Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 435 - 232 Spiritual Communication Characteristic

Chapter 435: Chapter 232 Spiritual Communication Characteristic

The Blood Well, summoned by Zhou Xuan, swirled into a vortex in his palm, enveloped "Mo Tingsheng’s" eyes, and slowly disappeared.

The eyes were directly sent into the City God Taoist Temple within the Divine Revelation Secret Realm,

without needing Zhou Xuan to carefully explain, the well had already activated the "Minister of the Ministry of Justice" mode, hastily initiating the attack,

just now "Mo Tingsheng" ambushed Zhou Xuan, making the Blood Well both angry and restless, escalating the punishment directly to vent Zhou Xuan’s anger.

The eyes commanded by the Blood Well were all filled with bloodlight, and the gaze they cast transformed into "Red Silk Whips", lashing "Mo Tingsheng’s" eyes until they cried out.

With a single whip, not only did cracks appear on the eyes, but a blue-green flame roasted them as well,

the double agony subjected "Mo Tingsheng’s" eyes to hellish torment.

If external torture is the destruction of blood and flesh, strong-willed sufferers, or those like the perverts of the Suffering Faction with the ability for Blood and Flesh Regeneration, don’t feel intense pain,

but the torment of the temple eyes targets the will itself, even the temple master couldn’t withstand it, turning from a tough nut to a panicked bird.

"Aiyo, did I violate some heavenly rule to be beaten like this?"

The terror in the temple master’s eyes was intense, so intense that he started to "sell friends for glory," fearing the flaming whip would continue with him after dealing with "Mo Tingsheng."

"I report, I know whose eyes these are, it’s the kidnapper’s Yan Zhongdao,

I must report this."

"Well, after dealing with Yan Zhongdao, give the temple master a beating too."

Temple master: "..."

"I despise traitors among comrades."

The well received the order, splitting a third of the eyes to flog the temple master.

Even after several consecutive lashes, he remained silent, knowing Zhou Xuan favored tough individuals; he pretended in hopes the beating would end quickly.

"Oh, such a hard bone, put some power into it, beat until he begs for mercy."

Temple master: "..."

Temple master: "Don’t you like tough bones?"

"Don’t think too much, I just purely dislike you."

The Blood Well continued educating the temple master, who cried painfully, wishing dearly for death.

Meanwhile, the four brothers of the Ancient Clan Shi temporarily confined within the Taoist temple, were enjoying the spectacle, having a good relationship with Zhou Xuan, ensured they didn’t worry about getting the harshest beating.

While the temple master was being beaten, "Mo Tingsheng’s" rebellious consciousness was crushed under a bout of "reformative education."

Zhou Xuan gazed into them, seeing memories within his eyes,

this time, the temple master indeed didn’t lie, impersonating "Mo Tingsheng" was Yan Zhongdao, who was actually a woman.

The kidnappers once had three masters: Dog King, Chun Meng, Yan Zhongdao.

Zhou Xuan previously thought they simply had high Incense Fire Levels.

Now he realized — the kidnappers’ definition of mastery differed from other halls.

The kidnappers valued disciples’ functionalities and their contribution to hall business.

Dog King had canine skin,

some disciples gravely ill in the hall, as long as they were wrapped in canine skin, could survive, given they donned it daily, being Dog King’s dogs.

Chun Meng’s dreamscape, similar to the storyteller’s "Dream into Dream" of eight incense sticks, contributed greatly to the hall business from within Shande Hospital.

Yan Zhongdao had a decent Incense Fire Level, nearly ascending to six incense sticks,

but her greatest skill was her Sacrificial Refinement of human skin and tongue; the skin allowed her to transform into anyone’s appearance.

This transformation was even more genuine than an actor’s face change.

The tongue acted like an airborne dagger, ensuring Yan Zhongdao’s assassination efficiency.

Named after Yan Zhongdao, her assassination and kidnapping relied on turning into beautiful males or enchanting females to seduce "clients."

Apart from assassination and kidnapping,

Yan Zhongdao’s largest role in Kidnapper Hall was impersonating Mo Tingsheng.

The Mo Tingsheng seen when negotiating with other halls was played by Yan Zhongdao.

"Caught a fake, such a waste of time."

Zhou Xuan directly told the Blood Well, "Well, refine the Divine Soul in her eyes, and mount them as ’divination tools’ on the wall."

Zhou Xuan wasn’t refining the temple master for now, letting him watch on how he wades through the muddy waters of Mingjiang Prefecture, intending to occasionally give him a beating.

As for Yan Zhongdao?

A kidnapper on the verge of six incense sticks, what caliber is that, to deserve the same harshness as the temple master?

Zhou Xuan, having exited the Divine Revelation Secret Realm, pointed outside the stone house and said, "I still have some matters to handle, you all go wait outside first."

"This..." Supervisor Li Zheng hesitated a bit, feeling it breached protocol.

Qing Feng pulled him, Wang Xu, and Zhang Yifeng, out of the stone house, leaving Zhou Xuan alone.

As the stone house door closed, Zhou Xuan waited a few minutes, and after the Blood Well finished processing Yan Zhongdao’s soul, he said, "Well, dig in, ration of a near six incense sacrificial offering."

The eyes on the City God Taoist Temple walls began to frantically blink, consuming Yan Zhongdao’s body piece by piece,

until only bones were left.

Utilizing white bones had always been a specialty of Divine Revelation Black Water.

But Black Water differed from the Blood Well.

Blood Well accepted anything, neither a single incense stick was too low, nor were seven or eight incense sticks sacrificial offerings too high.

Black Water was selective; it would only reach out for bones of seven or eight incense sticks.

"Water, next time learn from the well, conserve more resources."

Zhou Xuan chided Black Water, opened the stone room door. Li Zheng glanced inside, instantly turning pale. He wanted to tell Qing Feng about the situation inside, but Qing Feng was conversing with Zhou Xuan, so he didn’t interrupt.