Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 243 - 180 Bone Elder Singer_4

Chapter 243: Chapter 180 Bone Elder Singer_4

As time goes by, the expectations and curses weighing on one’s shoulders grow heavier and heavier.

In such a narrow crevice, the gifted can only strive to grow. Once that growth halts, those malicious people will immediately pounce, adopting an air of "seasoned veterans" and saying, "See? I told you they wouldn’t make it." This sense of humiliation is unbearable for an arrogant genius—far worse than death.

"I feel that many people are rejoicing in my stagnation, taking pleasure in my lack of progress. I also feel the disappointment of many people I respect."

Gu Ling sighed and said.

"I wish I could help, Miss Gu."

Zhou Xuan couldn’t even manage to make this business deal happen,

since none of the tattoos he had learned could amplify someone’s sensation of pain.

As for the three totems he just learned yesterday—White Tiger Head, Red Snake, Faceless Woman—they demonstrated divination and could channel Divine Power.

Perhaps these totem tattoos could help Gu Ling gather incense offerings.

But every god belonged to its respective Tangkou,

White Tiger Head corresponded to "Tian Jun," Red Snake to "Zhu You," and Faceless Woman to "Witch."

None of them corresponded to Bone Elder’s "Heavenly Official."

"Is there truly no way?"

Gu Ling held great hope for Zhou Xuan’s tattoos. She heard from Si Ming that tattoos could even suppress Blood Well Madness to a great extent.

In this world, there are few tasks more difficult than suppressing madness.

"For now, there’s nothing."

Zhou Xuan was burning the third inch of incense and had learned three types of tattoos thus far. None could address Gu Ling’s symptoms, but that didn’t mean future tattoos would be useless.

He said to Gu Ling: "I’m still comprehending the tattoo designs; maybe I’ll understand something better later on—something that can cure your lack of pain sensation. If there’s a solution, I’ll let you know. I have your phone number."

"Thank you, Young Master."

Gu Ling tried her best to muster a faint smile, shook Zhou Xuan’s hand, and went off to complete tonight’s "toasting task."

She descended again into despair.

"Poor thing."

Si Yuer didn’t like the overly delicate Gu Ling, but that didn’t mean she lacked sympathy for her.

After all, Si Yuer herself had been tormented by madness for four years. Toward Gu Ling, who was afflicted by similarly bizarre symptoms, she felt a sort of "fellow sufferers" connection.

"Brother Zhou, are you truly unable to help Gu Ling?"

"You don’t even like her. Why are you speaking up for her?"

Zhou Xuan was a keen observer and had already noticed from Si Yuer’s actions and expressions earlier that she wasn’t particularly fond of Gu Ling.

Si Yuer crossed her arms and said, "Dislike is one thing, pity is another. It’s truly a pity—she was once publicly regarded as the most likely successor to the Bone Elder Association."

"That bunch in the Bone Elder Association, trying to use pain to sacrifice to the Heavenly God—what utter nonsense! But I must admit, Gu Gexing’s talent really is extraordinary."

Yun Ziliang finally snapped out of his "fanboy" mindset and began analyzing Gu Ling from the perspective of a Dragon Seeking expert.

"Bone Elder’s true gift lies in Blood and Flesh Rebirth. Their flesh and blood are peculiar, carrying fragments of souls. The self-repair ability of the soul is far superior to flesh and blood.

As for Gu Gexing’s flesh and blood, they are even stranger. I’ve always felt she lacks flesh altogether, and instead, it’s her soul that has formed a physical entity."

"Why do you have such an impression?" asked Zhou Xuan.

"The ethereal quality of her singing voice—isn’t that deeply soulful?" Yun Ziliang said with a look of reverence.

"Lao Yun, snap out of it. You look like a brainwashed fanboy."

Zhou Xuan found it nauseating.

"I’m just putting things sentimentally. Look, when she regrows severed fingers, as the flesh buds form, the cut-off finger starts to wither. That’s a phenomenon of the soul being drained.

Because she lacks real flesh—only soul—the soul, when subjected to the axe and blade, does not feel pain. The conventional methods of creating pain, including cutting, flaying, drowning, and burning, fail to injure the soul.

If the soul cannot be harmed, how would she feel any pain?

But her current state didn’t just come about overnight. It must have evolved as she grew up, with her soul gradually replacing her flesh, until now she’s become a true soul entity, incapable of feeling pain."

"You know, Lao Yun, your explanation has given me an idea on how to tattoo her."

Zhou Xuan’s eyes lit up.

"What tattoo do you plan to make?"

"Totem tattoo!"

"But your three totem tattoos don’t match the Tangkou."

"That’s precisely why they’d work."

Zhou Xuan clarified.

Yun Ziliang’s gaze started from confusion, but then he suddenly grasped Zhou Xuan’s meaning. "You sly rascal," he said.

Totem tattoos are applied to living individuals but come with numerous taboos.

For instance, the body needs to endure the power of the totem, and the Tangkou must align correctly.

If something goes wrong, the totem could backlash, resulting in effects ranging from Nightmare to Evil Ghost possession.

What they needed was Evil Ghost possession.

"When Evil Ghosts tear at flesh, they’ll simultaneously tear at souls! If the soul sustains damage, wouldn’t Gu Ling, as a soul entity, once again taste the sensation of pain?"

Zhou Xuan explained.

"It’s viable, but the steps in the procedure need careful deliberation."

Yun Ziliang added, "We don’t know the exact strength with which Evil Ghosts possess a body. If the force is excessive, wouldn’t Gu Gexing risk being consumed to death?"