Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 51 - 48 The Other Shore Curse

51: Chapter 48: The Other Shore Curse

51 -48: The Other Shore Curse

Zhou Lingyi’s voice wasn’t loud, but to Ten Fingers, it was as resounding as a great bell,

the name of the Night Patrol Deity, to him, was nothing short of a death sentence.

In Jing Country, there was talk of Day and Night Patrol Deities, and as time passed, the meaning evolved.

*Originally, “Day and Night Patrol Deities” referred to Ghosts and Divine People.*

Ghosts were Night Patrol Deities, while Divine People were Day Patrol Deities.

But as the number of Ghosts and Divine People increased, “Day and Night Patrol Deities” gradually became transcendent positions, only those at the highest Incense Fire Level, Ghosts or Divine People, could take these roles.

Ghosts could become Day Patrol Deities, Divine People could also become Night Patrol Deities; “Day and Night Patrol Deities” no longer specifically signified “Divine People and Ghosts.”

In Jing Country, each state had its own Day and Night Patrol Deities, each with different duties corresponding to different Deities.

Just among the Night Patrol Deities, there were sub-divisions like night patrol, Mountain Guardian, Ping Xiang, Evil Slayer, and so on.

The duty of the Night Patrol Deity was to hunt newly appeared Alien Ghosts within their territory.

Whether Night or Day Patrol Deities, they were all disciples selected from the Tangkou, but only disciples from the nine oldest and most authentic halls had the qualifications to be chosen.

Zhou Lingyi was from one of these nine halls, “Witch,” with its Main Hall called the “Witch God Temple,” colloquially known in the martial arts world as the “Old Hall.”

“It’s time to go.”

Zhou Lingyi walked toward Mr.

Dai’s corpse.

Ten Fingers spoke urgently, exclaiming, “Day and Night Patrol Deities can only act three times a year, I don’t believe you…”

“So I almost never do,” Zhou Lingyi responded calmly.

*The Day and Night Patrol Deities wandered the human world, constantly dealing with the deep, hidden mysteries of Jing Country, which greatly polluted their spirits and dispositions, making them domineering, eccentric in behavior, or even willingly fall to degeneracy…*

If left unchecked, what was supposed to be an extraordinary sword for maintaining the balance of Jing Country could instead become the source of chaos.

Thus, the nine ancient halls set rules together to limit how often Day and Night Patrol Deities could act.

*Zhou Lingyi respected these rules, rarely taking real action within the Zhou Family’s Troupe, mostly relying on Magic Artifacts like the Cow Bell and Witch Talisman.*

*In Luoying Hall, when she disposed of the ghostly doll and stood up for Zhou Xuan, she relied on the talisman drawn on her arm.*

*When she manipulated the Nuomian and used her red thread of love, she only revealed a sliver of her true intent.*

*Because of the limitation on her actions, she had to keep Yuan Buyu, a Divine Person, in the Zhou Family’s Troupe.*

“Rise!”

Zhou Lingyi was close to Mr.

Dai’s corpse now.

She softly called, “Rise.”

Mr.

Dai’s body floated into the air as lightly as a fallen leaf, facing Zhou Lingyi.

“Stripping you is quite time-consuming.”

Zhou Lingyi seemed to be talking to herself.

She formed her right hand into a blade shape and made a very fine cut on her left palm.

The wound stretched from left to right, crossing her palm.

Blood flowed quickly down the wound.

With her palm facing the ground, the blood dripped directly onto the ground, moving rapidly, as if an invisible pen were drawing on the ground.

The drawing was a flower.

If Zhou Xuan were here, he would surely recognize it as a Red Spider Lily.

The Red Spider Lily, blooming in the netherworld, served to guide the souls of the dead.

Zhou Lingyi made a sword gesture with her right hand, dipped it in the blood, and drew an identical Red Spider Lily on her own face.

The blood-red flower was like a tattoo, adding a mysterious air to her elegance.

Zhou Lingyi closed her eyes and muttered, “Life and death form chapters, destinies rise and fall, a millennia of glances, the Red Spider Lily blooms…

Guide!”

The Red Spider Lily on her face heated up with the chanting of the “Spider Lily Spell,” and upon the command “Guide!”,

the reversed Red Spider Lily petals on the ground rapidly expanded, from half an inch to a foot, then two feet…

three feet…

When the petals reached six feet, they split into two petals.

One became two, two became four…

and in this cyclical way, in no time at all, thousands of Red Spider Lily petals extended like red threads toward Mr.

Dai’s forehead.

The petals were immensely strong, yet tightly controlled, they burrowed into Mr.

Dai’s skin, pulling back to tear it away and expose his pale white skull.

The second wave of petals attacked again, with a delicate touch like feelers, they probed into the narrow cracks in Mr.

Dai’s skull, and with force, flipped the skull open…

revealing the still-twitching purple brain fully exposed to the air.

The third wave of petals had hardly any pause, they plunged into the brain tissue one by one, some responsible for cleaning up the traces Ten Fingers had left in Mr.

Dai’s brain.

More petals searched for Ten Fingers, and upon finding them, grasped and wrapped them securely, pulling them out.

“Night Patrol Deity, I’m willing to offer a price, a price Dai Siming couldn’t afford, just to exchange for my life…”

Zhou Lingyi ignored it.

*Having dealt with many Alien Ghosts, she understood their nature: the so-called price was nothing more than the payment for doing their bidding.*

Once you do their bidding, it’s like diving into a volcano full of magma.

Only fools believed the lies of Alien Ghosts!

In a flurry of cries, the Alien Ghost was pulled out of the brain by the petals, starting with five bloodied fingers twisting violently, then the other five quiet fingers, those five fingers had accepted their fate and gave up struggling.

With a “pop,” the entity beneath the ten fingers was also “dug” out of the brain by the petals.

This was the full appearance of the Alien Ghost “Ten Fingers”: two human hands grown together inversely, back-to-back, one hand thick with thick fingers, belonging to a man, the other hand thin with slender fingers, belonging to a woman.

Ten Fingers was such an androgynous, eerie entity.

Due to its peculiar nature, Mr.

Dai linked them to the earthly realm using Qing Lian, which involved splicing a man’s “hands, feet, nose, eye” with a woman’s “body, neck, head, face.”

Similar features were needed for successful linking.

Ten Fingers was successfully pulled out, countless petals wrapped around it and then tightly bound…

Only then did Zhou Lingyi withdraw a box from her wide sleeve.

The box was wooden with a layer of human skin on the outside.

The skin had a tattoo of “chain ink,” and Zhou Lingyi opened the box.

The Red Spider Lily petals dropped the wrapped Ten Fingers into the box.

The box lid closed automatically.

The chains tattooed on the skin snaked around like a serpent, accompanied by the sound of iron rings clinking and clashing, sealing “Ten Fingers” inside the human skin box.

This box was the Forbidden Artifact assigned to Zhou Lingyi by the Old Hall.

Zhou Lingyi looked down at the box in her hand and smiled faintly, saying, “I told you, my brother was never the sacrifice, you are!”

She secured the box, casually gesturing at the Red Spider Lily on the ground.

Instantly, the petals, dense as a forest and wildly overgrown, disappeared.

Zhou Lingyi threw out a Wind Lamp before leaving.

The glass of the Wind Lamp shattered, flames caught on the bookshelf, soon the fire spread quickly, turning the corridor into a scarlet blaze…

…

Zhou Xuan returned to the Zhou Family’s Troupe from the Dai Mansion, with the sky already slightly bright.

He was utterly exhausted, but his own room was too filthy thanks to the mess caused by Six Corpses, so he couldn’t sleep there.

He found an empty dormitory, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

He hadn’t had enough sleep when suddenly, the door opened.

“Ah?

This room is occupied?”

Zhou Xuan sat up groggily, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and explained, “My room’s too dirty to sleep in, I didn’t know someone was using this room, I’ll leave now…”

“Been looking for you for ages!

Brother!”

“Sister, is this your room?” Zhou Xuan woke up half-way, stopped rubbing his eyes, and was about to apologize to his sister.

Before he could get the apology out, Zhou Xuan noticed something was off with his sister…

Her arms were blood-red, and she was holding a pair of “inverted hands.”

What made Zhou Xuan feel horrified—the inverted hands, their fingers were still moving.

“Are two hands clicking and clacking?

Am I dreaming?

I’ll sleep a while longer.”

The strangeness of the hands made Zhou Xuan confused about whether he was in a dream or reality…