Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 176 - 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe_4

Chapter 176: Chapter 154 Fox Lady Paper Axe_4

A shadow slowly walked to the well’s edge, bent down and picked up the Netherworld Stone.

"What the heck is this? I’ve been all over the south and north for so many years and I’ve never seen anything like it."

Yun Ziliang stared at the stone in his hand and then bent down again to pick up a piece of Peng Hu’s torn skin, which had a gecko tattoo on it.

After seeing the tattoo clearly, he threw away the skin and twirled the stone in his hand, like it was a big olive.

"This stone is kinda interesting; I’ll have Xiaozhou take a look later."

Humming a tune, he walked toward his shop.

You see, Yun Ziliang used to be a Dragon Seeking Grandmaster and was extremely sensitive to geomantic changes.

Not long ago, as he was sound asleep in his painting, he suddenly sensed a major change in the East Market Street’s geomancy.

He stepped out from the painting, did some sensing, and noticed changes in two places—one at the far east end and another at the far west end.

For Lao Yun, who loved to watch the excitement, faced with a happy choice: whether to go see the east side or take a look at the west side.

Eventually, he chose the west side since Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop was closer to the west end.

As he reached the west end with his little steps, he saw something shining. Just as he was about to take a closer look, a tree grew wildly without warning, bursting Peng Hu alive.

"Truly thrilling, this trip wasn’t wasted."

Yun Ziliang was extremely satisfied with the quality of today’s excitement.

As for the excitement at the east end, he could no longer sense any geomantic changes by now; it seemed to have ended, and going there would be a waste of time.

"Watched a crazy show and got an interesting thing." Yun Ziliang locked the Netherworld Stone in a cabinet and crawled back into his painting to continue his deep sleep.

...

Sister Cui, covered in blood, helped up the exhausted Mu Hua and checked his back.

"Thank goodness, it’s not too bad."

Sister Cui took a towel, wiped off the Blood Gate from the coffin, and carried Mu Hua to the bed.

"Tao... Tao... will come..."

Mu Hua spoke weakly and stiffly.

Sister Cui didn’t take it seriously and said: "You say that Taoist will come, don’t worry, he will never come! The Taoist won’t come, and the people from the Ancient Clan won’t either. The two of us will be together for life!"

...

Liu Jinmin left the East Market Street and kept walking westward, crossed Jiaofang Road, went up Shitan Street, and finally stopped in front of a small house.

"Walked a bit too far."

Standing under a street lamp, Zhou Xuan, watching Liu Jinmin, said to Lv Mingkun.

"His mother just died a few days ago and he’s wandering around everywhere; this guy definitely has something going on."

Lv Mingkun also said so.

"I’ll take a look." Zhou Xuan tightened his collar and walked over alone.

Zhou Xuan had strong Perception, excelling in uncovering secrets and shadowing subjects.

He approached the cottage window and extended his Perception into the interior.

Inside the cottage,

Liu Jinmin lay on a small bed, set up a smoking pipe, lit a lamp, and his body was still shivering as if he was addicted.

"Turns out to be an old smoker! In the middle of the night, instead of keeping vigil for his mother, he’s here satisfying his cravings."

Zhou Xuan cursed under his breath.

He’d followed Liu Jinmin out in the middle of the night only to find out the man was smoking opium; he felt like he wasted his time.

"Ah, there are smoking pipes, where’s the opium? What’s he smoking without the drugs – fire?"

With all these tools laid out but no drug, what’s he smoking? It couldn’t just be the fire.

Zhou Xuan glanced over the tabletop and a question arose in his mind,

Then he saw,

Liu Jinmin took out a small jar from under the bed.

The jar was bluish-gray, with a round belly and a short form – it was an urn for bone ash, and cremation wasn’t popular in Jing Country; only people who died from diseases were cremated.

Opening the lid, Liu Jinmin scooped some white bone powder with a long wooden spoon into a little copper pot, then he sealed the bone ash urn properly, placed it back under the bed, took out a pack of herbs, and sprinkled some into the bone powder.

Just during his preparations, purple blotches appeared on Liu Jinmin’s face.

"Corpse spots!?"

Zhou Xuan then realized, Liu Jinmin was either already a dead person, or... he was someone who should have died but used Evil Skill to extend his life.

Lying comfortably on the bed, Liu Jinmin poured the mixture of bone ash and herbs into the smoking pipe, lit it up, and started to draw from it.

As he drew, he exhaled wisps of pale yellow smoke. From Zhou Xuan’s Perception, it seemed that a faint life force was drawn out of the bone ash by the flames of the smoking pipe, absorbed into Liu Jinmin’s body.

With the life force being inhaled,

The corpse spots on Liu Jinmin’s face began to fade.

"Ah, after smoking bone ash for three years, this jar really packs a punch; nothing beats my own son’s bone ash."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

He guessed right; Liu Jinmin should have been dead already, sustaining his wretched life through this absurd method of smoking Bone Powder.

But that said, smoking bone ash is one thing, smoking your son’s?

Could a person be such a beast?

"Son, don’t blame your dad for cursing you. You are a sickly man who won’t live long, better to be a believer of the Life God. Life God will keep your dad immortal, and every Tomb Sweeping Day, there will be someone to offer paper money for you."

"Ironsmith, our mom’s name, I gave it to the Life God too... they are dead now, I should receive a decent reward, I can live for another two or three years. Son, for the next two or three years, you will have money to spend, thank your dad."