Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 45 - 42 Spiritual Finding People
45: Chapter 42 Spiritual, Finding People
45 -42 Spiritual, Finding People
The living dead clearly lack intelligence; aside from their obsession, they hardly possess any thoughts, and communication is quite strenuous.
They can’t even see the road clearly,
and can only rely on the evil spirits’ instinct,
deceiving the old hunter to guide them.
Now, to conduct such simple communication with Zhou Xuan, they still rely on the old hunter.
“How could Mr.
Dai not be dead?” Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but ponder.
He personally witnessed Mr.
Dai being devoured by over a hundred One-eyed Villagers, his skeleton picked clean, even the surface of the bones was reflective, and flies would slip off them!
Yet, he’s still not dead?
How tough must this old motherfucker’s life be!
“You guys aren’t trying to deceive me with your words, are you?”
The seven kneeling individuals vigorously shook their heads, the bones in their necks creaking loudly, shaking off a heap of maggots from their rotting flesh.
Zhou Xuan felt sorry,
sorry for the floor inside the house.
“Stop fucking moving, seeing your intelligence, I know you can’t deceive anyone.”
Zhou Xuan stopped the seven individuals, querying, “So, finding Mr.
Dai would help you find the missing parts of your bodies?”
The seven nodded again.
“Don’t all nod, just send a representative to nod or shake their head.”
The old hunter nodded.
“How to find Mr.
Dai?”
Zhou Xuan asked.
Since finding body parts is an obsession of the six corpses, the method to find Mr.
Dai must definitely be part of their obsession.
They should know.
Indeed,
The old hunter made a new movement, he wrote seven characters on Zhou Xuan’s palm—”Great Vajra Mother of All Buddhas.”
Zhou Xuan hated it; “Can’t you write something I can understand?
This is so abrupt, I didn’t even get what you all want to do!”
Not one of the seven moved.
Obviously, they couldn’t.
“With just these seven characters, how am I supposed to find Mr.
Dai?”
Mentioning Mr.
Dai, the six corpses showed some signs.
Again, the old hunter served as the “substitute” for the six corpses, raising his right hand to the height of his face, staring at his hand.
Just a gesture and that’s it?
Is this making guesswork a game?
“You want me to look at the hand?” Zhou Xuan actually guessed.
The old hunter shook his head.
“Reflect with a mirror?”
Shake of the head,
“Palm reading?”
Another shake of the head,
Zhou Xuan felt rather foolish, he, a fine young man, was actually playing the most common goofy game from variety shows—act and guess—with six corpses!
Frustrated with incorrect guesses, Zhou Xuan even couldn’t help but want to yell “Pass!”.
“Reading a book?” Zhou Xuan guessed again.
The old hunter nodded then shook his head, indicating the answer was close.
“Oh, I get it, chanting!
Chant the words!”
The old hunter finally nodded.
Zhou Xuan also sighed in relief,
finally getting the guess right,
If not for the possibility that Mr.
Dai was hiding secrets about the Blood Well, he truly had no patience to keep guessing with these bodies.
Zhou Xuan figured out how to find Mr.
Dai and immediately took action, first quietly muttering, “Great Vajra Mother of All Buddhas.”
No reaction,
The temperature was still cool, the seven were still kneeling on the ground looking up at him, and there wasn’t even a sudden gust of cold wind inside the house.
No changes around.
Could it be the volume was too low?
“Great Vajra Mother of All Buddhas.”
Zhou Xuan strongly suppressed his embarrassment, then in a very cheesy and resounding voice, he loudly recited it again.
The first half of his utterance was no different from normal speech, but as the latter half with the words “Great Vajra” left his mouth, it was as if the sound took on a shape, bouncing off the walls back to his ears, causing Zhou Xuan’s ears to ache.
It seemed in this moment,
the voice acquired hardness.
“Mother of All Buddhas, Great Vajra!”
Zhou Xuan had almost forgotten the purpose of searching for Mr.
Dai, instead focusing on his own voice.
He used all his strength to shout these words.
This time, not only did the voice change, the surroundings changed as well.
Walls no longer stood straight, edges of doors twisted, and solid objects like lamps, desks, chairs, walls, and door panels, all became ethereal, like gauze or fog.
Zhou Xuan curiously reached out to touch a nearby table lamp.
The lampshade, made of tin, his fingers actually passed through it lightly, this sensation was somewhat familiar to him.
When he was a ghost, touching any solid object felt just like this.
Apart from these changes, there was also a sound that wafted into Zhou Xuan’s ears.
“Mother of All Buddhas, Great Vajra…”
The same content, a different tone, distinctly separate from the forcefulness of Zhou Xuan’s own speech.
It seemed as if somewhere far away, someone was responding with the exact same words as Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan grew more curious, he repeated it again, and this time he received a clearer response, and the figure of the speaker blurred into view in front of him.
The figure was burly, dressed in a rickshaw puller’s vest, his face unclear, but there seemed to be a hint of a mutton-chop beard.
At this moment, Zhou Xuan’s actions had completely deviated from “looking for someone,” driven by the joy and curiosity of facing a new toy, urging him to continue chanting those seven words.
“Mother of All Buddhas, Great Vajra.”
The words Zhou Xuan shouted, forgetting the fatigue of his body and spirit, this time had an even more remarkable effect—he saw the rickshaw puller’s face clearly.
But the rickshaw puller’s face contorted and then became clear intermittently.
Through careful observation, Zhou Xuan made out that the rickshaw puller had a round face, eyes fanatic yet devout, murmuring the same words as Zhou Xuan.
“Who exactly is this man?
Why is he chanting the same words as me…
could it be, he is Mr.
Dai resurrected?”
While pondering, suddenly, the rickshaw puller’s face twisted again, a burst of dense static noises, not giving Zhou Xuan any time to prepare, forcibly flooded into his ears.
And then, countless murmuring whispers crawled into his body through every pore on Zhou Xuan’s skin like relentless bugs.
“My husband, the child’s school fees are due, the school teacher has urged us several times…”
“You think you’re fit to be my father?
Look at you, drunk as a skunk!”
“Boss, need a ride?
My legs are still quick.”
“Is the movie good?
I think it’s pretty average.”
The incessant private whispers drove Zhou Xuan close to madness…
“It’s over, Zhou Xuan is done.”
Outside the window, there was a shadow peeking into the room.
The shadow observed Zhou Xuan’s strange expressions from the window, his voice’s emotion continually changing, mimicking a wife urging her husband about school fees one moment, then roughening his voice, imitating the rickshaw puller pulling his carriage…
She knew, Zhou Xuan had been entangled by the whispers during spiritual communication.
Those entangled by whispers have one characteristic—they instinctively reenact the heard whispers with their own voice.
The shadow was somewhat gloating: “Zhou Lingyi, you’re so smart, how could you not think of it?
Zhou Xuan’s Perception after spiritual communication, even stronger, is still just an ordinary person without charm, hehe, letting him use Perception to find Mr.
Dai?
He isn’t capable enough, now he has reached the limit of spiritual communication, yet he didn’t exit the state in time, entangled by those whispers…
…Hehe, if Zhou Xuan dies from spiritual communication, that’s none of my business, no one dares to rescue him from his spiritual consciousness, neither do I, nor that Divine Person!”
But the shadow didn’t stay happy for long.
The six corpses, which had been kneeling all this while, were now prostrating.
The six corpses, crawling on the ground, made peculiar muttering sounds as if they were chanting or narrating something.
As they muttered, the temperature in the room dropped sharply again, and frost even formed on the window glass.
Zhou Xuan’s reenactment of the whispers abruptly stopped, and his spirit returned to normal, the image of the man with mutton-chop beard in his eyes became clear again.
What also became clear along with the mutton-chop beard, was the surroundings—the man sat on a cushion with a bookshelf to his left and a wall on the right which had a large ox head hanging on it.
Seeing all this clearly, Zhou Xuan felt satisfied, suddenly closed his eyes, and everything vanished, the walls returned to being upright, the lamp, desks, and chairs around him regained their solid texture.
“Damn, actually letting him escape from the spiritual state!
These six living dead, they actually could reinforce Zhou Xuan’s spiritual Perception!” The shadow was extremely infuriated.
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, extremely tired, pointing at the seven people, said: “There’s a man with mutton-chops, chanting the same words as me, he’s sitting in meditation on a cushion, there’s an ox head hanging on the wall inside the room, there’s a bookshelf to the left…”
Before he could finish speaking, the seven people bowed three times toward Zhou Xuan, then took the lantern and left the house.
Clearly, from the scene described by Zhou Xuan, they had found Mr.
Dai’s location…
“Leaving just like that?
Wait for me!”
…
The seven people set off again, forming a single file as before, the old hunter leading the way with a lantern, the others with their hands on the shoulders of the person in front, walking forward.
Zhou Xuan also began his journey with them.
But he didn’t walk,
instead, he drove.
“You guys walk faster, my car’s engine isn’t quite turning well now,” Zhou Xuan sat in the car without a care.
As the seven people walked further and further, Zhou Xuan, an “outsider,” became increasingly familiar with the surrounding roads…
“Where are they going, why do I feel like I’ve been here before?”
