Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 227 - 173: Just Wanna Bully You!_2

Chapter 227: Chapter 173: Just Wanna Bully You!_2

Although that night it was overly irritable...

Moreover, Zhou Xuan listened to Li Chengfeng today recount the reasons why the Blood Well could fuse with Divine Revelation. He is the one closest to the Blood Well.

For Yun Ziliang to avoid the Blood Well, he first has to avoid Zhou Xuan.

"Hmph! Can’t be bothered to explain." Yun Ziliang hugged the radio and went back into the painting.

...

Deep into the night, at the fourth watch, the people at the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop were already resting, except Yun Ziliang, who was holding a radio and listening to programs inside the painting.

Inside the painting, all external signals were isolated, including the radio signal, naturally.

Yun Ziliang, resourceful as always, stuck the antenna of the radio out from the painting.

If an outsider were to come in and see this, they’d exclaim, "Wow, how come an ancient painting has a radio in it?"

It would give off a vibe akin to "Guan Yu riding a bicycle for a thousand miles all on his own."

The kicker was that this painting could only be observed from a distance, not inspected up close—getting too close risked being poked by the antenna.

"Why isn’t there a decent program? Some opera or storytelling? I’m so tired of all this."

Yun Ziliang twisted the tuner impatiently, becoming more and more irked. Eventually, he stepped out of the painting, set the radio onto the table, and stood before the painting, gazing at the delicate tiny calligraphy on it: "Dragon Seeking Grandmaster of Hidden Dragon Mountain, Heavenly Master Mansion."

He stretched out his hand and lightly caressed the three words "Hidden Dragon Mountain," sighing sorrowfully, "What a place of treasure and blessings, all slaughtered clean!"

"The Hidden Dragon lineage—over a thousand Heavenly Masters—has now been reduced to a half-human, half-ghost wretch like me.

Daoist!?

Daoist, if I could recover the half of my body I’m missing, let’s see which of you dares descend into the human world!"

...

At Hui Feng Medical College’s Weird Creature Research Institute,

Wang Yiweng was utilizing the Blood Well’s Brain to explore the memories of "Hunger."

From Hunger’s memory imagery, Wang Yiweng saw the Qiye Temple and glimpsed a peculiar talisman script.

He quickly jotted everything down on paper.

Though he himself was still starving, he forced himself to endure. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he found a hand piercing straight out through his chest.

He wanted to turn around to see who had ambushed him, but before he could, another hand extended and thrust its fingers deep into his face, which then slowly clenched tightly.

Wang Yiweng lost consciousness.

A woman in a white lab coat stepped out from behind Wang Yiweng, knelt on both knees before Hunger, kissed the glass of the water tank, and then reached out to grab at the Blood Well Human Brain.

"Ah... ah..."

The Blood Well Human Brain was gripped by intense terror. All four human brains within it trembled violently, emitting a piercing, shrill wail.

The woman clutched her ears in pain...

...

The morning sunlight was truly magical. Each time you stared into it for a while, it inevitably gave you the illusion that "the world is beautiful, and life still holds hope."

Sister Cui’s food stall was busiest around this time of day.

Lately, Mu Hua’s smile had grown increasingly bright. He greeted everyone with a grin, his joyful expression drawing envy from some of the customers. These types always waited until Sister Cui wasn’t looking before taunting him maliciously.

"Oh? A fool knows how to smile? Come on, give us a laugh."

"You, a fool, huh? So cheerful, huh? Laughing so much, huh?"

"Laugh my ass. Keep laughing, and I’ll poke your eyes out."

Of course, they wouldn’t actually poke his eyes, but there were always twisted-hearted folks who dared to jab at Mu Hua’s chest or the small of his back.

One such individual, a flower binding worker named Liu Chang, was seated at a table in front of the food stall, eating a bowl of noodles.

The night before, Liu Chang had been berated all evening by a nitpicky client. Before coming to grab some breakfast, he’d been docked 65 cents off his wages by his boss.

The more he watched Mu Hua’s laughter, the more upset he got. He thought to himself: I work this hard every day, bowing and scraping to everyone, but you—just a fool—get to laugh this sweetly?

The more he thought, the angrier he grew. Liu Chang picked up his chopsticks and stabbed toward Mu Hua’s abdomen.

In an instant, Mu Hua clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, gasping sharply. He could feel pain but could not comprehend complex emotions.

He didn’t understand why Liu Chang would stab him. His face twisted, and he looked at Liu Chang, still with a sunny smile on his lips—he only knew that he should always smile at people.

Liu Chang acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to eat from his bowl of noodles and even "kindly" alerted Sister Cui.

"Sister Cui, your Hua Zi suddenly has a bellyache and is lying on the ground, wailing."

When Sister Cui heard that, she rushed out from the inner room and supported Mu Hua. "Hua, what’s wrong?"

"Pain... pain..." Mu Hua pointed at the side of his stomach.

Sister Cui pulled up Mu Hua’s coarse work shirt and saw a purplish mark where he’d been poked.

"Damn it, who the hell bullied my Hua this time? Have some goddamn humanity, will you?"

Heartbroken, Sister Cui hugged Mu Hua and cursed loudly but had no idea who had poked him—Liu Chang had already switched seats by then.

"Whoever poked my Hua, may you die childless! May your son be born without an ass!"

Sister Cui’s curses were loud enough that Zhou Xuan, who was washing his face, heard them and walked out of the shop.

Noticing the commotion around the food stall, he walked over to listen. After a moment, he understood: someone had bullied Mu Hua, but no one knew who.

Zhou Xuan headed straight to the nearby alley next to the food stall. Finding it empty, he pulled out the Wash Away Injustice Talisman and entered the time rift ten minutes prior.

Within the time rift, Zhou Xuan observed the events outside the food stall. Finally, he saw Liu Chang stabbing Mu Hua with the chopsticks...

Boom,

Zhou Xuan shattered the time rift,

and walked up directly to Liu Chang.

At that moment, Liu Chang was still reveling in the twisted satisfaction of Sister Cui’s angry tirade.

Suddenly, Liu Chang felt as if a sharp arrow had pierced his abdomen, and instantly curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

He looked up in pain to see Zhou Xuan standing above him.

"It... it wasn’t me who bullied Mu Hua..."

"I didn’t say it was you who bullied Mu Hua. I just felt like bullying you!"

Zhou Xuan grabbed Liu Chang’s hand and slammed it onto the table, then drove the chopsticks through his palm with force!

The wooden chopsticks pierced through Liu Chang’s hand and embedded into the tabletop with a dull thud.

"We’re all out here making a living—don’t vent your anger on a fool. From now on, whoever bullies Mu Hua, I’ll personally bully them."

"Go report me to the authorities or gather people to beat me up—your call." Zhou Xuan pinched Liu Chang’s cheeks, delivered a final resounding remark, and helped Mu Hua to a seat to rest.

"Th-thank you!"

Mu Hua had learned the phrase after much practice. He finally managed to say it, albeit awkwardly.

"Kid, if anyone bullies you in the future, hit them back! If you cause any trouble, come find me. If you don’t hit them, they’ll just keep bullying you."

Zhou Xuan finished speaking, comforted Sister Cui with a few words, and returned to the shop.

Liu Chang felt both furious and humiliated. His hand impaled on the table, he didn’t even dare to utter a harsh word, let alone entertain thoughts of revenge.

Though Zhou Xuan hadn’t been on East Market Street for long, no one there was unaware of him!

Everyone knew that the big boss, Lao Yang, had a close relationship with Zhou Xuan,

and that the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop frequently welcomed esteemed guests—judging by their attire, they were not ordinary people.

No one on the street dared to provoke Zhou Xuan...

...

Zhou Xuan returned to washing his face and brushing his teeth. Once finished, he went to the front hall, where four bowls of steaming hot pork belly noodles were lined up on the counter.

He went to wake up Little Fuzi, Yun Ziliang, and Lv Mingkun one by one for breakfast.

By ten in the morning, the rush at Sister Cui’s stall had died down. Little Fuzi and the now-recovered Mu Hua resumed playing with their iron hoops.

Zhou Xuan called out to Mu Hua, "Hua Zi, come over for a moment."

Mu Hua glanced at Zhou Xuan, processing for two or three seconds before walking over to him.

At Qiye Temple, Monk Zhu Jiu had told Zhou Xuan that people who look exactly alike might be "mirror people."

Zhou Xuan wanted to test whether he and Mu Hua were mirror people...