Day and night tour

Chapter 49 Sacrifice
The strange hands made Zhou Xuan blur the boundary between dreams and reality.

"Don't sleep too deeply, but don't wake up too clearly either...half asleep and half awake is best."

Zhou Lingyi's voice was like a lullaby. Zhou Xuan couldn't help but yawn, and his eyelids kept drooping.

But he couldn't sleep too deeply. Just after closing his eyes for a few seconds, he regained consciousness and had to open his eyes. However, the scene in front of him was not as clear as normal vision, as if there was a layer of light yellow gauze between them.

Frame after frame of the picture flows before my eyes, like an old horror movie——

——Zhou Lingyi held "those hands" and sang an old song with unclear lyrics in a very strange tune. To be honest, the singing was not good. There seemed to be a lack of the most basic harmony between the notes, which Zhou Xuan found very irritating.

But as the unpleasant old song played, "the hands" in Zhou Lingyi's hands became more restless, and her fingers changed from twisting to scratching her palms, as if her palms were extremely itchy.

Because he scratched too hard, five bloody marks were left on his palm after each scratch. After scratching dozens of times in a row, the skin and flesh turned inside out, forming a series of shocking wounds.

Blood flowed out of the wound and quickly dripped onto Zhou Xuan's neck, face, and eyes...

"Cool...refreshing...so comfortable."

As soon as the blood dripped, it was quickly absorbed by Zhou Xuan's skin. Then a cool feeling similar to that after chewing mint spread very quickly in his body. Wherever it passed, he felt unprecedented refreshment and relaxation.

However, when he looked again in a half-asleep state, he felt that everything around him seemed to be covered with a layer of red mist.

The fog was translucent at first, and gradually its color became darker and darker until it became sticky and greasy. Zhou Xuan even felt that the thick color was a little blurry to his eyes.

"Go to sleep, brother, and have a good dream... When you wake up, you will forget everything you saw, completely."

"Will you forget?"

After hearing Zhou Lingyi's gentle voice, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but talk to himself.

"I will forget..."

"meeting……"

"..."

Zhou Xuan's words became less and less. The scene he had just seen was like a kite flying higher and higher, and then a gust of wind blew for no reason, cutting the string, and the kite disappeared without a trace.

"It's time to sleep."

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes heavily and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Zhou Lingyi held "those hands" and walked back to the house.

Shizhi was very angry. He didn't expect that Zhou Lingyi really treated him as a sacrifice in the ceremony.

"What you are doing is not in compliance with the rules of the Night Watch. After a White Walker is captured, he should be sent to the Nine Halls for punishment. Send me there..."

The nine halls have rules. All the White Walkers captured by the Night Watchmen must be sent to the main hall where the Night Watchmen are located.

Therefore,
According to the rules, the ten fingers should be sent to the old temple.

Zhou Lingyi said with a serious expression: "I respect the rules..."

"Then you dare to use me as a sacrifice?"

“But that doesn’t mean we will never break the rules.”

"..."

"My brother is seriously ill. You don't need to be the sacrifice. I'm afraid he won't survive until the day when the incense is lit."

Zhou Lingyi said coldly: "So... I have no choice but to inconvenience you."

"Send me to the Nine Halls!"

Ten fingers screaming hysterically.

Mr. Dai used to be a footman for Foodie and knew some secrets about the White Walkers.

As a believer of the Ten Fingers, he naturally shared this information selflessly.

Therefore, the Ten Fingers knew the situation of the White Walkers after they went to the Nine Halls - most of the White Walkers would die, but a small number of them would be imprisoned.

What is the Well Kingdom's intention in imprisoning the White Walkers?
Mr. Dai didn't know either.
Ten Fingers didn't think he would definitely be one of the small number of imprisoned White Walkers, but going to the Nine Halls at least meant there was a chance of survival.

No matter how small the chance is, it's better than dying at the hands of this crazy woman! The end of the sacrifice is death, a death without dignity.

"Send me to the Nine Halls. This is the rule. You must know the price of breaking the rule..."

"Just concentrate on your sacrifice. You don't need to worry about my affairs."

Zhou Lingyi's indifference and determination made Shizhi completely despair. But he felt that this was also a good time to make a last stand.

It wanted to take advantage of Zhou Lingyi's contempt for it and the moment when he let down his guard to unleash his magic to pollute Zhou Lingyi's spirit and mind, just like it polluted Mr. Dai.

All ten fingers were trembling, and long white hairs grew out of every pore of the skin, wrapping around Zhou Lingyi's arms.

As long as he could entangle and hook her, his will would be infused into Zhou Lingyi's body.

Pollution, intrusion, control...

Unfortunately,
Zhou Lingyi is not a gentleman.

She was very cautious and drew blood talismans on both of her arms in advance to prevent her hands from being contaminated when her fingers touched.

The ten fingers of white hair finally wrapped around Zhou Lingyi's arm, and the blood symbol flashed, quickly igniting the white hair...

……

In the early morning, Zhou Xuan woke up.

Although he didn't sleep for long, he felt full of energy and his eyes were no longer swollen.

"Is it because of the rowing I did last night? Exercise really helps. It makes you feel energetic and refreshed."

After getting out of bed, he endured the messiness of his room, took some clean clothes, and gave 40 yuan to Xiao Fuzi who was doing morning exercises in the outer courtyard to warm up his voice.

"Fuzi, clean my room. Make sure it's spotless."

"Ugh."

Xiao Fuzi clenched the forty yuan tightly and went to clean with a smile on his face. It was not because he loved money, but mainly because he loved working.

Zhou Xuan continued walking into the bathhouse.

To get to the bathhouse you have to pass through the boiler room.

Old Ma, who was in charge of the boiler, was lying down to rest, playing with two walnuts in his hands. But strangely, when he was playing with the two walnuts, they collided and made two kinds of sounds.

"Lao Ma, what kind of walnut are you playing with? Why does it make two different sounds?" Zhou Xuan held the basin and moved in front of Lao Ma.

"Really? This is the authentic lion head..." Lao Ma opened his palm, revealing two juicy walnuts.

But each of these walnuts has more than a dozen nails driven into it.

Zhou Xuan took a quick look and almost laughed out loud.

Is there a bug in this walnut? Why put so many patches on it?

"Why are there so many nails in your walnuts?"

"My nephew was ignorant and broke my ancestral walnuts into pieces. I used nails to save them."

No wonder there are two kinds of sounds when winding them, one sound is made by walnuts, and another sound is made by iron nails. However, even with so many foreign nails, it is not as good as winding two pieces of stainless steel. At least the sounds are even and it will not break.

"Old Ma, I want to play with two walnuts, too. You've been playing with walnuts for a long time, can you help me pick a pair next time?"

Zhou Xuan didn't do this on impulse. He just had too much money to spend. His sister gave him 3,000 yuan a month, so he should live the life of a rich boy.

What is a young man like? He goes out with a bird cage in his left hand and two walnuts in his right hand. He finds a restaurant to sit down, calls the waiter over, and shouts loudly, "Give my bird some water." Then, while waiting for the food to be served, he leans back in his chair and "cracks" the walnuts...

When talking about walnuts, Lao Ma had a lot to say, such as what kind of walnuts to choose, what kind of walnuts to choose, and how to make the two walnuts look the same. Zhou Xuan was curious after hearing all these details...

...I was curious as to where Old Ma, with his forehead covered in cold sweat, purple lips, and a weak face, got so much energy to talk about walnuts.

"I'll ask you for advice next time. I'm going to take a shower and have breakfast." Zhou Xuan patted Lao Ma's shoulder and advised: "By the way, Lao Ma, did you not work well last night and crawl into the old lady's bed again?"

"No...no!"

"Look at your forehead full of sweat and your lips are purple, you must have died. Drink some wolfberry tea to nourish your body."

Zhou Xuan joked a few words and walked towards the bathhouse.

Old Ma stood there in a daze, muttering, "How did the young master know that I got into bed last night? Am I really weak?"

He went back to the room, took out an old mirror and looked at himself carefully. His face was rosy and his lips were bloody. He didn't look weak at all.

"The young boss must have tricked me... But I have to drink some wolfberry tea. The old lady said that my health is not as good as before."

Old Ma murmured.

(End of this chapter)