Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 174 - 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe_2

Chapter 174: Chapter 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe_2

"Ironsmith and Mrs. Liu’s deaths bear some similarities."

Zhou Xuan further inquired, "Is the Ironsmith’s body still in the shop?"

"The ritual is done, the master of the house has taken it away."

"Senior Brother Lv, let’s step out and keep an eye on Liu Jinmin..."

Zhou Xuan suspected that the deaths of Mrs. Liu and Ironsmith, especially with Liu Jinmin’s red booklet, resembled too closely a ’naming ceremony.’ He suspected that the deaths of these two were tied to some Evil God.

Whether it’s an Evil God or not, Zhou Xuan wouldn’t interfere, but... where there’s an Evil God, there’s bound to be Evil Skill, which often spells misfortune for many, potentially giving rise to ’obsessions.’

Zhou Xuan wished to learn a new tattoo map, which required entry to the Totem Hall.

To enter the Totem Hall, the first ordeal was to help ’Wash away injustice’ and use the number of these cleansings to earn his entry into the Totem Hall.

"Let’s go!"

Lv Mingkun donned his hat, and set out with Zhou Xuan.

...

It had been less than two days since Liu Jinmin’s mother’s death, but hardly any grief was visible on his face.

Besides handling the red booklet and asking the condolence visitors to sign it, he spent most of the time chatting joyously with the female fruit shop owner across the street, occasionally erupting in laughter.

He chatted until 10 pm before whispering something to his sister, then confidently strode out of East Market Street with the red booklet in hand.

Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun discreetly followed him.

...

Around 10:30 pm, East Market Street was bustling, with all shops busy at work.

Peng Hu, dressed in a long robe, walked through East Market Street.

Tonight, he was determined to connect with the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Lowering his hat, Peng Hu moved through the crowd, using the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s method of transmitting messages to call for the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

"Legend of the Hundred Spirits, Nuo God manifests, the opportunity for our clan has arrived."

"Nuo God named Zhou Xuan, meet him quickly, our clan will soon come to guide him!"

"If he is taken back to Yunluo Mountain Range, Tattoo Clan, Jade Gate Ascension!"

He transmitted the message every few hundred meters.

From the east end of East Market Street to the west, Peng Hu transmitted the call six or seven times without any response.

The situation was identical to his previous efforts in connecting to the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Undeterred, Peng Hu walked the street again, continuing to transmit,

Still no response from the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Resigned, he returned to the Penglai Inn.

In his room at the inn, he painted a copper coin design on his face with cow’s blood, linking up with the Copper Coin Priest.

"There’s no response from the Legend of the Hundred Spirits!"

Peng Hu grew more distant towards the Copper Coin Priest since the last time Peng Long died at Zhou Xuan’s hands and the priest had stopped him from seeking revenge, their tension had worsened.

At this moment, Peng Hu didn’t even address the other as a priest.

"Please Netherworld Stone Lord!"

The Copper Coin Priest sighed and instructed Peng Hu to use the final method.

Peng Hu briskly acknowledged and wiped off the cow’s blood, then took out an ordinary-looking stone from his bag and left the inn.

Summoning the Netherworld Stone Lord required performing the ritual in a place rich with moonlight or sunlight.

He sat by an abandoned well at the west end of East Market Street, where foot traffic was rare and moonlight abundant, a suitable place for summoning the Netherworld Stone Lord.

Sitting on the ground with the stone cradled in both hands, as he breathed in and out, the surroundings illuminated by moonlight began to darken, the light absorbed by the stone.

As more moonlight was absorbed, the originally yellow wax stone shell emitted a faint, ghostly glow, and Peng Hu became completely enveloped in the darkness.

"Hum, hum!"

Once the stone absorbed moonlight beyond a certain threshold, it suddenly hopped, the movement not strong, akin to a heart throb.

"The time is right."

Peng Hu began murmuring the witchcraft spell, and as the spell was activated, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and other orifices.

As the blood dropped, it flew towards the stone, striking the glowing shell and emitting a sharp, shrieking noise.

The shriek resembled the sound of metal rubbing against metal, only several times louder and sharper.

As the shriek swept across East Market Street, within it one could faintly hear the name "Legend of the Hundred Spirits" being called.

"Legend of the Hundred Spirits!" "Legend of the Hundred Spirits!"...

At that moment, a copper coin tattoo appeared on Peng Hu’s face, as the Copper Coin Priest initiated contact with him.

"No response, still no response."

Peng Hu had driven the Netherworld Stone Lord with his blood calling "Legend of the Hundred Spirits" over ten times, but, just like his previous transmissions, he still received no response from the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Peng Hu began to doubt if the Legend of the Hundred Spirits mentioned by the Ancient Clan even existed in East Market Street!

"The Legend of the Hundred Spirits is in East Market Street, the Hundred-Eyed High Priest has seen it," the Copper Coin Priest asserted decisively.

He then sighed and added, "But there’s something strange about East Market Street, even the Hundred-Eyed High Priest can only see the entire street but can’t precisely locate the Legend of the Hundred Spirits."

"Drive the Netherworld Stone Lord, as long as you keep driving it, the Legend of the Hundred Spirits will definitely be found."

Peng Hu had no choice but to continue.

The shrieking persisted,

...

"Coming... coming..."

Mu Hua had never felt this agonized; it felt as if thousands of hands were clawing inside his body.

"Hua, are they still searching for you?"

"Pain... pain!"

Mu Hua’s eyes were red with pain, struggling, he crawled out of the bed, unable to endure any longer, and staggered towards the coffin in the room.

This coffin, Sister Cui always claimed, was prepared for herself, but in reality, it was for Mu Hua.

Mu Hua thrust his middle finger into his mouth, biting it fiercely, and with the Finger Blood, drew a door on the coffin.

"Legend of the Hundred Spirits!"