Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 35 - 32 The Blood Line Between the Brows
35: Chapter 32: The Blood Line Between the Brows
35 -32: The Blood Line Between the Brows
Zhou Xuan felt deeply concerned about the six corpses.
Mr.
Dai’s death had no clear cause, but it was definitely related to the six corpses, and greatly related to the blood sacrifice that happened at the Earth Temple years ago.
However, when he carefully recalled the memories of the Big Belly Monk from the blood sacrifice at the Earth Temple, indeed, Mr.
Dai and those six corpses were not among the villagers participating in the blood sacrifice.
But the six corpses, able to control the wandering souls of the Big Belly Monk after the blood sacrifice in the Earth Temple; and Mr.
Dai, not going anywhere else for the ritual, specifically picked the empty space above the Earth Temple,
this should all not be a coincidence.
The six corpses, Mr.
Dai, the Earth Temple blood sacrifice.
There is an indecipherable and complex relationship between these three.
Fortunately, Zhou Xuan does not plan to get entangled in this mess.
A newspaper headline acted as a swift cut through the chaotic tangle.
He didn’t plan to pursue the cause of Mr.
Dai’s death any longer, but the aftermath of the six corpses had to be dealt with.
They were all extraordinary, lest they reanimate.
“Six corpses?
Weren’t they taken away by the Investigation Bureau?” Yu Zhengyuan was clueless about the situation.
“What would they take them for, the case is nearly closed.”
Zhou Xuan reminded Yu Zhengyuan: “Big senior brother, let me tell you, these six corpses are a thorny issue; we must properly place them in coffins.
If you neglect this, I’m afraid…”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that they will crawl out of the ground, carrying lanterns and take you away.”
Yu Zhengyuan: “…”
Xu Li chuckled beside them, patted Zhou Xuan’s shoulder and said, “Don’t scare your big senior brother, he’s faint-hearted; besides, the funeral expenses for the six corpses have already been covered by Mr.
Dai, we will definitely bury them properly…”
“With Mr.
Dai dead, no one’s settling the final payment, where’s the extra money for the funeral.” Hearing that money was involved, Yu Zhengyuan, the troupe’s steward, felt a pang.
Xu Li gave him a disdainful look and scolded, “What kind of talk is that?
If we take up a task, we must see it through.
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Dai’s fault for not paying the final installments, but if we only care about singing and not about the burial, word will get out and people will poke at the spine of Zhou Family’s Troupe.”
After deliberating for a while, Yu Zhengyuan finally made up his mind and said, “Then, let’s bury them.
I’ll take care of it.”
Without Zhou Xuan’s reminder, the six corpses would still be lying on the empty stage ground.
Yu Zhengyuan asked the Funeral Master, “Can these six be put into coffins tonight?”
“Yes, the funeral play for Mr.
Dai has been arranged; it will be performed and then they will be sent off, the coffin boards are all ready.”
“Then arrange for these six to be placed into coffins.”
The Funeral Masters got busy.
These six individuals had all laughed haughtily when Mr.
Dai was being devoured, laughing so hard they fell off their chairs, breaking off a part of their bodies.
Some broke their hands, some their feet…
Yu Zhengyuan looked at the scattered pieces, frowning, “Why are all the corpses broken?
Fell from chairs, was the impact that great?”
“When the six of them were brought to Zhou Family’s Troupe, they were already missing hands and feet.
During the cleaning, the Water Room masters took the money given by Mr.
Dai to buy body parts to attach to them, after all, they were attached later on, naturally, they were not very secure and fell apart.”
“Reattach them, they can’t be incomplete when entering the coffin.”
While Yu Zhengyuan and the Funeral Master were having a serious conversation,
a line of blood appeared between the eyebrows of all six corpses.
At this moment, the line of blood wriggled erratically like earthworms, then calmed down.
The bloodline,
came from the handiwork of the Class Leader.
Personally left by Zhou Lingyi.
Walking along the river towards the bridge,
Zhou Xuan passed a row of Maitreya Buddha Temples, spitting at the entrance of each one.
Back then, the Big Belly Monk took advantage of the great drought, when the people by Corridor River were starving, and under the guise of Maitreya Buddha, he gathered followers by providing food.
But that food didn’t come out of thin air; it was humans, who became the guise of food in his belly.
With this sinister magic, he misled people, and in turn enjoyed the offering of incense, worshipped by people as Buddha.
Blatant deception!
“Why doesn’t anyone deal with him?”
Zhou Xuan remembered his sister saying that Jing Country had Divine People, Ghosts, all with special abilities.
These Divine People and Ghosts, don’t they have the power to handle the Big Belly Monk?
Or do they not want to?
Ruminating aimlessly, he unwittingly reached the Pavilion Bridge, with his car still parked at the head of the bridge.
Zhou Xuan opened the car door and suddenly smelled the aroma of pancakes, his stomach gurgling involuntarily.
“Boss, give me a set of pancakes.”
The pancake stand owner was somewhat flattered; normally, people called him “peddler” or “pancake maker,” not even addressing him directly, they would just glance at him and toss out “make a pancake” if they wanted to buy one, no one had ever called him boss.
Hearing the polite words, the stall owner was pleased, grabbed a cloth dipped in water, gave his hands a rub and asked, “What would you like to eat, sir?”
Zhou Xuan approached the pancake stall, glanced at the offering on the stall—shredded radish, pickled vegetables, green onions, and a small bowl of sauce with pork head meat.
“One pancake, double portions of shredded radish and pickled vegetables, two green onions, double servings of pork head meat.”
The stall owner was initially stunned, then realized and said, “Sir, why don’t you buy two pancakes?
I can give you an extra spoonful of batter.”
“Do you think my ultra-supreme invincible pork head meat pancake would covet that spoon of batter?
Start cooking!”
“Alrighty, eight mao total.”
A spoonful of batter was poured onto the hot griddle, and the young boss grabbed a bamboo slip to quickly spread the batter evenly.
“Right, do you have eggs?”
“Yes!”
“Add two.”
“That makes it nine mao.”
Zhou Xuan took out the purse Xu Li gave him, fished out one yuan and handed it to the stall owner.
The stall owner opened the cash drawer to give change, glanced at the eggs in the cabinet, and returned two mao: “I’m really sorry…
there’s only one egg left, it’s on the house, no charge.”
“That’s considerate.”
The pancake was quickly prepared, its contents neatly rolled up, the pork head meat golden and fragrant.
Zhou Xuan held the pancake with both hands, just about to take a bite when a hurried voice came along.
“Little junior brother, little junior brother.”
Zhou Xuan turned his head to look, and saw his third senior brother, Li Shuangyi, leading a child, pouncing towards him like a hungry tiger.
“What’s the big idea here?”
Zhou Xuan stepped to the side.
Arriving in front of him, Li Shuangyi caught his breath and said, “Junior brother, my apprentice isn’t feeling too well, I’m worried he can’t walk much further.
We would like to ride with you back to Zhou Family’s Troupe.”
“That’s it?” Zhou Xuan raised an eyebrow.
“That’s it…”
Only then did Zhou Xuan heave a sigh of relief: “What’s the big deal!
I thought you two were after my pancake.”
He straightened up, pulled out the pancake, took a big bite, and while chewing, said: “You guys go sit in the vehicle first.
We’ll leave once I’m finished eating.”
“Thank you, junior brother.”
Li Shuangyi opened the door for his apprentice, but the apprentice didn’t get in and just kept drooling over the pancake in Zhou Xuan’s hand.
Kids and their greediness for food.
But,
I can’t let you eat this pancake, it has the last egg in it!
Go buy your own if you want to eat.
Zhou Xuan took out two yuan from his purse and handed it to Li Shuangyi: “Third senior brother, please use this to buy pancakes for you two.
But let me tell you in advance, the stall owner has run out of eggs.”
The stall owner overheard and reminded, “Customer, I do have eggs, just not chicken eggs!”
Zhou Xuan, Li Shuangyi: “…”
…
The pancake was ready,
The three sat in a circle, squatting by the side of the vehicle, gnawing on the pancakes.
Zhou Xuan recognized who the little apprentice was.
“I remember now, you’re that kid who bragged about drinking four bottles of soda in the afternoon and peed on the Buddha’s head…
named Tong Douzi.
This noggin’, tsk, third senior brother, your apprentice sure is clever.
That cleverness, third senior brother?”
When Li Shuangyi remained silent for a long while, Zhou Xuan turned his head to look, and got a shock.
He saw Li Shuangyi staring at him, eyes seemingly full of deep emotion.
Zhou Xuan had heard that the morals of life in the troupe were somewhat disordered, women were rare, men were plentiful, and it was easy for homosexual tendencies to arise.
Could it be that the third senior brother?
“Little junior brother, you’re so handsome…” Li Shuangyi didn’t speak for a long while, but when he did, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Zhou Xuan felt goosebumps all over, shivering coldly, the idea of being eyed by a gay man…
that would be real trouble.
One can be a thief for a day but not for a thousand; what if one day, while he was sleeping, and the door creaked open…
that scene…
He quickly tried to explain his sexual orientation, trying to nip third senior brother’s improper thoughts in the bud, but then Li Shuangyi added, “Your eyes are really beautiful, much brighter than before.”
Hearing this, Zhou Xuan’s brow furrowed tight.
More than one person had complimented his eyes today,
The last one was the pillar of Zhou Family’s Troupe, Liu Jiaotian.
“Have my eyes changed?”
Zhou Xuan hurried to stand up, moved closer to the vehicle’s rearview mirror and observed his own eyes carefully…
