Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 364 - 213: Stealing the Heavens and Switching the Days_3
Chapter 364: Chapter 213: Stealing the Heavens and Switching the Days_3
"There are a few critical moments in time."
Zhou Xuan raised the wind lamp high, illuminating Li Chengfeng’s face, and asked: "Old Li, at what time, exactly, did you slay ’Hunger’?"
"Nine ten in the evening."
"Are you certain?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"Absolutely certain. Qing Feng is the City God’s Second Master. He’s meticulous by nature. After we slew Hunger, he took out the City God’s Record and precisely noted down the time of the kill."
Li Chengfeng answered methodically.
Zhou Xuan asked again: "What time did you leave the guesthouse?"
"After killing Hunger, I lit the lantern, which delayed us by two to three minutes. We left the guesthouse just before nine fifteen."
"Before nine fifteen, did any of you leave the guesthouse?"
"Who would dare? We stayed in the guesthouse the whole time. Lao Yun can testify."
Li Chengfeng sensed Zhou Xuan’s mistrust and brought up Yun Ziliang as proof.
"Indeed, no one went out. I was there too," Yun Ziliang chimed in.
"Old Li, Lao Yun, I don’t doubt you two. It’s just that the situation is too bizarre."
Zhou Xuan turned his back and looked at the decaying guesthouse, saying: "I am the Zhou Family’s Nuo God. With the first incense, I cultivate as the storyteller, and with the second incense, I cultivate in ’tattooing,’ both linked to the Dream Realm Heavenly God’s Tangkou.
Thus, I often have peculiar dreams."
He used the "dream realm explanation" to obscure the existence of the Wash Away Injustice Talisman.
The painter nodded and said: "It’s the Dream Law."
In Jing Country, anyone capable of comprehending the Law does so only after the seventh incense.
Zhou Xuan, though lacking sufficient incense power, was blindly trusted by everyone. Anything that happened to him seemed unsurprising to them.
"Maybe it counts as Dream Law."
Zhou Xuan continued: "I held the lamp and dozed off briefly in the guesthouse, where I dreamt of today’s happenings within the guesthouse.
’Hunger’ struck at around eight thirty. He summoned himself through the legs he possessed, using two jars of white liquor to incite him.
Now he’s no longer in human stomach form but in the shape of ’five viscera.’ The viscera grew rampantly, transforming the guesthouse into a giant stomach, devouring everyone inside."
"Impossible! At eight thirty, we were all still in the guesthouse."
Li Chengfeng, upon hearing this, was full of conflicting emotions. If Zhou Xuan’s words were true,
then it meant
’Hunger’ devoured everyone in the guesthouse right before their eyes.
It was a hard pill for him to swallow. As the Bone Elder Association’s Fifth Divine Office—Heavenly God Scholar—he sat in the guesthouse and watched helplessly as the entire guesthouse perished.
Weakness, incompetence,
such terms weren’t the least bit exaggerated to describe him.
This event not only left Li Chengfeng riddled with guilt but also dented his confidence.
"In my dream, I saw you, Lao Yun, Qing Feng, and the other night watchmen mysteriously disappear at seven forty." freewebnσvel.cѳm
"We disappeared?"
Li Chengfeng was shocked by Zhou Xuan’s conclusion.
"That can’t be. We were always around," Yun Ziliang also testified.
Such an occurrence left them undeniably anxious.
Although present in the guesthouse, ’Hunger’ acted under their very noses. From basic logic alone, it made them suspiciously linked to Hunger.
Zhou Xuan gestured with both hands to calm them down and said: "Old Li, Lao Yun, I trust you two deeply. I haven’t suspected you for even a moment. I’m merely describing what happened in the guesthouse during my dream.
I only have one question—What happened between seven forty and the time you left the guesthouse?"
"Nothing. We were just in the elegant room, the Peony Pavilion..."
"The Peony Pavilion, I know. Continue," Zhou Xuan prompted.
Hearing this, Li Chengfeng no longer doubted Zhou Xuan’s ’dream’ as genuine. After all, he hadn’t revealed yet that Qing Feng had been staying in the Peony Pavilion the entire time, clearly something Zhou Xuan had "dreamt" about.
Li Chengfeng recounted everything truthfully: "I was chatting with Lao Yun, while Qing Feng monitored with the Ceramic Ear Magic Artifact. Everything was perfectly normal.
No strange noises, no peculiar sightings—everything was calm until past nine, when Qing Feng and I entered Hunger’s dream and felt deeply famished. Then we made our move and killed Hunger."
To Zhou Xuan, Old Li’s recounting was nothing new—mundane repetition.
"Think harder!"
Zhou Xuan pressed: "Aside from anomalies, did you hear any other sounds?"
"No, nothing else," Li Chengfeng recalled but couldn’t come up with anything.
"I did," Yun Ziliang said, "I heard someone shouting outside the guesthouse."
"Who was shouting?"
"A knife sharpener shouting," Yun Ziliang explained.
Knife sharpeners were common in Jing Country. Whenever someone needed blades, scissors, or farming tools sharpened, there was always a knife sharpener around, a common tradesman.
During his time in Jing Country, Zhou Xuan had often heard the shouts of knife sharpeners echoing through the alleyways.
"How did the knife sharpener shout?"
"Just the usual shout." Yun Ziliang imitated the coarse voice of a knife sharpener and yelled to Zhou Xuan: "Sharpen scissors—file down knives..."
In Jing Country, tradesmen walking the streets relied on shouting as their primary form of advertisement. Without storefronts or fixed spots, shouting was the primitive way to draw potential customers.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked Li Chengfeng: "Did you hear the shout?"
"I did, and now that you’ve mentioned it, I remember. I even looked out the window. Hearing shouting so late at night, I naturally thought it strange."
Li Chengfeng, stirred by Yun Ziliang’s recollection, summoned his own memories and said: "Then I saw the knife sharpener enter the guesthouse. I figured the knife sharpener must do business within the guesthouse or taverns."
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