a bit.

Just as he had guessed, under Mrs. Liu’s buttocks was that eye tattoo.

Zhou Xuan retrieved the tattoo, then he and Lao Yang left the house, where they met Liu Jinmin.

Liu Jinmin, Mrs. Liu’s son, was very warm-hearted, he held a red booklet, telling Zhou Xuan and Lao Yang: "Gentlemen, you’ve just delivered a white gift but didn’t write your names, please do so, so at least we know who to reciprocate to."

Lao Yang grabbed the pen, ready to write his name in the red booklet.

The pen was dipped in cinnabar, and just as its tip was about to touch the paper, Zhou Xuan suddenly snatched it and signed "Zhou Dafu", "Yang Bailao" in the booklet with elegant, generous strokes. After examining his handwriting carefully, he felt quite satisfied and handed the booklet back to Liu Jinmin.

"Lao Yang’s handwriting is ugly, I wrote it for him," Zhou Xuan smiled at Liu Jinmin, then pulled Lao Yang away.

"Brother Zhou, why did you sign with two false names?" Lao Yang wondered.

"Lao Yang, try to give me less trouble in the future! Some names can’t be signed randomly."

Zhou Xuan had heard from Li Chengfeng that Evil God controls followers with four methods, calling by name is the first, where followers sign their names on paper, then burn it to ash, mix it with water into mud, and smear it onto the Evil God.

"This is a funeral, a solemn occasion, who uses a red booklet to record guest names? Even the ink is cinnabar, there’s a sinister vibe, so don’t act too honest, just sign some false names, otherwise, you won’t even know how you died."

Zhou Xuan explained plainly, enlightening Lao Yang.

Lao Yang hastily thanked him: "Oh my, this sounds more and more like a trap, thank you, Brother Zhou, your rent is waived for three months... no, four months!"

Zhou Xuan didn’t hear what Lao Yang was saying; he was twisting his head, staring at Liu Jinmin, who was presenting the red booklet to everyone, asking them to sign their full names...

...

Zhou Xuan returned to the shop and asked Lv Mingkun, "Fifth Brother, do you know how Mrs. Liu died?"

"It was said to be an accident while she was working, she worked at a glass factory, somehow a large piece of molten glass fell onto her head, instantly melting her scalp, leaving just a bald skull,

Her family came to my Jingyi Shop, I told them my work is meticulous, I can fix her body to look almost normal, they thought 150 was too expensive and went to Old Dao Bazi instead."

"Old Dao Bazi" also has a Jingyi Shop on East Market Street, always drunk, his work is rough but cheap, and business is okay.

Zhou Xuan heard this and said: "No wonder Mrs. Liu was still wearing a cap lying in the coffin, probably Old Dao Bazi didn’t manage the scalp well, and her family thought it looked bad, hmm... Senior Brother Lv, you were doing Jingyi work this afternoon too."

"Yeah, the client was an Ironsmith!"

Zhou Xuan certainly knew the deceased was an Ironsmith, he also knew the Ironsmith died when the furnace overturned, a red-hot iron rod impaled his throat!