Chapter 128 - 121 Spiritual Snake Tattoo

Chapter 128: Chapter 121 Spiritual Snake TattooPeng Long and Peng Hu walked around East Market Street three times, but did not hear any response to the Legend of the Hundred Spirits. The two then returned to the inn. East Market Street is not a tourist attraction, with few out-of-towners, so naturally, inns wouldn’t be found everywhere. On the entire street, there is only one inn, named Penglai Inn. Zhou Xuan was also staying at this inn. Peng Long took out a bottle of cow blood from his bundle and smeared a Copper Coin pattern on his face, which was his connection with the Copper Coin Priest. "There was no response to the Legend of the Hundred Spirits!" Peng Long honestly reported. The Copper Coin Priest said then, "Perhaps he doesn’t want to respond. Twenty-three years is a long time; enough to change many people’s minds. It doesn’t matter, give him three days. After three days, you brothers notify him again. If there’s still no response, we’ll have to call upon the Netherworld Stone Lord. Without the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, we cannot firmly secure the Nuo God! During the remaining time, protect the Nuo God well. Anyone who harbors ill intentions towards him, no matter who, take their head!" The connection was cut off, and the cow blood on Peng Long’s face turned murky and dark. He washed his face and then sat down on the bed. The two brothers knew that Zhou Xuan was also staying at this inn. With the Human Skin Temple of the Copper Coin Priest, the Ancient Tattoo Clan had already firmly nailed the connection with Zhou Xuan. Whatever Zhou Xuan said, did, or saw, would be received by the Human Skin Temple, and conveyed to the Copper Coin Priest by the "Zhou Xuan human face" tattoo on the Human Skin Temple. Peng Long closed his eyes and meditated, the Spiritual Snake tattoo on his back moved along his skin, its six ears gently flapping, its two eyes bright red, penetrating through the door and walls of the inn room, and all the sounds emitted within the entire inn also fell into the ears of the Spiritual Snake... Suddenly, Peng Long opened his eyes and said to Peng Hu, "Little Hu, someone is tailing the Nuo God!" "Who!" Peng Hu immediately got up and donned his long robe. "Room 106, the Spiritual Snake heard them making a phone call," Peng Long said. "How many people?" Peng Hu asked. "Two!" "I’ll be right back." Peng Hu put on a bowler hat, his tone was casual as if he was just going out to get a bottle of soy sauce. He opened the door, stepped onto the corridor, descended two flights of stairs, reached the door of room 106, and raised his right hand, a Bone Needle flew out from his sleeve. The Bone Needle hovered in mid-air, Then, he lifted his left sleeve, revealing the tattoo on his forearm—a blue gecko. The Bone Needle jabbed near the corner of his eye, and he, with his head bowed, let the blood drip onto the back of the gecko. The gecko sensed the scent of blood, became agitated, and crawled out from the skin of his arm, scaled his body, reached the ground, and then squeezed through the crack under the door into the room. The gecko became Peng Hu’s eyes inside the room. He saw clearly, two people inside, one was making a phone call in a low voice, the other was bent over writing something on the table. After confirming the positions of the two, Peng Hu pointed forward with his right hand. The Bone Needle shot forward at lightning speed, penetrating the wooden door before maintaining its velocity, and accurately hit the back of the head of the man on the phone, then burrowed out from his forehead and darted towards the back of the head of the man who was writing... Due to the extreme speed of the Bone Needle and the fluidity of the attack, it was as if a white line had pierced through their heads, spewing out two blossoms of blood. They did not even cry out in pain before their bodies lay down. The Bone Needle flew back into Peng Hu’s hand, and the gecko also crawled out of the room, drilling back into his arm. Without a look or a check, Peng Hu confidently lowered the brim of his hat a bit more and went back to his own room. His expression stayed relaxed throughout. ... "Hello, Sun Cheng? What was that noise? Two thuds, Sun Cheng? Sun Cheng?" Mrs. Yu held the phone and urged Sun Cheng to speak, not knowing that Sun Cheng was already lying on the floor of the inn, his blood coloring the gray floor red. "Sun Cheng..." Mrs. Yu vaguely realized what had happened, hung up, and dialed another number: "Hello, is this Master Liu? This is Mrs. Yu." "Oh Mrs. Yu, what time is it, and you’re still not asleep?" "Master Liu, I had a little something to take care of, so I asked Sun Cheng and Li Yang to go. I was on the phone with Sun Cheng just now, and now both of them have lost contact, I’m afraid..." "Where did they run into trouble?" Liu Qingguang knew that Mrs. Yu was close to the master, so Mrs. Yu’s affairs were naturally his as well. "Penglai Inn." "I’ll go there right now." Liu Qingguang hung up. ... An hour later, a white Spin sedan stopped at the entrance of Penglai Hotel. Liu Qingguang was about to open the door and get out when his right eye began to tremble rapidly. "An ominous sign." Liu Qingguang’s right eye had two pupils, one large and one small, like a gourd, also referred to as double pupils. Born with double pupils, he could sense immense danger. At the train station, it was the trembling of Liu Qingguang’s right eye that made him take a closer look at Zhou Xuan, and then he saw the bride Zhou Xuan was carrying on his back. Trembling again now? Liu Qingguang took off his sunglasses and looked in the direction where the sensation from his double pupil was strongest. He saw two bright red eyes. Those eyes were tiny, but filled with animosity and intense aggressiveness, not like human eyes. He continued to stare and finally, he not only saw the eyes but also a snakehead, A snakehead with six ears. "Drive, just drive! Don’t worry about where, just the farther the better." Liu Qingguang quickly closed his eyes and put on his sunglasses, certain that he had seen something he should not have... ... After the bloody night had passed, Zhou Xuan woke up refreshed from his sleep. He sat at the writing desk, spreading out paper and pen. The "water seller" in the advertisement failed to lure out Jing Deng, but Zhou Xuan was not discouraged. He continued to write articles, embedding codes. Fishing was never a sure thing. Patience was of great importance. Because he was new to Mingjiang Prefecture, Zhou Xuan hadn’t picked a suitable newspaper to publish his articles yet, nor had he found a "foot" to submit his articles, but that didn’t matter. The priority was to write the articles. Soon, he penned a piece titled "The Hunting Wolf," another soul-soothing article. After finishing, he washed up and went to the next room to knock. Little Fuzi was still asleep. He was extremely exhausted from cleaning the second floor of the shop all by himself yesterday. "Little Fuzi, are you up?" "Not yet, young master." "Go to the shop for breakfast once you wake up. I’ll go buy it." After knocking on Little Fuzi’s door, Zhou Xuan went to knock on Lv Mingkun’s door but got no response. "Wow, Fifth Brother is up quite early." Zhou Xuan returned to his room, packed up his luggage for a while, and then moved it to the shop. As he opened the shop door, Lv Mingkun was sitting cross-legged on the counter, practicing his breathing. "Senior Brother Lv, aren’t you diligent, practicing so early in the morning?" "Junior Brother, the technique you taught me yesterday was incredible. The yin energy in this room is rushing into my body like water, and my incense burns ’rápido, rápido.’" "No matter how fast your incense burns, you need to eat first. What do you want to eat?" "How about some steamed buns?" "Alright." After placing his luggage on the second floor, Zhou Xuan went to Sister Cui’s place across the street. Sister Cui’s food stall was open all day. "Sister Cui, three bowls of Noodle Soup, three baskets of buns, and add some small dishes. What’s this?" "Sugar cakes, sir." "Don’t call me sir anymore. My surname is Zhou, call me Zhou Jun. We’re neighbors now." "Alright, alright, Brother Zhou. Do you want sugar cakes?" "Three of those too." After ordering breakfast, Zhou Xuan paid and stood waiting. Sister Cui kindly nudged him and said, "Brother Zhou, it’s busy now, and it will take a long time. You go sit in your shop first, and I will bring it over to you soon." "That works too." Zhou Xuan returned to the shop, closed the door and said to Lv Mingkun, "Senior Brother Lv, I’m afraid you won’t be able to rest today. We both need to go out and look for Dr. Du." "Sure, I’ll do your makeup later. Kidnappers had debts to settle with you a while ago; Dr. Du might recognize you." When they were in Ping Shui Prefecture, the two of them had not made any preparations before seeking out Du Kaili because the kidnappers from Ping Shui had withdrawn, so there was not much to worry about. But the situation was different in Mingjiang Prefecture, where the kidnappers were numerous and strong. "Do you know how to do makeup?" "What do you think Fifth Brother does? I’ve been doing makeup for corpses for many years now," Lv Mingkun replied confidently. The two were chatting when suddenly someone knocked on the door, and both Lv Mingkun and Zhou Xuan immediately fell silent. "Who’s there?" Zhou Xuan asked. The person outside did not respond; the door was simply pushed open, and Mu Hua, holding two small food baskets in his hands, placed the breakfast Zhou Xuan had bought one by one on the table, then turned and left. His face showed not the slightest expression throughout. Mu Hua had barely left when a fast-walking passerby bumped into him. "Mu Hua, damn it, watch where you’re going!" The passerby knew Mu Hua and slapped him, causing Mu Hua to stagger. To be fair, Mu Hua wasn’t entirely at fault for not watching his way, but he seemed to bear no grudges, still expressionless, and didn’t even glance at the person who hit him as he walked back towards the breakfast shop. "Mu Hua is strangely dull." Zhou Xuan commented while chewing on the cake. "There seems to be a problem here." Lv Mingkun pointed at his temple and remarked. Just as Mu Hua left, Little Fuzi arrived carrying big and small luggage and holding five different newspapers, handing them to Zhou Xuan. "Fuzi, did you especially go to buy newspapers?" "I encountered a newsboy when leaving the inn, so I bought a few." Little Fuzi, unable to stay idle, wanted to go upstairs to tidy up. "Don’t tidy up yet; the breakfast will get cold soon." After persuading Little Fuzi, Zhou Xuan started eating Noodle Soup while browsing the newspapers. With five newspapers, there were articles from Jing Deng, but no meeting information. As he read, an idea suddenly popped into his mind, causing him to forget about the soup. "It takes ten hours by train from Ping Shui Prefecture to Mingjiang Prefecture. All morning papers are printed at dawn. How does Jing Deng manage to get the same article published in both Ping Shui and Mingjiang morning papers simultaneously?" Reaching this point, Zhou Xuan came up with two answers. First, Jing Deng had written drafts in advance, then arranged with his "foot" to submit them on a certain day; the articles weren’t sent the day of printing, which naturally allowed time for various preparations. Second, Jing Deng was not an individual! "Members of Blood Well Society have said that at its zenith, meetings spanned three prefectures. One person per prefecture; could Jing Deng be three people?" Zhou Xuan thought it wasn’t an impossibility. After all, for one person to manage newspapers in three prefectures, even with pre-arranged publishing schedules, the workload seemed too complex. If there were three people, the workload could be greatly reduced. "Three people... three people..." Zhou Xuan grabbed some vermicelli, and just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly froze. "The future, the present, the past... also exactly three people." Zhou Xuan pushed away his, revealing a knowing smile. "No wonder Jing Deng didn’t respond to me; I hadn’t touched her sore spot yet."