Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 254 - 185: Battle of East Market

Chapter 254: Chapter 185: Battle of East Market

It was heard that the Kidnapper Hall could actually recruit Lu Yusheng, and Luo Yunzhou was quite surprised.

"You guys could actually recruit the Zhi Jia Master?"

"It’s just a Holding Armor Incense Master, Second Master Luo, why be surprised?"

Mo Tingsheng wasn’t boasting; deep down, he thought the Zhi Jia Master was somewhat insufficient in status.

Recently, the Kidnappers had several "Class C" and "Class D" trading hubs taken down by the Liao Ghost Hall.

Although their higher-grade goods hubs were unaffected, the Liao Ghost’s attack significantly damaged the Kidnapper’s reputation.

As a terror group in Mingjiang Prefecture, impression matters; once the reputation crumbles, any riffraff dares to cross the line.

Therefore, against Lao He and the Liao Ghost’s attacks, swift and overwhelming retaliation was necessary—to show all of Mingjiang Prefecture that the Kidnappers remain formidable.

"Is recruiting the Zhi Jia Master still not enough?"

Luo Yunzhou asked naively.

"The City God has three leaders—Hall Master, Qing Feng, and the Stele King. I originally thought that tonight, at least one of them would show up."

Upon hearing Mo Tingsheng’s words, Luo Yunzhou felt a chill in his heart—the comparison was infuriating.

"Our Wuzuo seeing the City God is like a mouse seeing a cat—fleeing for dear life. I never thought they could be within your control—what a wide gap."

Both belonging to Alien Ghost Sects,

and with connected Alien Ghosts not above the Heavenly Dome, without the backing of truly mighty God-level figures, it was unthinkable how the Kidnappers could establish such a prosperous hall.

"You Wuzuo are merely Wuzuo. What you care about is how much money the hall earned this year, or how many disciples were added. Your hall doesn’t pursue truly grand goals."

"You do?"

Luo Yunzhou was a little indignant. "We Wuzuo aim for money and disciples. Isn’t that the same for your Kidnappers?"

"Of course we do."

Mo Tingsheng sneered, "We Kidnappers seek revenge! Kidnapping and trafficking are for money, but that money will never just sit coldly in our bank accounts as lifeless numbers."

"You Kidnappers in Mingjiang, other than those few Divine Office figures from the Bone Elder Association and the Ancient Scholar, aren’t you free to kill whoever you want?"

Luo Yunzhou asked in confusion.

This time, Mo Tingsheng didn’t bother clarifying his doubts.

"The cicada cannot discuss ice,"

Mo Tingsheng inherently looked down on someone like Luo Yunzhou.

"Focus on the task at hand."

He pulled out a flat metal flask from the pocket of his suit, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and gazed at Luo Jingtang, the Wuzuo performing an autopsy on Chun Meng.

Luo Jingtang was Luo Yunzhou’s younger brother and had just reached the five-incense level.

In terms of Incense Fire Level, Luo Jingtang fell short of the Wuzuo Hall Master, but when it came to the "Corpse Language" technique, no one within Wuzuo could rival him.

He drizzled Corpse Oil onto Chun Meng’s White Bones, reciting a spell—the scenes of Chun Meng being driven insane at Mingdong Shande Hospital by Zhou Xuan’s storyteller "Dream Generation" method unfolded before his eyes.

The more he saw, the deeper his frown. Watching until the scenes vanished, he slowly stood up and walked toward Mo Tingsheng.

"Mr. Mo."

"What are the results of Corpse Language? What method was used to kill Chun Meng? What does the killer look like?"

"Chun Meng’s White Bones have been left exposed for too long; Corpse Language is no longer effective."

"Nothing can be heard at all?"

Mo Tingsheng stared into Luo Jingtang’s eyes.

"Nothing." Luo Jingtang shook his head firmly.

"Since the clues are broken, let’s set aside avenging Chun Meng for now. But—tonight’s matter with Lao He must not fail."

Mo Tingsheng stowed the flask back into his pocket and left the cemetery.

Luo Yunzhou gazed at Mr. Mo’s departing figure with regret, saying, "Chun Meng’s White Bones have been left out for too long. If they had been fresher, we might have been able to extract the information and claim a hefty reward from the Kidnappers."

"Brother, I actually did hear something," Luo Jingtang said.

"You heard something? Then why didn’t you tell Mr. Mo?" Luo Yunzhou asked.

"The one who killed Chun Meng was a storyteller. I understand the first six tiers of the storyteller’s methods, but the method used by this storyteller, I genuinely cannot comprehend."

Not comprehending was expected; Zhou Xuan’s storyteller eighth-tier technique, "Dream into Dream," was beyond even Yuan Buyu’s understanding, let alone Luo Jingtang’s.

Luo Jingtang added, "That storyteller is likely at the seven-incense level. Brother, the Kidnappers provoked a seven-incense storyteller in Ping Shui Prefecture and were forced back to Mingjiang Prefecture by them single-handedly. Such a figure is someone we absolutely cannot afford to cross."

"Then what’s the worry? We sell the information to the Kidnappers. If they can handle that seven-incense figure, great; if not, they still have to pay us for the intel."

"Brother, you’re being foolish! Provoking a seven-incense storyteller is akin to inviting trouble from King Yan—such a person cannot be trifled with. Otherwise, we might be walking down the street one day, not knowing when our heads will roll."

While Wuzuo had once been mountain bandits, slaughtering and plundering without fear,

Luo Jingtang was one of the few disciples within Wuzuo who understood the meaning of "fear and respect."

"Hmm... then forget about Chun Meng’s matter for now, and you go gather twenty-five disciples at the four-incense level to join me in East Market Street to eliminate Lao He."

"If it were up to me, I’d suggest not going at all."

Luo Jingtang said, "The Kidnappers have made too many enemies and grown too big. Following them won’t lead to a good end. Even if we retreat to the mountains to resume being bandits, we could still..."

"Slap!"

A resounding slap knocked out one of Luo Jingtang’s teeth.

"Are you the Second Master, or am I the Second Master?" Luo Yunzhou felt his authority had been challenged.

Luo Jingtang dared not say more.

"The Kidnappers recruited Lu Yusheng. Do you even know who Lu Yusheng is? The Zhi Jia Master of the City God!"

So what if it’s a Holding Armor Incense Master?