Chapter 1274 - 435: Blessings and Guidance

The Fourth Great-uncle Master was a little surprised too, he carefully examined and saw Brother Dao’s feathers under the light, with quite a bit of a colorful taste, and both the comb and eyelids were different from ordinary roosters.

As a Little Demon, the Yang Energy on its body was stronger than some people.

"Wen Yan is nowhere to be found, I’m his Fourth Great-uncle Master, and I’d like to ask you for a favor," said the Fourth Great-uncle Master courteously.

Upon hearing "Dao friend" twice, Brother Dao nearly puffed his chest out with pride, causing the whole chicken to shiver.

"Ha... no problem, having eaten from Wen Yan’s family, now that something’s happened to him, I have to help."

"Then, thank you, Dao friend."

"Ah... ha..."

"Is there any problem?"

"No, no, whatever you need me to do, I’ll do," Brother Dao’s eyelids twitched slightly, others couldn’t tell it was gleeful.

Being called Dao friend, it genuinely felt delightful, like the value of its chicken life realized in that moment.

It must help, Wen Yan can’t be in trouble.

After eating Wen Yan’s family’s rice and the centipedes brought by Wen Yan, and being called Dao friend by this bigwig, it had the obligation to protect it all.

From afar at the window, Sparrow Cat pressed its entire face against the glass, watching Brother Dao outside being "gleeful" and "joyful," disgustedly jumping down.

"Fourth Great-uncle Master, Fourth Great-uncle Master, what do you want me to do?"

"You..." The Fourth Great-uncle Master hesitated, indeed he hadn’t thought what Sparrow Cat could do, and turned his thoughts: "You go see if Wen Yan’s son is around, and bring him here."

A moment later, the Foolish Son was brought over.

The Fourth Great-uncle Master prepared some items, and beside him, Brother Dao upon seeing this setup, knew it was to guide the way. This matter, it’s familiar with, having seen it the most and participated the most, so Brother Dao gave some suggestions.

The Fourth Great-uncle Master also took reference from Brother Dao’s suggestions, tying a red string on one of Brother Dao’s legs, and the other end tied to the Foolish Son’s big toe.

The Foolish Son widened his eyes, fluttering his leg uncomfortably as if being tied with the red string felt somewhat awkward.

Sparrow Cat leaned its head out on the side, getting close to Foolish Son’s face, looking seriously.

"Don’t move, this is to call your dad."

The Foolish Son looked at Sparrow Cat, smacked his lips, and didn’t move anymore.

Sparrow Cat, gleeful and smug, wanted to get closer still, the Foolish Son reached out, pushing it away.

After pushing away Sparrow Cat, the Foolish Son saw the painting hung on the wall, the soulful painting by Xiao Wu, and he calmed down, smacked his lips, grinned with fool’s glee, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In the backyard, the Fourth Great-uncle Master set up a Dharma Altar, taking a drop of comb blood from Brother Dao, and upon hearing the word Dao friend, Brother Dao happily agreed, whatever amount needed was fine.

The ritual began here, Brother Dao immediately started crowing in collaboration.

On one side, beginning the summoning guidance, while the other side, casting a spell for pursuit.

The target was Wen Yan.

The Foolish Son was brought to the backyard but was still craning his head looking towards the room.

Sparrow Cat drew near, blocking the Foolish Son, the Foolish Son pushed a couple times, couldn’t touch Sparrow Cat, angrily wailed and cried.

With the crying of the Foolish Son and the crowing of Brother Dao echoing together, the call drifted into unknown space, continuously floating, landing in a forest.

Walking through the forest, Wen Yan raised his head, a faint, intermittent, blurry sound emerged by his ear.

Like the sound of a rooster crowing, was someone wailing?

He immediately understood, it was Brother Dao guiding him.

His sense of direction in his heart suddenly became much clearer.

He looked back, behind him the dark curtain was still chasing, and had become very manic, like a tide growing bigger, surging towards him.

He had to shake these things off, otherwise, constantly wandering through these patches of puzzle pieces would never end.

He wasn’t tired, he could endure a day or two, but the Er Jingong he was carrying was clearly starting to tire, his throat was becoming hoarse.