Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 967 - 386: Dead People Returned to Life

"Summoning the City God to suppress it and having the Witch give a warning, one plays the good cop and the other the bad cop, and the situation was brought under control. Indeed, well done, truly well done."

"I reckon you were deeply influenced; painters of the past would never have done such things."

Miss Qiang sneered disdainfully at the Painter.

She was the Sighing Mother Wall of the Bone Elder Association, and no one knew better than her the true nature of those people in the Bone Elder Association. Scholars are of no practical use; those Bone Elders are just a bunch of foolish scholars who day and night bury themselves in studies. Although the Bone Old Priests aren’t as pedantic as scholars, when it comes to managing the Prefecture City, they’ve always washed their hands of it and left it to the government to handle.

As time passed, it became entirely normal for the Painter to neither understand how to handle disasters nor know how to console the people.

Now, the Painter has developed methods to manage uprisings, which indeed was beyond her expectations.

"It’s still because Ah Xuan taught you well."

"No matter how good the teacher is, the student still needs to have perception. The Music Master is too fierce, Shang Wenjun too passive, Brother Peng is unwilling to come out, so Mingjiang can only let the Old Painter manage."

Zhou Xuan had always supported the Painter as the leader of Mingjiang since arriving in the Mingjiang Prefecture. Now his support had borne fruit, and he felt immensely gratified.

"Let’s go, Ah Qiang, let’s deliver the final blow."

At this point, Zhou Xuan embarked on a day trip to the Bell Tower.

...

On the Bell Tower, the Painter looked at the now quiet scene at the Donkey Shed, feeling somewhat self-satisfied.

"After all, the great master’s method is effective," the Painter said.

The Music Master also found it miraculous and said, "According to my thoughts, it would have been a kill with force; now, seeing, Old Painter, your method is good, you’ve learned quite a bit from the great master."

Though his temperament was fierce, he agreed if others’ methods were effective.

"The great master is truly a teacher of Mingjiang. I’ve picked up a few tricks that will serve me well in the future."

As the Painter spoke, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Old Painter, today you did very well."

Zhou Xuan’s voice hit upon the Painter’s desires; receiving the teacher’s praise is a student’s happiest moment.

"Great master, today the Mingjiang Prefecture owes you another great debt of gratitude."

The Painter, though delighted, didn’t dare lose his composure. The grand play that descended on Soul Shepherd City today, he only contributed the most negligible work, and the true magnificence of it still depended on the great master.

"Favors are nothing to speak of, Old Painter. I will soon day trip to the Donkey Shed; before I leave, I must give some instructions."

"Great master, feel free to instruct."

The Painter quickly responded.

"None of the people of the Mingjiang Prefecture should enter those two rays of light..."

"Naturally."

"However, if a child named ’Little Second Brother’ enters the line, you may allow him." Zhou Xuan said.

"Understood." The Painter felt some confusion; why were all others to be kept out, but this one child must be allowed in?

Who exactly was this child worthy of the great master’s special mention?

Confused as he was, the Painter didn’t question further and set out to manage it appropriately.

As soon as Zhou Xuan set off for a day trip to the Donkey Shed, the Painter arranged for the Bone Elder to investigate who "Little Second Brother" was...

...

The order at the Donkey Shed was restored once more after both the City God and the Witch intervened to mediate.

The townsfolk watching the Night Parade of Hundred Demons were silent out of fear; even upon seeing the figures of their relatives among the parade of the dead, they only dared to stand in place calling out their names and waving their hands, not daring to take any transgressive actions.

Zhou Xuan was always a person filled with humanitarian concern, and he tasked Little Brain with an additional duty. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Little Brain, does your memory storage include the names of all the dead people?"

"Of course, my brain is highly developed."

"So you can distinguish who is who by name?"

"Every single one; I know what they’re called." Little Brain responded.

"Very well."

Zhou Xuan said, "Whenever a dead person’s name is called out by a family member, project it so that the dead person lifts their head and, ideally, smiles in response to the family member."

For families, seeing each other, even if they can’t embrace, a simple exchange of smiles could bring immense comfort to the living members.

"I’m afraid that’s not possible," Little Brain said. "Xuan Director, you’ve reached my limits. I can at most make the projections lift their heads, but if I make them smile, the workload is too much, and I fear my brain will overheat."

"A head lift and eye contact will suffice."

Zhou Xuan compromised on the demand.

"Watch and see, Xuan Director, your Little Brain will ensure the task is accomplished."

Little Brain immediately made subtle adjustments to the projections.

"Ah Yi, big brother, big brother!"

"Ming Sheng...girl...I am dad."

The relatives beside the Donkey Shed called out the names of their family members, and upon such calls, those dead individuals would lift their heads and look towards their families.

Immediately, those relatives who got such a response either cried tears of joy or quietly wiped their eyes, while some began recounting the various experiences after the disaster to the projections of the dead.

Little Second Brother was also among the crowd.

In the place where he stood, the Night Parade of Hundred Demons hadn’t arrived yet, but he heard from the murmurs all around—a message that as long as he waited for the parade to pass, he could see his deceased parents among the dead.

To see his mom and dad once more, he squeezed through the gaps in the crowd until he managed to get to the front row, poking his head out between two adults.

"Little one, let me tell you this, it’s okay to be excited and to call out to your family once you see them, but...make sure you don’t cross the line, or else there’ll be trouble."