Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 184 - 157 Miss, Your Horse Armor is Showing_2

Chapter 184: Chapter 157 Miss, Your Horse Armor is Showing_2

Zhou Xuan said, "Fifth Brother, I just heard someone speaking inside that dog’s body. It must be its master. The master isn’t just one person; I heard two voices, a man and a woman.

They didn’t realize at first that the dog had entered a dream, and to make it easier for the dog to find us, they kept the link tight. I overheard their conversation, but shortly they realized the dog’s anomaly and killed it."

"What did they say?" Lv Mingkun asked.

"They’re planning to capture us as sacrifices."

As Zhou Xuan spoke, he burst into laughter.

Lv Mingkun was also infected by the humor and laughed, "Haha, they must be overthinking. Sending a dog to catch us is just not going to work."

"We can’t underestimate the dog’s masters. They mentioned just now that the Life God is the weakest Evil God they have! Plus, they could quickly break my dream, at least at the Five Incense level."

"Uh..."

Lv Mingkun hesitated a bit.

*This statement carried a lot of weight—the weakest Evil God, which means they have more than just the ’Life’ Evil God, probably many more.*

Besides,

*the dog’s masters could control Evil Gods, and their incense fire level was quite high.*

*What are they exactly? Divine People, Great Yin People? Alien Ghosts? Or even stronger Evil Gods?*

"This Mingjiang Prefecture is too bizarre, having Evil Gods is one thing, but having them as subordinates?"

Zhou Xuan thought he should not only understand divination but also have Li Chengfeng bring some ancient books about Evil Gods to take a look.

*For the sake of the number of times he could wash away injustice, Zhou Xuan estimated he would have to ’deal’ with Evil Gods in the future.*

...

After a busy night, Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun returned home and fell asleep as soon as they hit the bed.

When they woke up, it was already noon,

Little Fuzi had cooked up a table full of dishes. He set up a table on the second floor and called Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun for lunch.

The two dressed, washed up, and gathered around to eat.

Zhou Xuan scooped up some food and asked Little Fuzi, "Where’s Lao Yun?"

"He went to buy roast chicken and liquor."

"Lao Yun’s meals are quite good every day; every meal has to have some heavy meat," Lv Mingkun said. "I guess he was worn out back at the Old Painting Pavilion, eating potatoes every meal; who could stand that?"

"Worn out? My, my ancestors were nobles, having a hundred or two hundred dishes every meal, what’s roast chicken compared to that?"

Yun Ziliang huffed and puffed up the stairs, overhearing Lv Mingkun’s remarks, and retorted.

When he reached the table, he took a look and scoffed, "Little Fuzi’s cooking is just so-so, but it’s too bland, these edamame, greens, tofu, are you feeding rabbits here?"

"Eat mine." Lao Yun could be harsh with his words, but he wasn’t stingy, tearing off two chicken legs and giving one each to Zhou Xuan and Little Fuzi, then tearing off half the chicken’s tail to hand it to Lv Mingkun, "You only deserve this."

Lv Mingkun: "..."

Little Fuzi chewed on the chicken leg and asked Yun Ziliang, "Grandpa Yun, you just said your ancestors had a hundred to two hundred dishes each meal, is that true? I’ve never even seen a hundred dishes."

"Would I lie about that? I could name a few for you—steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast..."

Yun Ziliang rattled off two or three dozen dishes without taking a breath, leaving Little Fuzi drooling with hunger, even making the meal more delicious for him.

*Zhou Xuan, however, listened with a frown, poking Yun Ziliang with his chopsticks, "Lao Yun, your ancestors don’t sound like nobles, more like street performers."*

"..." Yun Ziliang.

*"Isn’t that just reciting dish names?"* Zhou Xuan said, pulling out a gavel from his pocket, and with a "bang" he smacked it on the table, winking and saying, *"How about taking this gavel and going to East Market Street to perform for some money to support the family?"*

Yun Ziliang clapped his hands in reverse on his knees, shaking them up and down, *"To think of sending a dignified Great Heavenly Master to perform on the streets? What a disgrace... what a disgrace!"*

A round of joyful laughter erupted in the room.

After the laughter subsided, Yun Ziliang proposed the idea of raising the "card fee" to Zhou Xuan.

"Again, how much this time?"

"How about two hundred?" Yun Ziliang said brashly.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Lao Yun, it’s not that I’m stingy with money; I’m just afraid you’ll go further down the gambling road! Today you play the ten-dollar ones, tomorrow it’s two hundred, and the day after it’s two thousand. When you’ve gambled away our entire shop and stand there realizing you’re in the middle of the gambling deep sea, you can’t make it back to shore!"

"I don’t care. If you don’t raise my card fee, I won’t show you the good stuff..."

"What good stuff?"

"A stone!"

"..." Zhou Xuan: "Mr. Yun, are you mocking me like a kid?"

"This isn’t just any stone!" Yun Ziliang said with a sly smile, "It’s a stone of the Ancient Clan, what they call the Lord of Netherworld Stone!"

"Come on, how could a stone from the Ancient Clan end up in your hands?"

Zhou Xuan wasn’t surprised; he just thought Yun Ziliang was talking nonsense.

How could someone who couldn’t even get past East Market Street get hold of a stone from the Ancient Clan?

"Why would I lie to you?"

Yun Ziliang recounted the bustling scene he had witnessed by the well on East Market Street the night before.

"A rough man, with a gecko tattoo! The gecko was about this big..."

Yun Ziliang gestured with two fingers and continued, "The gecko was holding a stone, meditating on the ground, and a locust tree grew from under his butt! The tree grew bigger and bigger until it burst him open!"

He spread his hands to the extreme, trying to demonstrate what being "burst open" looked like, and along with this, he wiped his face, like wiping rainwater away after being drenched.

"A living person was burst open by that tree, and it rained blood... As for me, the cunning Dragon Seeking Grandmaster, unafraid of the blood rain, strode elegantly and steadily to that tree and picked up the Ancient Clan’s stone."