Day and night tour

Chapter 62: The Illusion of the Blood Well
Same as last time,
Zhou Xuan was half asleep and half awake. After the blood from his ten fingers was absorbed by him, he felt a minty coolness flowing through his body.

But now its ten fingers are much weaker than last time. After the lesson of being set on fire by the blood-colored talisman, it also understands that it is impossible to contaminate the cautious Zhou Lingyi.

All it could do was wait for death, waiting for its flesh and blood to be completely absorbed by Zhou Xuan after repeated sacrifices.

Zhou Xuan's pain,
Was suppressed.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, brother. Have a good dream and forget everything that happened just now."

……

After daybreak, Zhou Xuan woke up slowly. He felt full of strength and his eyes and head no longer hurt.

Zhou Xuan put his mind into the secret realm of divine inspiration and was surprised to find that the incense burned much faster. The sound of the bow hitting the water was like beating a drum, so powerful that it made his ears buzz.

The incense had also burned a lot. Yesterday it was nine and a half inches long, but now it had burned a full finger length. The position where he was sitting was closer to the boatman, and it was already level with the incense table.

"The incense has burned two inches...blood...the blood of the White Walkers." The boatman said vaguely, still paddling the boat. With each push of the oar, the boat moved four or five meters away.

"I've burned two inches, and there are still seven and a half inches left, but I haven't saved up any incense yet?"

Zhou Xuan tasted the "blood of the aliens" in the boatman's words.
Yuan Buyu once said that in addition to the power of vows, one can also accumulate incense by absorbing the spirituality from flesh and blood.

In addition, he clearly remembered that the side effects of psychic communication appeared last night, but disappeared inexplicably after he slept.
The appearance of incense and the disappearance of side effects should be related to "the blood of the White Walkers".
Speaking of White Walkers,

Zhou Xuan thought of the "Mother of All Buddhas" in Mr. Dai's body, and pondered further, who in the Zhou family could allow him to absorb the blood of the White Walkers without anyone noticing?

He could easily guess that it was his sister's work...

"My sister is really good to me."

……

When Zhou Xuan walked out of the house, a gust of cold wind blew towards him, making him shiver.

"It's a bit cold all of a sudden."

Zhou Xuan tightened his collar and walked towards the gate of Zhou's class. He did not go to Yuan Buyu for advice on Shu Liangzi, but planned to go to Taiping Road to pick out a gift for his sister.

"What kind of gift would your sister like?"

Zhou Xuan was walking and thinking, and when he reached the old stage, he suddenly saw a strange, ferocious-looking middle-aged man holding a child and running towards the outer courtyard gate.

The child had bright eyes and was none other than Third Senior Brother Li Shuangyi's favorite disciple - Tongdouzi.

Tongdouzi's mouth was tightly covered by the middle-aged man, with tears in his eyes...

"Fuck, another kidnapper?"

Seeing this, Zhou Xuan started to chase after him. After a few steps, he caught the cripple until he was only half a meter away. He suddenly jumped up and kicked the cripple down with his own kick.

"Damn it, the kidnapper is so bold that he even came to the Zhou family class."

Zhou Xuan first pulled the copper bean out of the cripple's arms, and then picked up a stone on the ground.

He held the beggar's head with one hand and raised the stone with the other hand, intending to smash it hard on his head.
Just when the stone was only half a foot away from the beggar's head, Zhou Xuan stopped.

"No, this is not a kidnapper! Kidnappers don't dare to join the Zhou family class."

Zhou Xuan noticed something strange.

The kidnapper Liu San was already at the level of a second-stick-of-incense gang, and he didn't even dare to follow the Zhou family. Now, how could the kidnapper in front of him be so brave as to come directly to the Zhou family to kidnap kids?
Unless his ability is better than Liu San's.

But if he is really that skilled, with his swift footwork, can I catch up with him?

"You are not a kidnapper, you are not a kidnapper!"

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but shake his head at the ferocious-looking middle-aged stranger.

"Uncle Zhou, he's a kidnapper. He almost took me away. Hurry up and throw a stone at him. Hurry up and throw a stone at him."

Tongdouzi urged from the side.

Zhou Xuan turned his head to look at Tongdouzi, and at the same time saw Li Shuangyi who was sitting on the steps at the entrance of Luoying Hall and cracking melon seeds.

He pushed the copper bean to the ground, and Li Shuangyi was still cracking melon seeds.

"No, you are not Tongdouzi! Who are you?"

If it was really the copper bean that pushed him down, how could Li Shuangyi sit still?

"I'm Tongdouzi! Uncle Zhou, smash that crutch quickly."

"Little brother, please let me go. I really have nowhere to live, so I came here to kidnap children..."

"Stop arguing, you are not a copper bean, you are not a kidnapper, just shut up!"

Zhou Xuan's mind became confused and he went insane.

"Xuan boy, Xuan boy, wake up."

Zhou Xuan heard Yuan Buyu's voice and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Yuan Buyu with an apron tied around her waist, patting his back continuously.

"Old Yuan?"

"Are you possessed? Who are you going to throw the stone at?" Yuan Buyu asked.

"Smash...?" Zhou Xuan looked ahead, but there was no trace of Tongdouzi or Renjiazi, not even Li Shuangyi.

It was as if the three of them had never appeared at all.

"You are definitely possessed. Follow me."

Yuan Buyu pulled Zhou Xuan towards the kitchen without saying a word, but as they walked, Zhou Xuan suddenly broke free from Yuan's pull.

"You are not, you are not Lao Yuan! Lao Yuan never wears an apron when cooking! Who are you?"

"Why don't you even recognize your master?" Yuan Buyu looked concerned.

"Get lost, you are not my master!"

Zhou Xuan's mind became insane and twisted. He wanted to do nothing and let his body solve the madness on its own, just like when he was bewitched by the stone Buddha in the temple.

But it doesn't work.

He couldn't help but think about nothing. Yuan Buyu's voice disturbed him like a death warrant, and he couldn't calm his mind at all.

"What are you standing there for? Master is calling you."

"Hey, answer the question!"

Zhou Xuan was mentally tortured greatly, and the pain pushed him to extremes. He decided to go all out. He squatted down, put his left hand on the ground, held a stone in his right hand, and smashed it down heavily.

boom!
Zhou Xuan felt a piercing pain in his left hand.

The pain actually made him clear-minded.

He covered his left hand with his right hand and saw that he was standing next to a well. If he took one step forward, he would fall into the well...

Then, he looked back again and saw an old lady lying on the ground screaming in pain at the place where the beggar was kicked down just now - Mrs. Hu, who made tea for the Zhou family.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but shudder. If he hadn't realized that what he saw just now was fake, he would have first stoned Mrs. Hu to death, and then been tricked by "Yuan Buyu" into jumping into the well.

"What happened to me just now?" Zhou Xuan walked towards Mrs. Hu, whose face was filled with fear and pain, and helped her up, offering apology and money...

After comforting Mrs. Hu,
Zhou Xuan went to the kitchen again...

……

"You were crazy just now! The madness was caused by the blood well." After listening to Zhou Xuan's story, Yuan Buyu handed a bowl of tea to his apprentice.

"Calm down."

"Is this the madness caused by the Blood Well? A bit..." Zhou Xuan thought that the madness caused by the Blood Well was like a madman howling, or mentally ill.

I didn’t expect Xue Jing’s madness to be so terrifying… He created hallucinations to harm himself.

"This is at the beginning... The initial hallucinations are very easy to distinguish, you just need to pay attention, but the more you go on, the harder it is to distinguish the hallucinations, and you can't tell the difference between reality and hallucination at all." Yuan Buyu said.

"Will the severity worsen?" Zhou Xuan felt a rare sense of panic.

"Ah."

"Didn't you say that you'll go crazy after five years?"

"After five years, you will become a complete lunatic. However, during these five years, you will be in a state of mental instability and sanity. The intervals between attacks will be long at the beginning, and will become shorter as time goes by."

Yuan Buyu sighed and said, "Sure enough, the stronger the blood well's spiritual connection is, the faster the symptoms of madness will come..."

His former disciple Guo'er first showed signs of madness on the sixteenth day after he became a disciple.

Zhou Xuan has only been here a few days.

"Later, if I have hallucinations, will I mistake you and sister for my enemies? And then, just like I wanted to hit Mrs. Hu just now, I will do the same to you..."

“Maybe…”

Yuan Buyu's hands were shaking as he drank tea.

"Ah...it would be nice if I could understand the Blood Well a little better."

Zhou Xuan leaned against the wall exhausted, muttering unrealistic hopes... No... that story!
He thought of something, regained his spirits, and ran into the house.

"Xuan boy, where are you going?"

"Look at the story."

Zhou Xuan returned to the house and took out the original owner's clipping book that he had read last time. He quickly searched for a while and found the thriller story that impressed him deeply.

"In the afternoon, the old dog that I had raised at home for fifteen years started to bite me crazily... I was so scared that I picked up an axe and chopped the old dog more than a dozen times. Then I fainted.

The next day, I attended my mother's funeral. Her body had been chopped into pieces by someone unknown."

"This story describes the hallucinations that Xuejing had when he was crazy!" Zhou Xuan read the story again and felt the same way. The fingers holding the newspaper trembled slightly.

"The author of this story should be a Blood Well psychic like me. Why did he publish the Blood Well illusion in the form of a story in the newspaper? To earn royalties? To become famous? Or for some other reason?"

Zhou Xuan thought calmly.

(End of this chapter)