The father has crooked eyebrows and eyes, the son is a thug who has injured people and done time in prison, and his appearance is extremely fierce.
Zhou Xuan had imagined two completely nonexistent individuals in the Jing Country world... Let Jing Deng and her Evil God Master take their time searching for them!
"Do you see those two people? An old man and a young man."
"That young man looks truly terrifying."
"Teacher Jing, we spotted those two individuals."
"I saw them too." Jing Deng paused her recitation of scripture, and simultaneously, a cracking sound of bones reverberated throughout the gathering.
As the sound faded, an aura of "Buddha nature" permeated each member’s body.
"Wow, my whole body feels refreshed."
"Teacher Jing, I can feel the Buddha energy."
"Following Teacher Jing’s recitation of Buddhist scripture brings peace for days afterward."
While the gathering members were vigorously praising Jing Deng, Zhou Xuan found this "Buddha energy" to be utterly counterfeit.
"It’s not Buddha energy; it’s something that merely resembles Buddha energy—Yin Sha Qi."
Zhou Xuan had absorbed vast amounts of Buddha energy before—his ten fingers and Buddha Tumor made him acutely sensitive to what the intake of genuine Buddha energy should feel like.
"Now it’s clear—Blood Well Society is a profit-churning scheme! Jing Deng deceives everyone into doing her bidding, and afterward, she releases some fake Buddha energy as feedback... Everyone, ignorant of the truth, believes that reciting scripture with Jing Deng earns them Buddha energy to suppress their madness. Naturally, they become even more eager to participate in the next scripture lesson."
Zhou Xuan exhaled deeply, relieved that he hadn’t been exposed, though Jing Deng’s secret had been.
"Reciting scripture is so exhausting; I need rest. Keep an eye on the newspapers, and we’ll meet again at the next gathering."
Jing Deng’s voice sounded fatigued.
After disbanding the Blood Well Gathering,
Mrs. Yu wiped the cold sweat off her glistening forehead with a towel.
In order to bind the Perception of Blood Well Spirit Communicators, she had broken the bone in her left forearm twice. Now, her left arm hung at an odd angle.
Still, she didn’t pause. She took out pen and paper and used her right hand to sketch the faces of the two individuals she had seen in the True Destiny Church.
One had crooked eyebrows and eyes, the other an utterly fierce visage.
After finishing the drawings, Mrs. Yu chanted an incantation, and the broken bones in her left arm slowly rejoined.
Her appearance aged further in the process.
She carefully folded the two pieces of sketch paper, tucked them into her handbag, left Room 901 of Xinmingjiang Hotel, descended the stairs, sat in a car on the roadside slope, and drove off toward the Nine Mile Manor.
Showing her pass to the gatekeeper, Mrs. Yu drove to the furthest part of the manor, parking before a stone urn fountain statue.
Beside the statue stood a maid holding a cat, waiting for Mrs. Yu.
"Mrs. Yu, the lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Please take me to meet the lady." Mrs. Yu politely said to the maid.
The maid led the way, guiding her through corridors, up a spiral staircase, and along a long red carpet to a door.
She knocked gently: "Miss, Mrs. Yu has arrived."
Upon hearing the order, the maid turned the door handle and gestured for Mrs. Yu to enter... After Mrs. Yu stepped inside, the maid carefully closed the door behind her.
The room housed two black coffins.
Mrs. Yu walked to the coffin on the right and softly knocked on its lid: "Miss, I’ve tracked down the two murderers who took lives. I sketched their appearances."
"Place the drawings on the coffin. Soon, someone will naturally retrieve them and hunt them down."
Mrs. Yu took the sketches from her bag and laid them gently atop the coffin lid.
"Miss, some time ago, you instructed me to shadow Zhou Xuan. I enlisted people from Divine Stealer to handle it, but two disciples were killed. Zhou Xuan has a Daoist Guardian by his side."
"Leave Zhou Xuan alone for now. Mingjiang Prefecture is becoming chaotic; we have many tasks to handle. Focus on controlling Blood Well Society."
The person inside the coffin responded coldly to Mrs. Yu.
"Even Blood Well Society is difficult to manage." Mrs. Yu lamented, "Recently, a new member joined. She seems to have suppressed her Blood Well syndrome with tattoos. During the gathering, she’s been frantically spreading news about the tattoo, stirring up unrest."
"How did you handle it?"
"I lied to them, claiming the tattoo has no effect on madness. For now, I’ve managed to suppress the tattoo rumors." Mrs. Yu said.
"You’ve handled it well." The person inside the coffin praised.
"But continuous deception won’t last forever; the truth will eventually surface." Mrs. Yu expressed concern.
"Then let her spread the tattoo rumors, and you assist in spreading them too. Meanwhile, pose as someone interested in purchasing the tattoo. Use the opportunity to locate that member and the Tattoo Master, then kill them both!
Don’t hire people from Divine Stealer anymore—they barely have ties to us and refuse to send their top talents, always sending mediocre disciples instead."
"Then whom should I hire?" Mrs. Yu asked.
"City God!" The coffin dweller replied.
"That member’s family background is probably not ordinary, and killing the Tattoo Master will provoke the Ancient Clan..."
"What’s there to fear? This is Mingjiang Prefecture—we control everything here! Whoever blocks our path, we kill them!"
Encouraged by the resolute response from the person in the coffin, Mrs. Yu’s spirits lifted, and she replied, "Understood."
She lowered her head, softened her steps, and exited the room.
"Blood Well Society and the Evil God Master are in cahoots?" Lv Mingkun listened to Zhou Xuan in disbelief.
"We nearly exposed that we killed the Life God."
Zhou Xuan held a teacup and took a sip.
"The Evil God Master seems to have quite a powerful background." Lv Mingkun said, "But if we handle things cautiously, we won’t need to fear them."
"Naturally." Zhou Xuan replied.
He then asked Yun Ziliang: "Lao Yun, Blood Well Society recited a strange scripture—after reciting it, it condensed the Perception of us Blood Well Spirit Communicators into one force. What kind of scripture is that?"