Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 248 - 183 White Tiger Red Snake_3

Chapter 248: Chapter 183 White Tiger Red Snake_3

In the next moment,

Gu Ling’s gaze returned to normal.

She said, "Tian Jun said he’d arrive at two o’clock."

"Two o’clock? The time is about right."

Gu Ling’s eyes gleamed with excitement, as if what she was waiting for wasn’t a ferocious "backlash," but a sweet reward.

When the time arrived,

a sound like a tiger’s roar emanated from inside the room.

Suddenly, the sturdy walls of the room seemed to become as soft as thin gauze, gently swaying under the riverside night wind.

Zhou Xuan felt a chilling sensation.

"Spirits come, spirits go, come forth, come forth, wandering souls without a place to return..."

A voice reached Zhou Xuan’s ear.

Zhou Xuan knew too well what this voice signified—it was the call of Soul Shepherd City’s will.

Back in his previous life, after his car accident, he had heard this very voice that compelled him toward Soul Shepherd City.

"Lao Yun truly knows it all,"

Zhou Xuan murmured in admiration.

Yun Ziliang had spoken of "Tian Jun’s" ability, which was to open a passage between the human world and the Spirit Realm.

Once the passage was open, humans could step from the human world into the Netherworld, and vengeful spirits and evil ghosts could naturally cross from the Netherworld into the human realm.

Zhou Xuan’s spiritual ability allowed him to perceive unclean things; he saw dozens of "people" passing through the delicate, gauze-like walls of the room, gathering eagerly around Gu Ling, jaws wide to bite down. With each bite, chunks of flesh were torn free.

"Evil ghosts devouring her body?"

Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but sweat for Gu Ling.

Dozens of evil ghosts gnawed madly at her, starting with her slender arms, which were consumed the fastest.

Within mere minutes, her arms had been stripped down to white bone.

But Gu Ling possessed an extraordinary ability for blood and flesh regeneration, and almost instantly her flesh regrew.

Yet, just as it regenerated slightly, it was once again devoured completely.

Beyond her arms, her back was also relentlessly ravaged by the ghostly frenzy.

The expression of pain and distortion on her face revealed her struggle—she was nearing her limit.

Meanwhile, the number of evil ghosts inside the room continued to grow.

"Let me know if you need help," Zhou Xuan shouted.

Gu Ling raised her skeletal right hand and lightly waved it, signaling she didn’t need assistance.

As the number of evil ghosts in the room peaked and Gu Ling’s bloody flesh struggled to regenerate,

she propped up her battered body and swung her left hand decisively at her right hand, severing the skeletal limb, which fell onto the floor.

"Demon-slaying and binding evil spirits~ Slay thousands of ghosts~ Banish foul corruption~ Dao Qi Yan Yan."

Gu Ling seemed like a burning torch, her body radiating an eerie green luminescence.

Under the glow that enveloped the wicked ghosts, a fire ignited in their bellies, at their Dantian points.

Gu Ling then gently blew out a gust of wind, which grew stronger and swept the fire from their Dantian into their internal organs, setting their entire bodies ablaze.

The evil ghosts screamed in agony, and within moments, the room fell silent.

Gu Ling recited a Protective Divine Spell, restoring her body.

"What kind of fire is that?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The sixth-level technique of the Bitter Calamity Celestial Official—’Dao Yan Divine Spell.’"

Gu Ling stretched her neck, feeling invigorated all over.

"Tian Jun and Zhu You said they’ll come find me again tomorrow."

"Coming back tomorrow to reward you again?" Zhou Xuan asked. "Do you need a third tattoo?"

"No, no, this is enough for now. With another one, I fear I truly won’t hold on."

Gu Ling made tattoos to rekindle incense offerings, not to court death.

The backlash from Zhu You and Tian Jun had already pushed her to the limits of her abilities.

"Once the tattoo’s done, I’ll be on my way. Don’t forget to settle the payment," Zhou Xuan said, feeling his fragile psyche shaken by witnessing two successive scenes of backlash.

"Young Master, wait for me, let me take a shower and see you off,"

"No need to bother. My car’s still parked at the Metropolitan entrance."

Lv Mingkun couldn’t drive, and Mei Ken’s car only worked if Zhou Xuan drove it.

"Then you should escort me instead."

Gu Ling threw a flirtatious glance at Zhou Xuan.

Such audacity—Zhou Xuan opted for dignity, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper while waiting for Gu Ling.

After the sound of running water in the bathroom ceased, there was sudden movement at the door of the waiting room.

"Lingling, are you there?"

"She’s in the shower," Zhou Xuan replied.

Bam!

The door was kicked open.

A man with a menacing and ferocious demeanor stormed in, barking at Zhou Xuan, "Who the hell are you, motherfucker?"

Zhou Xuan lifted his head and exchanged a glance with the man.

This man—Zhou Xuan recognized him. It was the "Holding Armor Incense" Lu Yusheng of the City God, an exceedingly arrogant figure.

"I’m your father, mind your manners when you speak to me!"

Zhou Xuan set the newspaper aside, his hand already reaching for the Wash Away Injustice Talisman.

He scrutinized Lu Yusheng. If Lu Yusheng dared make a move, Zhou Xuan would unleash the talisman.

Moreover, if he had to resort to this secret technique in Lu Yusheng’s presence, he resolved that he’d have to kill Lu Yusheng to avoid future trouble.

Two sticks of incense to kill five sticks—an apparently impossible feat, but Zhou Xuan had gained new insights.

After performing two successive tattoo-related divinations for Gu Ling, Zhou Xuan had further developed his understanding of "divination" and concocted a refined strategy for wielding Sukuna’s Power.

"Insolent words! You deserve death!"

Lu Yusheng had been pursuing Gu Ling, yet she wasn’t interested, always fobbing him off with other singers at the Metropolitan.

Half an hour ago, he had been drinking at the Metropolitan, waiting for Gu Ling to appear, but she remained absent, prompting him to storm into her waiting room.

Yet when he knocked on the door, he discovered another man inside.

Another man, alone in Gu Ling’s room while she was showering—it was enough to ignite his fury.

And being insulted face-to-face by Zhou Xuan tipped him over the edge.

He couldn’t stand it.

Even though Zhou Xuan was under Li Chengfeng’s protection, Lu Yusheng intended to strike, crippling Zhou Xuan’s limbs.

After all, Li Chengfeng was just a fleeting autumn locust; his days were numbered.

A sharp gust of wind swept through as Lu Yusheng’s hand hurtled toward Zhou Xuan’s face.

Zhou Xuan was prepared to burn one of the Wash Away options and invoke divination to borrow the Nuo God’s power for a proper clash with Lu Yusheng. But at that moment, Lu Yusheng suddenly let out a scream and staggered back a step.