Chapter 55 - 55 52 Buddha Hand Seal

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Chapter 55 of "Wandering Gods of Day and Night" opens presenting twists: 55: Chapter 52: Buddha Hand Seal 55: Chapter 52: Buddha Hand Seal Zhou Xuan reached... Keep following!

55: Chapter 52: Buddha Hand Seal 55: Chapter 52: Buddha Hand Seal Zhou Xuan reached for the embroidered shoe, but his fingers passed through without hindrance, grabbing nothing. He said again, “She really came back…” “Uh…” Feng Xigui stared blankly at the young man squatting on the ground. Zhou Xuan stood up and waved to the boy, “Take me to see your sister.” The little boy met Zhou Xuan for the first time, yet he wasn’t frightened. To him, this adult who said “sister is back” was more trustworthy than his own father. He wriggled out of Feng Xigui’s arms and took Zhou Xuan’s hand, leading him to the outer courtyard. Passing through two doors, the little boy stood on the stone steps, pointed to the pomegranate tree in the middle of the outer courtyard, and excitedly said, “Sister is right there.” The pomegranate tree in July bore clusters of fruit. There was no wind in the courtyard, yet the rather dense leaves rustled softly. Zhou Xuan looked under the tree and saw a little girl dressed in a cotton-padded jacket and black pants. The embroidered shoes the boy had retrieved from the inner room had inexplicably returned to her feet. She circled under the tree, seemingly pondering something. *The more she pondered, the more elusive the answer seemed. The more elusive, the more anxious she became, until she was in tears…* …Her tears were blood-red, falling drop by drop, turning the pale red peony on her shoes a vivid red. Zhou Xuan sighed and asked the little boy, “How old is your sister?” “Eight.” “Hmm!” An eight-year-old girl, already grown so tall, with quite striking features. Yet, that pretty little cherry mouth of hers was sewn shut with cotton thread… “The damn bastard!” Zhou Xuan couldn’t hold back and cursed. He walked to the little girl’s side and called out to her, “Little sister, what are you thinking about?” The little girl, still crying blood tears, pointed to her little head and then to her sewn-up mouth, indicating she couldn’t remember and couldn’t speak. Zhou Xuan had already accumulated quite a bit of experience in dealing with bizarre incidents. He knew the little girl before him was an Evil Ghost—a wandering soul with obsession. But unlike other Evil Ghosts, she wasn’t at all menacing. In her movements, there was a bit of naive adorableness. For an Evil Ghost to pass on peacefully, an obsession needs to be resolved. Yet, this little girl seemed unaware of what her obsession was. Zhou Xuan very much wanted to help unravel the girl’s emotional knot. He extended his fingertips to pick at the stitches on her lips, but grasped at emptiness. Humans and ghosts indeed tread different paths. Fortunately, he had his methods. He closed his eyes, letting himself enter a spiritual state. The powerful perception of the Blood Well Spirit Communicator formed an invisible thread that probed into the girl’s brow, linking them together. The girl’s thoughts surged into Zhou Xuan. Many voices echoed in Zhou Xuan’s mind. *Thankfully, a little girl’s thoughts aren’t overwhelmingly complex or filled with incoherent babble.* *For Zhou Xuan, who’d experienced dreams and spiritual whispers, listening to these thoughts was a bit tiring, but not overly stressful.* “Does my brother miss me?” “Mother, I miss you. The food’s bad here, I can’t sleep well. I miss your cooking, the soup you made.” “So cold. Someone poured a big bucket of water on me.” “Dad, come save me.” “They were afraid I’d scream, so they sewed my mouth shut. It hurts so much…” The scattered thoughts were all memories from the girl’s life. These voices, one by one, became a roaring tide, while the girl’s obsession that turned her into an Evil Ghost was like a grain of sand in the depths of the tide. *Searching for it one sentence at a time would take who knows how many years.* *Even if Zhou Xuan could afford the time, his spirit couldn’t handle the drain. Yet he persisted, searching with closed eyes for the girl’s obsession.* The search was a silent process. Zhou Xuan knew what was going on, but in Feng Xigui’s eyes, Zhou Xuan seemed to be staring blankly at the pomegranate tree, doing nothing. “Manager Yu, what is the Young Master doing? Didn’t he say my daughter is back?” Yu Zhengyuan already knew what had happened and was troubled inside, unsure whether to tell Feng Xigui what he knew. After a tussle of emotions, Yu Zhengyuan finally spoke, but very tactfully. “Boss Feng, our Young Master is no ordinary person. He can communicate with spirits…” Hearing the words “communicate with spirits,” Feng Xigui understood. A Spiritualist could see his daughter; he himself could not. This meant… the daughter who came home was already a ghost. He felt all his strength suddenly drained, his legs wobbling. He stumbled backward, then fell heavily to the ground. Tears involuntarily poured from his eyes. *Although Feng Xigui had prepared for the worst, there was still a sliver of hope in his heart. What if that fortune-teller’s prediction was wrong? Life’s uncertainties—can fate always be predicted?* “Ah… Alas!” Feng Xigui wanted to cry out his pain, but couldn’t, ultimately expressing it with a sigh of worn-out air. “I can’t find it! Still can’t find it!” Zhou Xuan, by now, was sweating profusely. His spirit was worn out, yet he still couldn’t pierce through the girls’ memories to find the trace of obsession. “Your daughter’s soul is under that tree. She has an obsession and many memories. Her obsession and memories are intertwined, making her thoughts overwhelming. She can’t figure out her own obsession!” “If her obsession can’t be resolved, she can’t pass on… I’m not capable enough. Boss Feng, you should seek a master!” Zhou Xuan said dejectedly. “Young Master, thank you. I, Feng Xigui, will never forget this kindness…” Zhou Xuan didn’t quite catch Feng Xigui’s words of gratitude. His mind was still focused on the girl. Her sorrowful appearance was hard not to pity. *If only the girl could calm her stormy heart.* At that moment, a pair of golden severed hands appeared out of nowhere in front of Zhou Xuan. One hand belonged to a man and the other to a woman. The two hands formed a Hand Seal, backs of the hands facing downward, interlocking ten fingers to create an arch-shaped bridge. Zhou Xuan had no idea where these severed hands came from; he just instinctively mimicked the Hand Seal. After forming the Hand Seal, his fingers and palms began to tremble slightly, and the girl’s soul vibrated too, matching the rhythm perfectly, like a resonance. As time passed, the magnitude of the tremors increased, though the frequency lessened. Zhou Xuan seemed to hear a chanting sound, bringing peace to the heart. With the chant and resonance, the girl’s confused and scattered gaze regained clarity, became increasingly lucid, and her anxiety faded. She then patted her head lightly, smiled, and ran towards the inner room… “Just this morning I learned Face Reading, and now I can form a Hand Seal?” Zhou Xuan didn’t think this Hand Seal was a result of spiritual advancement, but couldn’t figure out where this new skill came from. Nonetheless, he didn’t have the time to ponder. He jogged after the girl. Feng Xigui asked, “Young Master, where are you going?” “Your daughter’s obsession has resurfaced. I’m following to take a look.” Hearing this, Feng Xigui, carrying his younger son, followed Zhou Xuan. The place the girl ran to was an empty room with nothing inside. She stood half a meter from the wall, bent over to pick up something, then placed it gently a foot away… After completing this inexplicable action, her soul’s color grew thinner until it became transparent and vanished. In the final moment before the girl passed on with the wind, she waved goodbye to Zhou Xuan and her brother. The brother sobbed, saying, “Sister is gone. This time, she’ll never come back…” Feng Xigui hugged his son tightly and asked Zhou Xuan, “Young Master, what was my daughter’s obsession?” Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, “I can’t tell. She just did this… and then this…” As he spoke, he walked to the spot where the girl had been, bent down to grab at the air, then placed it a foot away… Feng Xigui was already streaming with tears and finally let out the cry of grief, “My daughter, what a cruel fate…” “Lao Feng, my condolences!” Yu Zhengyuan consoled. “Lao Yu, you don’t know. The room’s all cleared out now, but it used to be the room where my daughter and my son played with toys. My son had a playful nature. When he was tired, he’d nap on the couch, and my daughter would always cover him with a blanket, afraid he might catch cold…” Zhou Xuan and Yu Zhengyuan were both silent, The young girl, tormented in life beyond reason, had just one obsession—worried her brother would catch cold… … Unwilling to disturb Feng Xigui’s grief further, Zhou Xuan and Yu Zhengyuan offered some consolation before preparing to leave. Feng Xigui then pleaded with Zhou Xuan, “Young Master, may I ask what my daughter’s death was like?” “This…” Zhou Xuan hesitated, fearing Feng Xigui might not be able to bear it. “Speak freely. My daughter’s death cannot go unavenged…” “She… here…” Zhou Xuan pointed to his own lips, saying, “was sewn shut.” Feng Xigui froze in place. As soon as Zhou Xuan and Yu Zhengyuan left, he rushed angrily to the phone and dialed Mingjiang Prefecture. “Boatman, go to Spring Breeze Alley, No. 104, inform Xia Er. Daughter is dead, it’s the kidnapper’s doing, and I will avenge this!” The “kidnapper,” the most notorious Tangkou in Ping Shui Prefecture, they were the rats in the gutter! Feng Xigui, however, wasn’t afraid of the “kidnapper.” Who among those who made a name for themselves in Ping Shui Prefecture didn’t have some Tangkou backing? His wife, Xia Er, was, in fact, an Alien Ghost—Liao Ghost! … The Meite Car barely stopped in the Zhou Family’s Troupe courtyard when the waiting Yu Jia rushed over, frantically tapping on the car window. “What’s up, Fourth Senior Brother, did a dog bite your butt?” Zhou Xuan joked. Yu Jia shoved a newspaper into Zhou Xuan’s arms. “Little Junior Brother, you’ve got yourself into big trouble this time! You’ve offended the kidnapper… The kidnappers are looking to settle a score with you!” “Kidnapper? That name sounds familiar.” Zhou Xuan recalled. The Alien Ghost Food Heaven tangkou, that’s the kidnapper. Sёarᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “Let me see.” Zhou Xuan unfolded the newspaper in his arms…

Chapter 55 - 55 52 Buddha Hand Seal

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