Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 258 - 186: Top-grade Assistance?

Chapter 258: Chapter 186: Top-grade Assistance?

"Is it Wuzuo? Then we must hack it down properly."

Zhou Xuan halted his steps, pulled out two pieces of human skin, and swiftly tattooed two sets of "Sukuna Hand" with Bone Teeth.

Zhou Xuan had already practiced tattooing the Sukuna Hand before, so he was somewhat experienced. Combined with the fact that the pattern itself wasn’t too intricate, he managed to tattoo quickly under the fully unleashed state of his Perception.

For both tattoos, Zhou Xuan deliberately left the final stroke incomplete, ensuring they could be finished when needed.

Each set of Sukuna Hand tattoos was effective for only ten minutes.

With two sets, it would be twenty minutes. Zhou Xuan didn’t attempt a third set, as his energy couldn’t keep up.

"Two consecutive divinations... My energy levels are pretty much maxed out."

Like an intense summoning, divination consumed immense energy.

After finishing up, Zhou Xuan said to Lv Mingkun, "Let’s go, Fifth Brother, I’ll help you fulfill your wish."

He slipped the Sukuna Hand tattoos into his pocket, crushed Li Chengfeng’s Bone Token, and walked into the night alongside Lv Mingkun.

Little Fuzi watched as Zhou Xuan, Lv Mingkun, and Yun Ziliang left, closed the shop’s door, and was just about to latch it when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Little Fuzi asked warily.

"It’s me!"

Recognizing Yun Ziliang’s voice, Little Fuzi hurriedly opened the door.

Yun Ziliang rushed into the house and pulled out the top drawer of a five-drawer cabinet.

"Grandpa Yun, why are you back?"

Little Fuzi asked.

"I forgot something," Yun Ziliang replied.

He reached into the drawer, grabbed two handfuls of sunflower seeds, stuffed them into his pocket, grabbed a teapot replenished with hot water, and strode out of the shop.

For Yun Ziliang, watching the drama without snacks was like going out in the rain without an umbrella.

...

East Market Street—an avenue of funeral rites—usually bore a heavy sense of death, but never the stench of blood.

Tonight, however, the scent of blood was overwhelmingly thick on the street.

The Liao Ghost had sent many, but they weren’t attacking wildly.

The weaker disciples of the Tangkou, at the three-incense level, were stationed to ambush at the East Street entrance. They employed papermen to the fullest extent to whittle down Wuzuo’s forces.

The greatest weapon of the Wuzuo was their dual bamboo leaf fast knives.

The Liao Ghost, however, relied on controlling two papermen, one black and one white, from afar to confront their enemies.

The white paperman wielded a pair of scissors in its hands, while the black paperman held a curved hook.

In the darkness, the setting worked to the Liao Ghost’s favor.

The black paperman hid in the shadows of rooftops and locust trees, making it nearly invisible.

Whenever a Wuzuo disciple passed by, the black paperman would emerge from the shadows and drive its curved hook straight toward the Wuzuo’s chest.

But there was a stark difference in incense fire levels between the opponents.

The Wuzuo disciples had incense fire levels above four, while the ambushing Liao Ghosts were mostly three-incense level.

A single level’s difference in incense fire was enough to neutralize the slight advantage of the Tangkou’s tricks.

The Wuzuo disciples had no fear of the Liao Ghost’s black papermen. Their superior Perception allowed them to sense the papermen’s stealthy movements beforehand and dodge as if they had foreknowledge.

Moreover, because the black papermen’s movements were linked to the Liao Ghosts’ Perception, any motion from the papermen exposed that link.

With higher incense fire levels and sharper Perception, the Wuzuo disciples could quickly follow the link and locate the Liao Ghost hiding in the shadows. They’d raise their right arm, revealing the human skin grafted onto it.

A palm-sized piece of human skin would fly toward the Liao Ghost’s location, merging with the Wuzuo disciple.

Wherever the human skin reached, the Wuzuo would immediately appear.

This allowed the Wuzuo to close in on the Liao Ghost disciples almost instantly.

For the Liao Ghosts, who relied on controlling papermen from afar as their main tactic, being approached meant death was near.

However, being "closed in on by the Wuzuo" was precisely the strategy premeditated by the Liao Ghost Tangkou.

Their most deadly trap wasn’t the black or white papermen lying in wait by the roadside. It was themselves.

When a Wuzuo closed in, their dual knives would flash like lightning, slashing the nearby Liao Ghost with countless strikes, killing them instantly.

But the place where the Liao Ghosts lay hidden wasn’t occupied by just one person—it was usually three or four.

As the Wuzuo killed the first, that Liao Ghost would use their blood and flesh to grab the Wuzuo tightly around the waist with their arms, enduring the enemy’s swift knives slashing through their body without letting go.

Though their arms would be severed within moments, the brief pause in the Wuzuo’s movement would give the other hiding Liao Ghost disciples the chance to leap out, each with six bone spikes protruding from their faces, and shoot them toward the Wuzuo.

The dying disciple would also fire bone spikes at the same time.

Ten, twenty bone spikes crisscrossed in powerful volleys, turning the momentarily immobilized Wuzuo disciple into a human pincushion.

Your incense fire might be stronger than mine,

but I’ll use my life to fill the gap.

The disciples of the Liao Ghost Tangkou, knowing full well the disparity in incense fire levels, used their lives as traps, managing to suppress the Wuzuo at the East Street entrance.

Unity and unrelenting bravery in the face of death have always been the way small Tangkou from Ping Shui Prefecture survive.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

The howls of the black and white papermen echoed through the East Street entrance. Bodies continued to fall, but the Liao Ghosts’ momentum didn’t wane in the slightest. The once-flat road of East Street now resembled the Netherworld Underworld.

...

The Wuzuo Tangkou used to be mountain bandits, and their tactics differed from the Liao Ghosts.

The disciples of the Liao Ghost Tangkou willingly volunteered, aiming to use their meager incense fire to sap the enemy’s combat strength as much as possible.

They had embraced the certainty of death long ago.

But the Wuzuo only had one goal: to pin down Lao He.

The Wuzuo disciples chosen to launch the attack at the East Street entrance were mere decoys, deployed to draw out the majority of the Liao Ghost forces.

Meanwhile, six Wuzuo surged forth from the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop. Selected by Luo Yunzhou, these were the Tangkou’s strongest disciples, with the highest incense fire levels.

Their sole target was none other than Lao He.