Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 63 - 60 The Knife Sunk in Dreams

63: Chapter 60: The Knife Sunk in Dreams

63 -60: The Knife Sunk in Dreams

Zhou Xuan listened to the footsteps, should eat flatbread ate flatbread, should turn his head left and right to appreciate the scenery appreciated the scenery, as if nothing had happened.

Until he took a left turn, and there was still a small road’s distance from Zhou Family’s Troupe, Zhou Xuan caught sight of a meat stall.

The owner of this meat stall was a chess fanatic, who knows where he had gone to grind chess pieces at this hour, the stall was unattended, and didn’t need to be, it simply had a boning knife and a large bone that was boned extremely clean, even a dog would be lazy to snatch it.

Zhou Xuan felt the opportunity had come.

He fished out the gavel and folded fan he carried with him, listening intently to the footsteps in his ears.

When the sound was just about to reach the corner, clash of wood!

“Pop!”

Dream Generation from the ground, with the sound of wood as the signal.

…

Ghost Liu San, just turned around the corner, then inexplicably heard a “pop” sound, then his body shuddered.

Last month, Liu San was promoted to two incense level, acting as a snooper for the kidnappers, responsible for spotting and tailing any motion in the Tangkou on normal days.

This time, his target was Zhou Xuan, Young Master of Zhou Family’s Troupe.

Don’t look at Zhou Xuan’s noble life, Liu San felt, those with noble lives usually are useless, typical easy marks, with his two incense level ability, wouldn’t he follow him closely?

He didn’t dare to enter the courtyard of Zhou Family’s Troupe, he had been crouching in the small road in front of the Zhou Family’s Troupe’s main gate, waiting for Zhou Xuan.

And indeed, he waited.

“Ha, what an easy mark, and I’m still following him, still foolishly eating his flatbread!”

Liu San had been cursing non-stop in his heart as he followed Zhou Xuan.

But he didn’t know, at the turn, hearing that “pop” of the gavel, the situation had shifted.

“Eh?

Why isn’t that fool walking anymore?”

Liu San came out from the corner, saw Zhou Xuan seven or eight meters away standing in front of the meat stall talking to the meat stall owner about something, by their expressions, they looked quite agitated.

“Are they arguing?”

Liu San didn’t dare approach and squatted down, taking out a cigarette to smoke.

Before he could light the cigarette, Liu San saw the meat stall owner suddenly pull out a boning knife, plunging it into Zhou Xuan’s heart.

“Puh.”

The knife produced a muffled sound, startling Liu San so much his cigarette almost dropped to the ground.

“Stabbed to death?”

Liu San was shocked, then saw the meat stall owner who stabbed the person throw the knife and ran away at full speed, with Zhou Xuan who was stabbed lying motionless on the ground.

“This… this… isn’t this an unexpected windfall?”

Before Liu San came, Dog King had passed on the word: “You just have to familiarize yourself with Zhou Xuan’s daily routines, don’t lay hands on him, and don’t enter Zhou Family’s Troupe.”

With Dog King’s directions, Liu San had been tailing Zhou Xuan all the way and had not dared to make a move, but now Zhou Xuan was dead.

“If I carry the corpse back, or chop his head off and bring it to the Tangkou, I should be able to claim a big reward, I estimate I could even get a share of the spiritual child bone in the Tangkou, spiritual child bone, that is incense.”

Liu San had been elevated to two incense not long ago, and the lure of incense was even greater than money for him.

He struggled for half a minute, then decided to first check whether Zhou Xuan was really completely dead… If he was really dead, he’d immediately carry his body away.

“Let’s do this!”

Liu San made up his mind, throwing his cigarette butt sparking a flame, he stood up and walked towards Zhou Xuan.

His walk was very distinctive, his feet made no sound, it was the technique of two incense of a kidnapper—Stepping on Grass Without Trace.

Whether running or walking, he was two to three times faster than an ordinary person, and he did not make any noise, it was a good skill for ambushing and snooping.

Many three or four incense experts, if not listening carefully with Perception, would also have a hard time detecting Liu San approaching in the shadows.

Unfortunately, he encountered a Blood Well Spirit Communicator with very strong Perception.

Liu San was getting closer and closer to the “Zhou Xuan” who had been stabbed, stretching his neck, his attention completely focused on “Zhou Xuan”.

But what he didn’t know was, the “Zhou Xuan” on the ground was just a dream generated by Dream Generation, while the real Zhou Xuan was holding a boning knife, following behind him!

Zhou Xuan’s Incense Fire Level was too low, generating a very unrealistic dream, once the opponent suffers a little damage in the dream, they would wake up from it.

“After waking from the dream, it will be very hard to make your opponent enter the dream again.”

This was part of Yuan Buyu’s lecture, which Zhou Xuanjin took to heart.

“If receiving a little damage would wake them from the dream, then if I deliver a fatal blow, wouldn’t they never wake up again?”

Zhou Xuan had always been looking for an opportunity, and it came just when Liu San crouched down, head lowered, reaching out to feel the “Zhou Xuan” breath on the ground ——

—— His back neck completely exposed, focused entirely on “Zhou Xuan”, and with Zhou Xuan standing high above, stabbing him would be extremely easy.

“Kidnapper, I curse your goddamn ancestor!”

Zhou Xuan remembered the little girl whose mouth had been sewn shut, remembered how the kidnapper had arrogantly made extravagant claims, threatening to settle scores with him, the fury in his heart had blazed to its utmost.

He gripped the knife with both hands and fiercely stabbed towards Liu San’s neck… but he couldn’t drive the knife down.

It was as if a marsh had engulfed his hands and feet.

It was a dream!

It was a dream he had generated, blocking his strike!

“Get the hell out of my way!”

Zhou Xuan roared angrily at the dream, and at that moment, a glimpse of the Divine Revelation Secret Realm flashed before his eyes.

In the Secret Realm, amidst thunder and lightning, the Helmsman knelt on one knee toward him, his right hand steadying a white bone oar, he suddenly looked up as if breaking free from something.

Zhou Xuan also felt a sudden relief, his murderous intent intensified, he and the Helmsman almost simultaneously shouted “Kill” and the boning knife sank down!

The dream’s swampy mire immediately receded, clearing a path.

“Thud!”

The bone-removing knife penetrated Liu San’s neck thoroughly, Zhou Xuan dared not relax; although the man was just a tail, he was one of the kidnappers, who knew his incense fire level?

Did he possess any mystical abilities?

Zhou Xuan simply pressed down entirely on Liu San’s body, tightly holding the knife handle,

until the man no longer moved after a long while, then hastily pulled out the knife and stabbed Liu San’s neck, back, and lower back several times, finally feeling reassured.

Zhou Xuan got up, intending to return to Zhou Family’s Troupe, but he couldn’t take more than a few steps before his legs gave out, powerless, so he crouched in the corner, knife in hand, maintaining an offensive posture…

Liu San lay in a pool of blood, unable to close his eyes, he had once thought, if he died, which odd methods of the Tangkou might cause his death, but he never expected, death would be by a butcher knife!

The one who killed him,

was an idiot!

…

After Yu Zhengyuan and his three apprentices had eaten and drunk their fill, they waited a while but Zhou Xuan didn’t show, so they set off on the road back to the troupe.

Just as they turned the corner, Yu Zhengyuan saw Zhou Xuan squatting in the corner holding a knife; not far away, a blood-drenched figure lay.

“Hey, what happened?”

Lao Yu rushed towards Zhou Xuan, concerned, “Xuanzi, Xuanzi, what’s wrong?

Did you kill someone?”

“Take me… back to Zhou Family’s Troupe.” Upon seeing his eldest senior brother, the tense string in Zhou Xuan’s heart loosened, and he could no longer hold on, fainting into Yu Zhengyuan’s arms.

Yu Zhengyuan quickly hoisted Zhou Xuan onto his back and jogged toward Zhou Family’s Troupe.

“Manager Yu, should we report to the police?”

“Report my ass, can’t you see?

Also carry that bloody calabash from the ground, back to the troupe!”

Yu Zhengyuan kicked one of his apprentices in the rear.

“And the knife?”

“Bring it back!”

Once back at Zhou Family’s Troupe, Yu Zhengyuan also specifically instructed the three apprentices, “Put the corpse on the old stage first, don’t go blabbing about today’s events outside, anyone who talks won’t work at Zhou Family’s Troupe anymore!”

The normally easygoing eldest senior brother was also anxious this time.

“What’s going on?”

Originally sitting under the Ancestor Tree enjoying tea, Yuan Buyu rarely relished not needing to cook, but suddenly saw Zhou Xuan being carried back to Zhou Family’s Troupe, a tightness gripping his heart, he ran over in quick strides.

He first checked Zhou Xuan, found him only exhausted without serious injury.

But his senior brother’s face was ashen, he whispered to Yuan Buyu, “Xuanzi, Xuanzi…

he killed someone…”

“Killed someone?”

Yuan Buyu pulled aside the apprentice carrying the corpse, looked at Liu San’s neck where the knife hit, tore open his collar, revealing a tattoo of an Iron Chain.

The Kidnapper Hall’s signature tattoo.

“He’s one of the kidnappers!”

Following that, Yuan Buyu pinched Liu San’s ankle, hard as iron, then pinched the foot, suddenly stupefied,

“The ankle’s hard, the sole of the foot soft as boneless… it’s the Stepping on Grass Without Trace of the kidnapper’s two incense Ghost!”