Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 50 - 47 Old Hall You Shen

50: Chapter 47 Old Hall, You Shen

50 -47 Old Hall, You Shen

“Zhou Lingyi, your brother just left, and here you are again, spouting nonsense about Ten Fingers, calling Buddha Mother.”

Mr.

Dai pointed at Zhou Lingyi, his tone stern, like scolding a servant.

He knew Zhou Lingyi, and he knew that this young woman was not an ordinary person.

She had been through Tangkou ceremonies, what level her incense fire was, he wasn’t sure, but it was definitely higher than his.

But having high incense fire didn’t mean she was terrifying!

He was not at all afraid of Zhou Lingyi.

In his eyes, the imposing aura of this dignified woman was not even as intimidating as that sly Zhou Xuan.

After all, Zhou Lingyi was the helm of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, while Zhou Xuan was merely a Young Master concerned only with eating, drinking, and play.

In Ping Shui Prefecture, Dai saw many troupes with people from various walks of life.

The bigger the troupe, the harder the class leader worked.

Hundreds of people needed to follow the class leader for food and clothing.

The big business decisions fell on the class leader, who also had to constantly guard against subordinates’ tricks, leaving a person mentally and physically exhausted every day…

The harder the work, the bigger the business grew, and the greater the responsibilities shouldered became.

The heavy burden often spawned numerous anxieties within the class leader, such as stagnation in business, insufficient funds for financial rotations, massive loss of troupe talents…

To put it plainly, it all boiled down to money,

Mr.

Dai considered himself not clever nor having outstanding talent in incense fire, but he had lots of money!

In Ping Shui Prefecture, how many wealthy families dared to boast, “You can row a boat in my yard?”

Money was Mr.

Dai’s biggest reliance when facing Zhou Lingyi.

He liked to share one principle with people—

—that the martial arts world and business seas were different sorts of connections.

Interpreting the “rise and fall of business seas” through “martial arts battles,” incense fire levels became the only annotation, indeed distancing from the truth, yet unbeknownst to some, half a gold bar could make a hero kneel.

Mr.

Dai had once manipulated many famous divine people and ghosts using money,

Today, he still believed he could manipulate Zhou Lingyi with money,

Money,

was the weakness of those big troupes’ divine people and ghosts!

“Zhou Lingyi, I haven’t dealt much with your Zhou Family’s Troupe, but I can tell that the staff in your troupe earn two-tenths higher salaries than those outside and don’t work as hard.

The staff might be satisfied, but it seems the Zhou Family’s Troupe’s funds are tight!

Probably wouldn’t last beyond three to five years before the thousand-year-old emblem wobbles on the verge of collapse.

Threefold!

Give me three months, and I’ll triple the profits for your Zhou Family’s Troupe!

And this is just the initial cooperation,

“Buddha Mother is currently very weak, as someone who has been through Tangkou, you surely know.

If you are willing to guard her, I’ll afford Zhou Family’s Troupe thirty percent dry shares in the future business dealings, and if unsatisfied, the price can be nego…”

Mr.

Dai made a ‘three’ gesture with his right hand, talking endlessly about his plan.

All of a sudden, Zhou Lingyi’s delicate ring finger moved slightly inside her sleeve, and from Mr.

Dai’s neck, a brilliant and vibrant red flower blossomed,

as the flower finished blooming, the agility typically found in human eyes was absent, his body stiffened like a sculpture, and his right hand’s middle and index fingers remained in the ‘three’ gesture.

Dai Siming could never have imagined that Zhou Lingyi was so terrifying, terrifying enough to swiftly act when he felt he had an eighty percent hold on her, and with one finger, seal his throat…

The headman was dead, and the Six Corpses were extremely scared, trembling on the ground.

The incense fire level of these Six Corpses was decent, when they were alive,

The six of them were brothers, each having lit three incense sticks, with two even able to faintly see the pale blue smoke from the fourth incense stick.

Their Tangkou went down the spiritualist lineage, their perception was not as strong as the Blood Well Spirit Communicators, but they had their unique strengths,

yet the spiritualist lineage’s Tangkou was mostly passed down in disorder, the incense fire was not very authentic, and without finding old gods, even lighting the fourth incense stick was of little help in advancing their methods and techniques.

Even so, the combined strength of three incense fire users among the six was not something ordinary experts could easily deal with.

Mr.

Dai could kill these six, relying on “money can make ghosts turn millstones,” and also his position at the “kidnapper’s” Tangkou, he invited Yan Zhongdao…

The Six Corpses, slain by Yan Zhongdao, clearly perceived the incense fire level of their opponent, but they could not perceive Zhou Lingyi’s incense fire level.

Not being able to perceive meant the opponent’s level was far higher than their own; just how high was Zhou Lingyi’s level?

The Six Corpses couldn’t figure it out!

What puzzled the Six Corpses the most was when they were in the Silent Hall, they saw Zhou Lingyi control Ancestral Nuomian with a red string.

To them, that display seemed ordinary at best.

How could Zhou Lingyi, who displayed such weak capabilities, possess such a high incense fire level?

“Let…

let go…”

At this moment, the Six Corpses dared not meet Zhou Lingyi’s eyes nor wished for their faith to perish; they could only mutter indistinctly in plea.

Again, with the light pull of a pinky, the blood line between the Six Corpses’ brows broke free from the skin.

Then, the red line flew to a point an inch in front of the Six Corpses’ foreheads, aimed at their noses, hovering in mid-air, simply waiting for Zhou Lingyi’s command.

The Six Corpses sensed the impending danger, all turning to face Zhou Lingyi.

Zhou Lingyi’s gaze was ice-cold, not showing mercy to the six, lightly waved her right palm, presenting her palm to the sky.

The blood lines, having received the order, pierced the Six Corpses’ brows like needles,

Six crimson flowers bloomed neatly,

and the blood lines gently floated toward Zhou Lingyi’s outstretched palm after exiting from the Six Corpses’ back of the heads.

“Whew.”

Zhou Lingyi blew the blood lines into the air, watching them with a slight smile,

Today, she looked exceptionally beautiful, dressed in a sapphire blue long shirt, its hem falling to her knees.

The long shirt was trimmed with edging, the edging was top-notch eighteen lanes, adorned with peony girdle embroidery, the neckline was intricately hemmed, her hair elegantly styled with ice musk oil from Ping Shui Prefecture’s Liu Family’s Powder Store,

This elegant attire seemed out of place for a killing, like a noblewoman taking a spring outing to enjoy the flowers.

To her, the fluttering blood lines might well be merely red willows or blood-colored dandelions.

The more relaxed Zhou Lingyi seemed, the greater the pressure on the Alien Ghost lurking within Mr.

Dai’s body.

The Alien Ghost also could not perceive Zhou Lingyi’s level.

In fact, it felt that the woman blowing the blood lines before it was just a common person, no different from the women buying fabric on East Street or cosmetics in the West Market.

Yet she was too terrifying, so much so that she executed a room full of people before a blink.

What was more frightening,

was that she knew its name—Ten Fingers!

Ten Fingers could no longer hold back, asking, “Who exactly are you?

Ghost?

Divine People?

What incense fire level?”

“Level?

Incense fire?”

After blowing away the last blood line, Zhou Lingyi walked to Mr.

Dai’s corpse, squatted, and dipped her middle finger in his neck’s blood.

She detested getting her fingers stained with others’ blood, but the Old Hall had its own style of conduct, to be respected as much as possible.

Then, standing up again, Zhou Lingyi’s bloodstained finger drew in the air as if an unseen canvas lay before.

The blood left traces on the transparent canvas, first outlining the eaves of a bamboo hut, then beams of bamboo forming a house, finally the four pillars erecting the house’s main body, a simple sketch of a stilt house was completed.

This simple drawing stirred Ten Fingers’ tense nerves.

It shifted from a lazy tone to inadvertently using its original voice—a composite resonance of both a man’s deep tones and a woman’s soft ones.

It was like forcing a simultaneous sentence from both a man and a woman, each word perfectly synchronized.

“Old Hall?

Night Patrol God from the Old Hall?

Are you Mountain Guardian, Ping Xiang, or Night Patrol?”

Unlike Ten Fingers’ panic,

Zhou Lingyi chuckled lightly, brushing over the sketch with her hand, its lines crumbled like red fine sand, the falling grains creating a soft rustling noise.

“Ping Shui Prefecture, Night Patrol God, Zhou Lingyi, in the name of the Witch God Temple, hunting Ten Fingers.”