Chapter 44 - 44 41 Six Corpses Obsession

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Chapter 44 of "Wandering Gods of Day and Night" begins revealing surprises: 44: Chapter 41: Six Corpses Obsession 44: Chapter 41: Six Corpses Obsession After death, the... Read on to find out!

44: Chapter 41: Six Corpses Obsession 44: Chapter 41: Six Corpses Obsession After death, the soul follows the dust, the body returns to the earth, just like a melon separates from its stem; once connected, now parted forever. But there are exceptions, Some skilled methods can nail the soul to the body, making the soul corpse no longer separate, instead becoming a living dead. The blood line left by Zhou Lingyi on the foreheads of the six corpses is such a method. … In several parts of the Chaotic Burial Ground in Yunshan, if you venture deeper into the mountains, graves are visible to the naked eye, some new graves are made too casually, the soil not compacted, and wild dogs have dug them up, pulling the bodies wrapped in straw mats out, gnawing them into scattered bones. The only decent burial site in the mountains is the Yunshan Cemetery on the hillside. Said to be a cemetery, it is merely surrounded by a circle of red brick walls, guarded by a bold old hunter. The conditions are simple, but the price is cheap; some households tight on funds but not wanting to disgrace their ancestors’ remains often choose to bury them here. The clock’s hand had just passed eleven, deep into the night, also the time when wild dogs are most likely to appear; The old hunter, carrying a firewood knife and picking up a lantern, went to patrol the cemetery. Halfway through his patrol, he suddenly heard a sound of soil stirring. “Are there really wild dogs daring to come?” The old hunter shone his lantern in the direction of the sound, only to see—six “people” standing in a row, each with their hands on the shoulders of the person in front, the leader’s eyeballs had decayed into goo, with maggots freely crawling within the eye sockets… … Zhou Xuan lay in bed with two plasters over his eyes, appearing somewhat comedic as if he were wearing dark-colored toad sunglasses. The plasters were given by Yuan Buyu. Lao Yuan said that this medicinal paste could relieve pain, offsetting some of the side effects brought by spiritual abilities, though not very effective, it was better than nothing. Besides relieving pain, the greatest use of the plaster was to erase the Blood Well in Zhou Xuan’s eyes. When he first received the plaster, upon hearing the effects from Yuan Buyu, Zhou Xuan misunderstood, overjoyed: “Erase the Blood Well means I am no longer a spiritual person, a normal person now?” “You are overthinking, it merely eliminates the image of the Blood Well in your eyes.” “What’s the use?” “After it’s erased, whether it be Divine People or ghosts, they can no longer easily discern through your eyes that you are a Blood Well Spiritual Communicator.” “That’s all?” Zhou Xuan fully understood the plaster’s effect and felt disappointed. “That’s all! Do you remember how the first wave of young men and women affected by the Blood Well fared?” “They were used for human experiments.” Zhou Xuan subconsciously touched his side. “I’m telling you, there are still quite a few ghosts and Divine People trying to experiment on Blood Well communicators; if you don’t want trouble, stick it on properly!” Upon knowing the truth, Zhou Xuan wished he could weld the plaster onto his face right on the spot. “This medicine, feels like being stabbed with needles at times, and sometimes like getting the brow bone smashed with a hammer, so painful.” Zhou Xuan was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead, and at the most painful moments, he even thought of peeling off the plaster, but thinking of the human experiments, he resisted the urge. The pain lasted for half a moment, the peak of agony passed, and then quickly subsided, only when the pain was completely gone did Zhou Xuan tear off the medicinal plaster and, unable to wait, he looked into the mirror, The swelling in his eyes had greatly subsided, almost imperceptible unless looked at closely, and in addition, that eerie beauty in his pupils was gone too, probably what Yuan Buyu meant by — the image of the Blood Well being erased. “Old Yuan is truly a good mentor.” Zhou Xuan further confirmed his inner decision—he never doubted Yuan Buyu’s spiritual expertise. However, if it were just for spiritual expertise, he wouldn’t have so decidedly chosen Yuan Buyu as the first choice for his mentorship. Deep understanding of the Blood Well was the real reason. From conversations with Yuan Buyu, Zhou Xuan felt that over the years Lao Yuan must have conducted in-depth research on the Blood Well, hence being so eloquent in their conversations. Zhou Xuan wasn’t deeply interested in spiritual expertise; what he most wanted was to remove the Blood Well’s “curse” of madness or death, albeit hopeful. “Even if it’s a slim chance, I must seek out the answer, right?” He was always very optimistic. Of course, he did not place all his hopes on resolving the Blood Well solely on Yuan Buyu. One values his own life the most. “Could she possibly understand the Blood Well?” Zhou Xuan took out a card from the drawer—Ping Shui Prefecture Shande Hospital, pharmacy physician Du Kaili. Mr. Dai had recommended this doctor, said to be capable of “curing” ailments. “Mr. Dai obviously suffered from white noise in the car as well, he and I are patients alike, could Mr. Dai also be a Blood Well communicator?” On the car, Zhou Xuan discerned that Mr. Dai evidently understood spiritual abilities, that is, he had been mentored by Tangkou. If he really is the Blood Well Spirit Communicator and survived nearly fifty years… If he hadn’t voluntarily performed the ritual to meet his death, he might have lived even longer. Could it be that he escaped the “curse” of the Blood Well, thanks to that doctor named Du Kaili? Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “In a couple of days, I’ll go find her.” Zhou Xuan put away the business card, lay down to sleep, and considering he was someone who fell asleep easily, he thought it best to tackle the big problems after a good rest. Just as he turned off the lights and settled down, Zhou Xuan felt an inexplicable chill. In July in Ping Shui Prefecture, the heat was oppressive, the wind from a fan felt like hot air, making the sudden coldness all the more bizarre. No, it wasn’t just cold, it was freezing panic, Zhou Xuan felt his hands stiffen from the cold, and had to warm them with his breath. “Is the weather acting up?” Zhou Xuan got out of bed to fetch a cotton quilt from the cupboard. Just as he finished putting on his slippers, he heard the sound of the lock turning and footsteps… He immediately sensed something was very wrong. “Could it be… could it be that Third Senior Brother has come?” He vividly recalled the scene where his Third Senior Brother had complimented him, “Junior brother, you’re really handsome.” Damn, breaking in in the middle of the night to mess with me? Homosexuals really are brutal! He thought about finding something handy like a wooden stick or iron rod to teach his Third Senior Brother a lesson. Just when he had found a stick, the door suddenly opened, and instead of his Third Senior Brother, a lantern and a stranger’s face appeared. “Who are you!?” Zhou Xuan brandished the stick at the lantern carrier. “Thump!” The lantern carrier dropped to his knees fiercely before Zhou Xuan, and at the same time, the six “people” behind him also knelt down. These six “people” had stiff knees, making their kneeling incredibly slow. Because of the differing speeds of kneeling, there was an order in their actions. Originally lined up in a row, Zhou Xuan thought there was only one person due to the angle, but as one after another knelt down, he realized there were seven people. “Who are all seven of you, kneeling in my room in the middle of the night, that’s too polite!” The lantern light was too dim to clearly reveal the faces of the six people behind. Zhou Xuan turned on the electric light, and was startled. “How come it’s the six of you?” The lantern carrier was an old hunter, and the six people behind him were corpses that had already been buried. There was a line of blood flashing at the center of the foreheads of the six corpses. “Eyes…” “Nose…” “Hands… hands”… The six corpses mumbled indistinctly at Zhou Xuan. After a while, and some pieces of deduction, Zhou Xuan finally understood the situation—these six corpses specifically came to kneel before him seeking help to find the missing parts of their bodies. He heard from the troupe master these past two days, that before these six corpses were sent to Zhou Family’s Troupe for cleaning rites, they were already missing arms and legs, and each person had exactly one part missing. “Where did your body parts fall off?” Zhou Xuan didn’t say he would help, he was just curious and casually asked. “Nose…” “Feet…” “Eyes…” It seemed the six corpses could not articulate complex phrases, focused only on the parts they were missing; there was no way to actually communicate. “If you can’t even say where your arms and legs fell off, where am I supposed to find them? I can’t help you, get out, get out quickly… especially the one missing eyeballs, how many maggots are growing in those eye sockets, look what you’ve done to the floor of my home! It’s uninhabitable now!” The more Zhou Xuan spoke, the angrier he became. Just then, a glimmer of dark green light flashed in the eyes of the lantern carrier. He put down the lantern, reached out, and grabbed Zhou Xuan’s right wrist, then with a pace that could rival a snail’s crawl, he wrote five words on Zhou Xuan’s palm! “Dai Siming is not dead.” Dai Siming is Mr. Dai!

Chapter 44 - 44 41 Six Corpses Obsession

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