Day and night tour

Chapter 64 Blood Well Society
When the young man's knife was only half an inch away from Zhou Xuan's throat, a shadow appeared on the open sunshade awning of the department store.

The shadow swam over Zhou Xuan's body in an instant and wrapped around him, as if he was wearing a black tights. Then, taking advantage of the angle of Zhou Xuan's body, the shadow turned into a black sharp knife and stabbed towards the young man's heart.

Before the sharp knife moved, the positions of the three copper coins changed again, from the shape of a Chinese character "品" to a stack of human figures.

The young man immediately put away his knife and took two steps to the center of the road, barely brushing past the sharp black knife that was following behind.

It seemed extremely thrilling, but in fact it was all within the young man's calculations.

The shadow missed the first strike, but he did not slow down his attack and was about to pounce on the young man again.

Unexpectedly, the young man first pointed to the sky, then clasped his fists, and said in a gentle tone with a smile: "Let's stop here. The Sun Patrolling God is watching. If we break the rules, neither of us will have a good ending."

The shadow looked up at the sky following the man's finger and saw a white lantern floating in the air more than ten meters high.

On the belly of the lantern, there is a golden eye.

It is forbidden for evil spirits and gods to fight to the death on busy streets of Taiping Prefecture. If anyone breaks the rules, the patrolling gods have the right to detain him and take him to the parade hall. If anyone tries to resist, they will be killed in the street.

The God Tour Division is a very difficult place. No matter how powerful or smart a person is, they will suffer. No one wants to stay there...

"Zhou Xuan, go home. That dog either really wants to kill you in the street, or it wants to test our skills."

After Shadow finished speaking to Zhou Xuan, he swam up to the gate shed.

Zhou Xuan carried a lot of bags and went to the teahouse to find Lu Kunming and return to the Zhou family.

Along the way, he kept muttering, "That man holding the copper coin seems to have the ability to predict the future. He can accurately predict when I will strike the wake-up stick, and then take precautions against the dream in advance... What should I do if I meet him next time?"

……

After returning to the troupe, Zhou Xuan did not tell his sister about the attack. Although he knew that he could not hide it from Zhou Lingyi, it was good to let his sister worry for a while longer.

"Isn't the story Liangzi that you're sending to your sister this time?"

"It's not really a gift. I was in a bad mood, so I went to a department store and saw that the doll was cute, so I bought it for my sister."

Zhou Xuan did not mention the White Walkers. Since his sister fed him White Walker blood silently without telling him, there must be a reason for that. It would be better not to break the window paper.

Zhou Lingyi was playing with the doll with a smile in her eyes.

"We have the same cup and pocket watch. When you drink water, you think of me. When I drink water, I think of you. We are siblings, and we are connected by heart."

Zhou Xuan placed the cups of water in place and exchanged pleasantries for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

Zhou Lingyi placed the doll at the head of the bed. She had been trained by her family since she was young. She first went to worship the "witch" hall, and then received inhuman training and became the night-wandering god of Pingshui Prefecture. Not long after that, she took charge of the Zhou family troupe and carried the huge opera troupe business on her shoulders.

Until now, she only sighed that for more than 20 years, some people regarded her as the successor, the boss of the theater, the master of the parade, and the genius of the family, but almost no one had ever thought about her thoughts. She wanted to be an innocent child, a little girl who had dreams of love...

"My younger brother is the only one who treats me like a child, like a little girl... He is more caring than anyone else."

……

"Tsk, why buy a pocket watch? It's expensive and inconvenient, it's a waste of money. This pipe is fine."

"Don't want you to give it back to me."

Zhou Xuan tried to snatch the Watson pocket watch from Yuan Buyu. The Watson watch had tougher lines than the Wannianling watch and was more suitable for Yuan's age.

Yuan Buyu laughed and put the watch directly into his inner pocket, saying, "Remember to buy a leather chain next time. This silver chain is too delicate. I don't like it..."

"You still picked it?"

Zhou Xuan saw a fresh beer on the stove, so he took a glass from a new cup and said as he drank, "Old Yuan, your apprentice was almost killed in the street today..."

"How can a kidnapper deal with you? You are so cunning, you must be trying to trick me into feeling sorry for you."

"Really... That man held three copper coins in his right hand and could predict the future. When I struck the wake-up stick, he cut his hand and used the pain to break my dream."

Zhou Xuan recounted the situation when he was attacked, and sighed, "I was afraid that others would know when I hit the wake-up stick, so I deliberately put my hands behind my back to prevent others from seeing me. Who would have thought that person could tell fortunes!?"

"Oh, he should be the dog raised by the Dog King."

Yuan Buyu said: "There is a master among kidnappers, called the Dog King, who offered four sticks of incense at the end of last year. This man has both the skills of a kidnapper and the unorthodox method of raising dogs inherited from his ancestors, so he is quite difficult to deal with.

As for the dog you are facing, he is not a kidnapper, but a fortune teller. He uses the three-stick incense stick method, called the money fortune telling. He can tell fortunes very quickly, which has a certain degree of restraint on us storytellers."

"Old Yuan, after hearing what you said, why do all the gangs restrain us storytellers?"

"The restraint between incense and fire is not constant. The fortune teller restrains the storyteller, but he can't restrain me. I have been accompanying you around these past two days, and you are bullying my apprentice? You are so bold!"

Yuan Buyu spoke in a domineering manner. Zhou Xuan gave him a thumbs up: "This is my good master... Today I heard that person mention something called the Day and Night Wandering God. Why haven't I heard of this?" "There's nothing good to hear about it. The Day and Night Wandering God is just the most powerful Yin and Yang gods. They have the power to enforce the law. Some are responsible for mediating conflicts in the martial arts world, and some are responsible for maintaining the order of Yin and Yang."

Yuan Buyu explained.

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Have you ever seen the God of Day and Night?"

"The identities of this group of people are all secret. They won't come out until something serious happens. Most of the people who have seen them are dead, and the few who have seen them don't dare to spread their identities around."

“So, those who travel around the world only hear the names of the day and night wandering gods, but have almost never seen their true bodies.”

After Yuan Buyu finished speaking, he prepared to cook and wanted to chase Zhou Xuan away: "Go back to your room and come to the cafeteria to eat later."

"Don't rush to cook. I found some clues about the blood well." Zhou Xuan said in a low voice.

"Let's go and have a chat."

Old man Yuan took off his oily coat and went back to the house with Zhou Xuan.

inside the house,

Zhou Xuan gave a general account of the secret code of the Blood Well Gathering that he had discovered.

"Ah? There's actually such a gathering?"

"Old Yuan, you are not a psychic of the Blood Well. Although you know that the Blood Well has hallucinations, you cannot empathize with what the hallucinations themselves feel like and how terrifying they are. When you read the article published by the Well Light in the newspaper, you were not as sensitive as I was, so you naturally ignored their traces."

"Ah."

Yuan Buyu agreed with Zhou Xuan's statement. He lit a water pipe, took two puffs, and said, "I think we can join this meeting and listen to what Jing Deng has to say. What if he really has a deep understanding of the Blood Well?"

"I want to go, but I'm afraid it's not safe."

Zhou Xuan said, "After releasing my perception, I will be connected to those Blood Well psychics. My appearance and surrounding environment will be exposed. If they are really Blood Well people, it's fine. But what if there are people with ulterior motives among them? Wouldn't I be a fish to be caught?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Yuan Buyu said: "I will help you have a dream. Your image and surrounding environment in the dream can be whatever you want, and nothing can be exposed."

"No flaws?"

"A dream that lasts one incense stick has many flaws. A dream that lasts two incense sticks is no different from reality. If you want to find the flaws, you not only need to touch it, but also need to carefully ponder it. With your perception, there is no chance to touch it. With two incense sticks, you can guarantee that it will never be exposed."

After Yuan Buyu finished speaking, Zhou Xuan pointed to his throat again: "Where's that sound?"

"Aren't you being too cautious? Speak up and see."

Yuan Buyu pointed his finger at Zhou Xuan's chest, then moved it upwards to his Adam's apple.

Zhou Xuan only felt a flow of air from his chest to his Adam's apple.

"What is this... Hey, my voice has changed?"

He heard his voice become high-pitched and thin, like a little boy who had not yet reached puberty.

"Let's go to the gathering together in the evening and meet the Blood Well Psychic named Jingdeng."

……

7:14 p.m. was the latest rally time "announced" by Jingdeng in the newspaper.

Yuan Buyu had changed Zhou Xuan's voice early on, and then set up a dream scene in the house - in a fishing boat floating on the sea, a bearded fisherman was sitting in the cabin.

When Zhou Xuan was at the gathering, the others saw his image, which was just a fisherman sitting in a fishing boat. It was a fake identity anyway, so he was not afraid of being exposed.

"Send a secret code." Yuan Buyu reminded Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan nodded, closed his eyes, and released the psychic feeling. The hard objects around him became distorted, and the iron lampshade became like a piece of gauze.

"After the rain, the sky cleared up in Pinghu. After the rain, the sky cleared up in Pinghu..."

Zhou Xuan lowered his head and recited silently. As he was reciting, he heard an echo in his ears. There were more than a dozen voices of different textures, chanting the same secret code as his.

At this time,
A woman's voice with a Buddhist nature clearly reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

"Hello, I'm Jing Deng, a psychic from the Blood Well who has lived for fifteen years without going crazy. I welcome you to the Blood Well Society..."

(End of this chapter)