Chapter 67 - 67 64 Blood Well Society

67: Chapter 64 Blood Well Society 67: Chapter 64 Blood Well Society The young man’s hand chop was just half a foot away from Zhou Xuan’s throat when a shadow appeared on the sunshade awning of the department store. The shadow quickly swam onto Zhou Xuan’s body, wrapping around him like a tight black suit, and then, using the angle of Zhou Xuan’s body, morphed into a black dagger, aiming to stab at the young man’s heart. Before the dagger moved, the positions of the three Copper Coins changed again, shifting from a triangular shape to a stacked formation. The young man immediately withdrew his hand chop, taking two steps towards the middle of the road, narrowly brushing past the black dagger that followed him. It seemed incredibly dangerous, but in reality, it was all within the young man’s calculations. The shadow missed its mark, but its offensive did not diminish, aiming to pounce on the young man again. Unexpectedly, the young man first pointed to the sky, then clasped his fists together, speaking softly with a smile, “Let’s stop here, the Day Patrol Deity is watching. If we break the rules, neither of us will have a good outcome.” The shadow followed the man’s finger to look at the sky and saw a floating White Lantern hovering in the air more than ten meters high. On the belly of the lantern was a golden eye, In the bustling area of Taiping Prefecture, it was forbidden for Ghosts and Divine People to engage in life-and-death struggles. Those who broke the rules could be detained by the Day Patrol Deity and sent to the God Traveling Department. Those who resisted would be killed on the street. The God Traveling Department was a place hard to endure. No matter how powerful or skilled someone was, they’d lose a layer of skin there, and no one wanted to stay… “Zhou Xuan, go home. That dog wasn’t really trying to kill you on the street; he was just testing our Dao Level.” The shadow finished speaking to Zhou Xuan and swam back up to the awning. Zhou Xuan carried his bags and headed to the teahouse to find Lv Kunming and return to the Zhou Family’s Troupe. All the way, he mumbled to himself, “That man with the Copper Coins seemed to have foreknowledge abilities, able to accurately predict when I would strike the gavel and take precautions against the dream realm in advance… Next time I encounter him, how should I deal with it?” … Returning to the troupe, Zhou Xuan didn’t tell his sister about the attack even though he knew he couldn’t hide it from Zhou Lingyi. But letting his sister worry a little later was still for the best. “This time you brought your sister a gift that isn’t from the storyteller Liang Zhi?” “I wouldn’t call it a gift. I wasn’t in a good mood, so I went to the department store. Seeing a cute doll, I bought it for my sister.” Zhou Xuan did not mention the Alien Ghost incident. Since his sister had silently fed him Alien Ghost blood without telling him, naturally, there was a reason for that, and it was better not to break this tacit understanding. Zhou Lingyi played with the doll, her eyes filled with laughter. “This water cup and Pocket Watch are the same models. When you drink water, you’ll think of me. When I drink, I’ll think of you. We are siblings with our hearts connected.” Zhou Xuan arranged the water cup and, after exchanging pleasantries for a while, took his leave. Zhou Lingyi placed the doll at the bed’s head. She had been cultivated by the family since she was a child, first joining the Witch’s Tangkou, then undergoing inhuman training to become the Night Patrol Deity of Ping Shui Prefecture, and then shortly after took charge of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, carrying the troupe’s large business on her shoulders. Even now, she sighed. Over twenty years, some saw her as a successor, a theatrical boss, Lord of Wandering God, or a family genius. Yet almost no one considered her desires; she longed to be a naive child, a girl with dreams of love… “Only my brother treats me like a child, a little girl…. He is more considerate than anyone.” … “Tch, why buy a Pocket Watch? It’s expensive and inconvenient, just wasting money. This snuff bottle is decent.” “If you don’t want it, give it back to me.” Zhou Xuan went to snatch the Watson pocket watch from Yuan Buyu’s hand. The Watson watch had a more robust line than the Eternal Spirit, suitable for Lao Yuan’s age. Yuan Buyu chuckled and directly stuffed the watch into his inner pocket, saying, “Next time, remember to buy a leather chain. I don’t like the delicate silver chain…” “You’re picky now?” Zhou Xuan saw the newly brewed beer on the stove table, poured a glass with his new cup, and said while drinking, “Lao Yuan, today your apprentice was almost killed on the street…” “A kidnapper can’t deal with you; you’re as crafty as a monkey. You must be trying to make me feel sorry for you.” “It’s true… That man held three Copper Coins in his right hand and could predict the future. As soon as I struck the gavel, he cut his hand and used the pain to break through my dream realm.” Zhou Xuan recounted the attack incident in detail and sighed, “I’m just afraid someone will know when I’ll strike the gavel and guard against me, deliberately hiding my hands behind my back, but who would’ve thought that guy could actually divine the future!?” “Oh, he must be one of the Dog King’s dogs.” Yuan Buyu said, “The kidnapper has a master named Dog King, who reached the Four Pillars level at the end of last year. He not only possesses the kidnapper’s Dao Level but also inherited a strange dog-rearing method from his ancestors, making him rather tricky. As for the dog you encountered, his abilities do not come from the kidnapper’s Dao Level but from the ‘Fortune Telling’ Tangkou’s three incense technique called Money Divination, which is very fast and somewhat restrains us storytellers.” “Lao Yuan, hearing you say this, why does every Tangkou restrain us storytellers?” “The restraint between the incense is not constant. The fortune teller restrains the storyteller, but he cannot restrain me. These days, I’ll accompany you to roam around. How dare someone bully my apprentice? They must have the guts of a bear or leopard!” Yuan Buyu spoke dominantly, and Zhou Xuan gave a thumbs-up, “That’s more like my good master… Today I also heard that man mention a Day Patrol Deity? How come I never heard of it.” “Nothing worth hearing about, the Day and Night Patrol Deities are extremely powerful Ghosts and Divine People. They have the authority to enforce laws, with some responsible for mediating martial arts world conflicts and others maintaining the order between yin and yang.” Yuan Buyu explained. Zhou Xuan asked again, “Have you ever seen the Day and Night Patrol Deities?” “Their identities are all secretive. They don’t show themselves unless something big happens. Most people who have seen them have died, and the few who haven’t don’t dare spread their identities around.” “So, those wandering the martial arts world only hear the names of the Day and Night Patrol Deities but hardly ever see their true forms.” Yuan Buyu finished speaking, ready to cook, and urged Zhou Xuan to leave, “Go back to your room. Come to the canteen for dinner later.” “Don’t rush to cook. I’ve found some clues about the Blood Well.” Zhou Xuan whispered. “Let’s go talk.” Old Man Yuan took off his greasy jacket and went back to the room with Zhou Xuan. Inside the room, Zhou Xuan roughly recounted the details of the Blood Well Gathering’s code words that he had discovered. “Ah? There’s such a gathering?” “Lao Yuan, you’re not a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, so although you know about the Blood Well’s hallucinations, you can’t feel exactly what the hallucinations themselves are like or how terrifying they are. You’re not as sensitive reading the articles published by Jing Deng in the newspaper and naturally overlook their traces.” “Hmm.” Yuan Buyu approved of Zhou Xuan’s explanation. He lit a bowl of water tobacco, took a couple of puffs, and said, “I think this gathering is worth joining, to hear what that Jing Deng talks about. What if he really has a deep understanding of the Blood Well?” Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “I want to go too, but I fear it isn’t safe.” Zhou Xuan said, “When I release my Perception and tune into those Blood Well Spirit Communicators, my appearance and the surrounding environment will be exposed. If they’re truly Blood Well People, it’s fine, but what if there are people with hidden agendas among them? Won’t I become the bait?” “What are you afraid of? I’m here.” Yuan Buyu said, “I’ll help you create a dream, where your appearance and surroundings can be expressed as you wish, so there won’t be any exposure.” “No flaws?” “A one incense dream has many flaws. A two incense dream is indistinguishable from reality. To find flaws, you not only have to feel them but also need to ponder closely. This kind of gathering of Perception won’t have a chance to involve touching; with a two incense, it’s absolutely guaranteed not to expose.” After Yuan Buyu finished, Zhou Xuan pointed at his throat, “What about the voice?” “You’re being too cautious… Try speaking.” Yuan Buyu tapped Zhou Xuan on the chest, sliding his finger up to Zhou Xuan’s Adam’s apple. Zhou Xuan felt an airflow pushing from his chest to his Adam’s apple. “What’s this… Hey, my voice has changed?” He heard his voice become sharp and high, like a young boy who hadn’t reached the voice-changing period. “We’ll attend the gathering together tonight and meet the Blood Well Spirit Communicator named Jing Deng.” … At 7:14 p.m., it was the latest gathering time “announced” by Jing Deng in the newspaper. Yuan Buyu had already altered Zhou Xuan’s voice, then arranged a dream in the room—a fishing boat adrift at sea, with a bearded fisherman sitting in the cabin. During the gathering, others would see Zhou Xuan as a fisherman sitting on a fishing boat; since it’s a fake identity, he wasn’t afraid of being exposed. “Send the code words.” Yuan Buyu reminded Zhou Xuan. Zhou Xuan nodded, closed his eyes, and released his spiritual sensation. The surrounding solid objects started to distort, and the iron-made table lamp shade appeared like a thin veil. “The rain over the lake has cleared, the rain over the lake has cleared…” Zhou Xuan murmured while bowing his head, and as he chanted, he heard responses in his ear, with more than a dozen voices of different textures reciting the same secret language as he did. At that moment, a woman’s voice imbued with Buddha nature clearly reached Zhou Xuan’s ears. “Hello, I am Jing Deng, a Blood Well Spirit Communicator who has lived fifteen years without going mad. The Blood Well Gathering welcomes your arrival…”