Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 240 - 180 Bone Elder Singer

Chapter 240: Chapter 180 Bone Elder Singer

Xu Li heard it was Zhou Xuan on the phone and immediately brightened up, saying repeatedly: "Oh, Xuanzi, how’s life in Mingjiang Prefecture? Eating well? Getting used to the climate?"

"Eating well, sleeping well too. How’s the Zhou Family’s Troupe doing?"

"Thriving! Your senior brother is so busy every day his feet practically hit the back of his head... You must miss the Class Leader too; let me go get her on the phone."

Xu Li had lots she wanted to say to Zhou Xuan, but the Class Leader took precedence. After all, they were siblings, and she knew how to prioritize.

So, she set down the phone and went to fetch Zhou Lingyi to answer.

"Little brother, are you short on money?" Zhou Lingyi asked knowingly.

"No, no, I’m good. My shop just got its phone installed; when you connect, use Mingjiang Prefecture’s East Market Street Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop."

Zhou Xuan shared his shop’s contact info with Zhou Lingyi, and then the two siblings started chatting casually.

What they talked about most wasn’t their mutual longing, but whether the Zhou Family Troupe’s Ancestor Tree had grown lush, and whether the stray cats on the rooftop had grown chubbier.

It was the same when chatting with Yuan Buyu—talking about which radio programs were nice to listen to, or if the kitchen chef’s skills had improved lately.

The deepest affection seemed hidden within the mundane corners of life.

The only mention of personal well-being came from their second senior brother, Zheng Jiujang.

"Little junior brother, you’ve really helped me out. That medicine is magical—finally, I can lift my head. My wife praises my health every day now."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

...

After finishing his chat, it was Little Fuzi and Lv Mingkun’s turn to talk to familiar members of the troupe.

Zhou Xuan occasionally chimed in with a joke from the side.

It’s said that the fifth senior brother had great rapport with the Zhou Family’s Troupe; his conversations were lively and fun, almost as if he could drink with their senior brother Yu Zhengyuan through the phone.

Little Fuzi, being young and excitable, kept reminiscing about his master; he even got teary-eyed as he spoke.

Zhou Xuan smiled while observing the cozy atmosphere of the shop, marveling at how telephones bridge the gap of distance in life.

"The telephone is truly one of humanity’s greatest inventions."

Inside, phones were ringing warmly; outside Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop came the sound of a car horn.

"Young Master."

"Brother Zhou."

Housekeeper Bai and Si Yuer stepped down from a brand-new black Mei Ken sedan.

"Little Yu Er, Housekeeper Bai."

Zhou Xuan pointed at a chair inside the shop, inviting them both to sit.

Si Yuer didn’t sit but gestured toward the Mei Ken sedan, saying to Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou, this is your new car. My father and I picked it out all afternoon; we felt Mei Ken cars suited your temperament best."

In Jing Country, the most popular cars were naturally Meite—affordable and fuel-efficient.

Mei Ken held a smaller share of the market in Jing Country, mainly because its price was prohibitively high.

However, its sleek design and powerful engine made it a favorite among nobles, wealthy heirs, and affluent young men.

"Did you really buy such an expensive car?"

Zhou Xuan walked around the car, complimenting it repeatedly: "Not bad."

"My father said that part of the payment was covered by my tattoo fee, while the rest was mainly to thank you and Qiye Temple for saving our lives."

"Speaking of tattoos, how’s the effect of the Nianhua Tattoo?"

"Amazing."

Si Yuer said, "I slept on the tattoo last night, and in my half-asleep state, I saw a golden hand making a Nianhua gesture, hovering above my head. The Buddha energy it emitted felt so warm. This morning, my mother even checked it and said the tattoo’s effect was even stronger than that of Buddha’s head."

"But, the madness hasn’t been fully cured yet. Over time, there’s still a risk of recurrence..."

"That’s alright; next time I’ll come up with an even better tattoo for you."

"With you around, Brother Zhou, I don’t have to worry at all." Si Yuer’s trust in Zhou Xuan was absolute.

After chatting about the tattoo, Zhou Xuan shifted the conversation to the car.

He pointed to the Mei Ken sedan and said, "This car is stunning."

Most men love cars, especially genuine vintage models. Zhou Xuan grabbed the keys, started the car, and took it for a couple of laps around East Market Street.

Housekeeper Bai stared blankly at the speeding Mei Ken sedan and murmured, "The Young Master is really multi-talented; he even knows how to drive."

"There’s nothing my Brother Zhou can’t do."

Si Yuer was already a die-hard fan of Zhou Xuan, seeing him through a filter of admiration.

When Zhou Xuan returned with the car, he parked and said to Si Yuer, "Is Master Si home? I need to make a phone call to thank him."

A gift like a luxury car deserves gratitude, even if just a courteous thank-you over the phone—it’s only appropriate.

But Si Yuer waved her small hand, saying: "No need to thank him. As long as you like it, Brother Zhou, that’s all that matters."

Housekeeper Bai then pulled out a promissory note from Huifeng Trading Company from his pocket. He bent slightly and handed it respectfully to Zhou Xuan with both hands, saying: "Eight thousand bucks—this is the fee for the five-element talismanic script. Please, Young Master, accept it with a smile."

"I’ll definitely accept it—after all, greedy for money, greedy for money."

Zhou Xuan took the promissory note and slipped it into his pocket.

"Brother Zhou, we’re heading out first; tonight there’s a charity gala at the Metropolitan, and my father insisted I attend. It’s about time now."

Si Yuer, growing impatient, prepared to bid farewell to Zhou Xuan.

"Young Miss, wait a moment; there’s one more thing to mention." Housekeeper Bai was meticulous; he told Zhou Xuan, "Our master has introduced a business lead to you—the client is Miss Gu Ling from the Bone Elder Association."

"What’s the situation?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Miss Gu Ling is a Bone Elder who is not favored by the Heavenly God of Suffering. Her incense offerings can no longer burn. If Young Master can help... Here’s her business card."

Housekeeper Bai handed over a golden business card, bearing just five words on the front—Metropolitan Gu Ling.

Below the name was a phone number.

"Where does she live? I’m free tonight and can go meet her."