Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1192 - 455: Cliff Cave Stone Tablet
"Can the newcomer know this secret?"
Zhou Xuan was quite surprised.
In just a few days, almost overnight, Yellow Field Prefecture had suddenly and inexplicably appeared next to Jingchuan Prefecture.
The two prefecture cities, originally separated by thousands of miles, suddenly merged and became neighbors.
Zhou Xuan had also paid attention to this matter before; he thought that the merging of the two prefectures involved the will of Jing Country, otherwise such a grand thing could not have been accomplished.
The fact that this kind of grand maneuver could be known by a newcomer who hasn’t even joined the Blood Well Society yet is a bit puzzling.
"I also find it unreliable, but that newcomer keeps repeating one phrase — Life and Death Cliff Cave. If you don’t believe it, you can take a trip to Life and Death Cliff Cave." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"Where is Life and Death Cliff Cave?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"I don’t know, you need to ask in person."
"Alright."
Zhou Xuan asked again, "Recently, in our Blood Well Society, has any member gone mad?"
The Blood Well Society, pushed to the forefront by Zhou Xuan, had two main people, the first being Li Chengfeng, and the second being Si Yuer.
Li Chengfeng was too busy; he was the Sun Patrol God of Mingjiang Prefecture. Recently, Mingjiang Prefecture had gone through a lot of turmoil, and after rebuilding one-third of the prefecture city, everything needed to be revived. Whether it was the government or the God Traveling Department, everyone was so busy that their feet almost touched the back of their heads,
Therefore, managing the daily affairs of the Blood Well Society fell on Si Yuer’s shoulders, while Zhou Xuan happily acted as a hands-off shopkeeper.
"No, these days, though it’s a troublesome time, for everyone, it has been the most comfortable period in their lives."
Si Yuer sincerely said.
The people in the Blood Well Society are all Blood Well Spirit Communicators, each a most precious catch in Jing Country, living days even worse than the Fox Clan.
The Fox Clan, at least, is a huge group, and within the family, there are big figures like King Xishan.
What do Blood Well Spirit Communicators have? Besides madness, they probably have nothing.
Therefore, these spiritualists hide their identities day and night, afraid to show any slip and be caught or abducted. Every night, no matter how deeply they sleep, they keep one eye open and one eye closed, ready to flee at the slightest disturbance.
"Now everyone doesn’t have to hide like before and can enjoy life, reliving the excitement they missed."
"That’s great, that’s great."
Zhou Xuan asked Si Yuer again, "Where is the newcomer you mentioned now?"
"Oh, I, Zhimajiang, and Jiji Cao have used perception to form a large net, almost continuously detecting signals from other Blood Well Spirit Communicators. That newcomer sensed our signal and sent us a ’membership application.’"
"Is your perception that strong now?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"It’s all thanks to the Snow Mountain Fox Clan’s Shen herbs being effective. Most people in the society improved greatly after consuming Shen herbs."
Si Yuer also proudly patted her chest and said, "For example, I have already advanced to Six Incenses."
"Not bad, not bad."
Zhou Xuan felt pleased, having the "loving father" mindset of raising a little pig that can push over cabbages, and said, "Then I’ll take a look inside your perception net."
At this point, Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and pushed his perception to the limit.
Everything around him began to become hazy,
at the same time, he perceived something floating like a silk cloth in the sky of Mingjiang Prefecture.
When his perception collided with the "silk", he entered a certain hall.
In the hall, some people were chatting.
The voice of the chatters was very familiar to Zhou Xuan, it was Zhimajiang indeed.
Zhimajiang’s disguise had long been dropped in front of Zhou Xuan; she was none other than the boss of the first nightclub "Bailemen" in Mingjiang Prefecture.
At this moment, Zhimajiang was complaining, saying, "This Heaven is really unfair, why did the reconstruction complete the metropolitan first and not my nightclub?"
"These days, many ordinary people are in a good mood and willing to spend money at nightclubs, how much business have I lost for not catching this opportunity?"
It is said capitalists and small commoners have no common language,
The other members didn’t pay much attention to "Zhimajiang" and were discussing the recent programs broadcasted on the radio.
Some people were lamenting, "Alas, the Mingjiang Cinema is rebuilt, but— the cinema hasn’t opened. I really want to watch a movie; before, we were hiding and had no chance, now we have no need to hide but still have no chance to watch."
"Why are you in a hurry, have you heard that today, the great master of Mingjiang Prefecture, Zhou Xuan, is going to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture entirely with a book. Once the reconstruction is complete, we will once again have the splendor of Ye Ming River."
"Hey, I heard Zhou Xuan is one of our Blood Well Society members?"
Some people have already started inquiring about Zhou Xuan’s background, obviously not too familiar with the society.
Zhimajiang proudly introduced, "This great master Zhou Xuan is a top figure in Mingjiang Prefecture, but in our Blood Well Society, he’s just a great priest under the High Priest."
Indeed, Zhou Xuan was half-exposed, but only halfway. Since he saved Zhimajiang once, Zhimajiang guessed that Zhou Xuan was a great priest under the Blood Well High Priest.
She never imagined that this so-called great priest and the Blood Well High Priest were the same person.
Seeing everyone chatting lively, Zhou Xuan realized that this newly laid out "perception network" is the virtual social platform of Mingjiang Prefecture; everyone came here to chat and add some fun to life in their free time.
