Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 242 - 180 Bone Elder Singer_3

Chapter 242: Chapter 180 Bone Elder Singer_3

On the stage, the dancers wore outfits resembling "grass skirts," paired with leather shoes, and performed tap dance.

Those thighs,

so long,

so fair,

made Lao Yun’s eyes burn with frustration, cursing incessantly, "How indecent! Such a disgrace!"

But despite his ranting, those old eyes didn’t glance elsewhere even for a moment.

In the center of the stage stood a singer in a black qipao, draped with a silk scarf. Her eyes radiated enchantment, her waist moved seductively, and her voice—sweet with a trace of wildness—captivated the ears of everyone present.

"Rose, oh rose with your thorny edge~ Tomorrow storms may break and rage~ Yet cannot destroy twin blossoms on vine~ Rose, oh rose, my love divine..."

"The song is really wonderful."

What Zhou Xuan actually wanted to say was that the song sounded delightful, the dance looked spectacular, and those thighs were dazzling.

"Of course it’s good. This singer is one of the best in Mingjiang Prefecture... Besides the songstress from Bailemen, who can compete with her?"

Si Yuer leaned closer to Zhou Xuan’s ear and whispered, "She’s also a Bone Elder."

"I know scholars come from the Bone Elder Association, but singers too?"

"She’s the one Housekeeper Bai introduced to you—the famous Gu Ling." Si Yuer explained, "This elder sister of yours is both a Bone Elder and a singer; many big bosses are her fans."

Not just big bosses,

but even our table had one — Lao Yun, who had his head bobbing to the rhythm, deeply enthralled.

After the song "Rose, oh rose, my love divine" came to its end, Yun Ziliang sighed heavily,

"My ancestors were pitiful. What kind of pleasures did they ever know? Places like this—that’s what you call fun, gorgeous scenes, and sublime songs."

"Lao Yun, less time losing money at the mahjong parlor, save up two or three days’ worth of gambling fees, and you can afford to come here to listen to tunes."

Fifth Senior Brother mocked Yun Ziliang.

"Losing money? I’m not losing money, I’m exchanging card skills!"

"Exchanging means sometimes winning and sometimes losing. Have you ever won?"

Fifth Senior Brother continued his assault, unleashing his full verbal whip.

"I... I..."

Yun Ziliang stammered for a while, muttering "winning and losing doesn’t matter, happiness does," and spewing other nonsensical phrases like "early gains aren’t real gains, late gains crumble the bed." His possession of philosophical gibberish left everyone in a fit of laughter.

"Thank you, esteemed bosses, for supporting us. The charity wine banquet is for goodwill. Tonight, I implore everyone to be generous and extend a helping hand to those affected by the flood in West Moon Town."

Gu Ling finished speaking and gave the audience a bold and graceful bow.

"We should also donate money."

Yun Ziliang appeared brainwashed.

"Donate, donate... and then not have gambling fees for next month." Zhou Xuan replied.

"Then... no donation."

Zhou Xuan grinned. At least Lao Yun hadn’t completely lost himself; he still had a bit of rationality.

After her performance, Gu Ling walked over to toast at every table of big bosses, eventually reaching Si Ming’s table.

Si Ming first stood up and gestured toward Zhou Xuan before speaking to Gu Ling, "That’s the Young Master."

"Thank you, Master Si, for the introduction."

Gu Ling did not continue to toast the rest of the big bosses. Instead, she went straight to Zhou Xuan, smiled alluringly, and said, "Young Master, I’ve heard about you from Master Si. He says you understand tattoos."

"Somewhat."

Zhou Xuan raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with Gu Ling.

Both took a sip of wine, and Gu Ling casually seated herself on an empty chair, tilting her body slightly as she cooed, "Young Master, please help me."

Her syrupy tone made Si Yuer turn away in disgust; she couldn’t stand women who were coy and pretentious.

The other big bosses were equally irritated,

Why?

Why is it that we donate money and organize charity banquets, yet can barely share a cup of wine with Gu Ling, while this young lad gets her personal company?

Where’s the justice?

But everyone present knew Gu Ling was a Bone Elder, so they only dared grumble under their breath. As for pulling her away from Zhou Xuan’s table—none had the guts for that.

...

"Miss Gu, please explain your situation."

"I’m a Bone Elder, which I trust the Young Master is aware of."

"Go on."

"I worship the God of Suffering and Calamity. Daily, I must subject myself to immense pain. But... my ability to feel pain has suddenly vanished."

Gu Ling grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table and stabbed them forcefully into her thigh.

Thud!

A muffled sound rang out,

The chopsticks had penetrated her thigh, but Gu Ling’s expression didn’t change at all, as though her leg weren’t her own.

"The sensation of pain is completely gone?"

"Yes."

Gu Ling pulled out the chopsticks, and the wound on her thigh began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her skin, smooth and white, showed no sign of having been harmed.

"Young Master, we Bone Elders accumulate divine incense by enduring pain. The more suffering the body endures, the faster the incense gathers."

Zhou Xuan muttered to himself—so all Bone Elders are essentially masochists? But Li Chengfeng didn’t seem to torture himself.

"Without the sense of pain, I can no longer accumulate incense."

Gu Ling’s gaze dimmed.

"Not being able to gather incense doesn’t seem like such a big deal." Zhou Xuan chuckled. "Miss Gu, with your incredible singing voice, being a songstress isn’t bad at all."

Even if her incense ability stagnated, Gu Ling was already a Bone Elder with a remarkable singing talent. A life of affluence seemed well within her grasp—she should be content.

"Young Master, you may not understand. For us Bone Elders, talent is measured by the regenerative capacity of our bodies. My gift..."

Gu Ling grabbed a nearby dining knife and sliced into her middle finger.

The severed finger tumbled onto the table in front of Zhou Xuan,

while Gu Ling’s finger sprouted a fresh bud that grew rapidly upon exposure to air. Inch by inch, it thickened,

Within two or three minutes, Gu Ling’s new finger had fully grown.

The severed finger on the table, meanwhile, had withered into a wrinkled strip of skin.

"Regeneration of severed limbs?"

Zhou Xuan was astonished by Gu Ling’s talent and understood why she was so obsessed with advancing her incense accumulation.

For those who worship through rituals of darkness, the higher one’s talent, the more they attract elders and relatives who crowd to admire and cheer for them. Of course, there are also ill-intentioned folks who deliver "praise on the surface, curses deep within."