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Chapter 559 - 235: You Said It Wrong

Chapter 559: Chapter 235: You Said It Wrong

As the door closed, the light in the Buddha hall dimmed considerably.

The candlelight flickered inside the chamber, and the hazy shadows made the otherwise solemn Buddha statue seem somewhat menacing.

The old monk sat on a cushion with his back to the Buddha statue, facing the others.

A certain eerie sense of disharmony prevented anyone from speaking up.

Seeing everyone silent, the old monk laughed and said, "There’s no need to be nervous. Here, you can speak freely about the difficulties you’ve encountered."

Upon hearing this, the husband of the couple seated on the far right hesitated for a moment and then began to speak.

It was similar to what He Feng had previously learned. They were an ordinary working-class family with one child already, and the wife suffered a miscarriage during her second pregnancy.

It was later discovered that the wife had cancer. Since they were already raising a child, they were under significant financial pressure, and their savings were quickly depleted for medical treatment.

Just as the wife fell into despair, someone sent them the black umbrella.

With no other options, they came to Rain Village.

The old monk pondered for a moment before saying, "You two, I can indeed attempt a cure, but there will be certain risks."

"Master, can you really cure cancer?" the husband asked hopefully.

"Generally, I cannot. However... she might be able to try." The old monk looked at the wife, whose face was pale and whose hands subconsciously covered her stomach after sitting down. Shaking his head, he said, "You probably know. It’s because of this that you were able to get the black umbrella. Blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand; this might just be fate."

Upon hearing the master’s words, the couple’s expressions shifted. Clearly, they were still concealing something.

Li Changhe’s Hawk Eye Magic Eye couldn’t detect spirit bodies, but he vaguely saw a small, human-shaped black shadow with a large head flash across the woman’s body.

The black shadow vanished in an instant; if it weren’t for the fact that their gazes were all fixed on her, they might not have noticed it at all.

This was not an illusion. He Feng, who was sitting next to the woman, also saw the scene, while the masked woman suddenly leaned back. Li Changhe feigned a frightened expression to avoid exposing any flaws.

The old monk, however, remained unmoved. He must have noticed the woman’s condition but chose not to reveal it.

He then looked at He Feng.

He Feng’s disguise was not a problem. After hesitating for a while, he spoke up in a low voice.

He used to be a high school student from an impoverished family and had been bullied.

Combined with the wounds on his face, this made his story even more plausible.

During one such so-called ’lesson,’ he was beaten and hospitalized.

With only a few months left before the college entrance examination and having suffered such an assault, it was bound to affect his performance.

This plunged the already poverty-stricken teenager into further despair. It was at that time that someone sent him the black umbrella, claiming it would change his life.

This was actually the experience of one of the black umbrella owners. Li Changhe had noted him down while observing the Magic Mirror.

That black umbrella owner had also been bullied and then gifted the black umbrella by someone.

By the time he was shown in the Magic Mirror, he had completely changed his appearance, and those who had bullied him had mysteriously disappeared.

The old monk did not show any suspicion, but instead displayed compassion and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, you will get what you desire."

It seemed they had passed the test.

Next, the old monk looked at the masked woman.

The woman was very mysterious; from last night until now, she had not spoken a word.

Neither Li Changhe and his companions in the same carriage nor Lin Hu in the village had ever received a response from her.

Seeing the woman remain silent, the old monk looked at He Feng and the others and said, "You may go first; Lin Hu should be waiting outside for you."

"Thank you, Master." The three of them responded and left the Buddhist hall.

"It seems that I need to get in touch with them first to see what kind of secrets they are hiding. Who knows, I might even be able to get some information." In the [Friends] group, He Feng contacted Li Changhe.

"Don’t act recklessly. If you find Luo Qiao, send me the location." Li Changhe replied.

As an archer, Li Changhe could strike at any position in this small village.

"Of course, but before you can attack, I might have already taken her down." He Feng replied, then left the Buddhist hall with the couple, leaning on his cane.

...

When the three of them had left, the master then turned to the woman: "My lady, there is no need to hide. Here, no one can harm you."

He sensed the woman’s wish to hide her secret from outsiders, so he sent away those who had already spoken, like He Feng.

That woman took a look at Li Changhe, or rather, at the mark on his neck, as if finding some kind of identification.

She nodded her head slowly, then started to speak, but her voice was very harsh. It sounded like a severely damaged disk.

As she began speaking, a cold atmosphere emerged in the Buddhist hall.

The candlelight inside the hall started to flicker.

"There was a girl who dreamed of becoming a singer. She was extremely talented: her voice, figure, and appearance were all top-notch. She also worked very hard." She paused before continuing, "Master, people often get jealous of those who are better than themselves."

The old monk nodded slowly.

Li Changhe’s heart stirred. According to her description and her voice, could she be the girl she was talking about? Did her voice become like this because she was persecuted?

"But... what is this situation?" Li Changhe lowered his gaze to the tea on the table. The surface of the tea in the cup had started to ripple slightly without anyone noticing.

The woman continued with her harsh voice, "This is how the incident happened. After the girl won the first prize in the city-level competition, those who were extremely jealous of her made a crazy decision. They got their hands on Banxia and Dropping Water Guanyin, and their intention was to destroy her sweet voice. So, at a party, they drugged her drink... To avoid suspicion, some of them drank it too, but in smaller doses."

"After that, the girl’s voice was completely ruined. Her sweet singing turned into a desperate scream. In the end, she was found having slit her wrists in her own bathroom." The woman’s story wasn’t over yet; there was fear in her voice, "But afterwards, those women who were jealous of her, seemed to be cursed as well. Their voices were ruined, and every time they spoke, she... would come back!"

"Master, save me! Please, save me!" Only five minutes had passed since the woman started speaking, but almost all of the candlelight in the Buddhist hall had been extinguished by some force.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the pitiful girl who had been envied and persecuted. She... was one of the perpetrators!

"As I told you before." The old monk, seemingly not caring whether the woman was a perpetrator or not, showed a compassionate expression as he slowly stood up and picked up his Six-Ring Cane, readying himself for battle.

He could sense something had already arrived. It seemed the isolation capacity of Rain Village couldn’t stop the vengeful spirit.

But as long as he was here, he wouldn’t let the vengeful spirit succeed.

"In here, no one can hurt you..."

However, before he could finish his words, the sound of a gunshot rang out.

’Bang!’

The masked woman’s head was pierced by a bullet. Like a ripe persimmon falling from a tree, the gushing blood stained the ground.

The old monk was taken aback and saw the woman’s body collapse heavily onto the ground. He then slowly turned his gaze to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe was still sitting on the cushion, with his left hand supporting his chin, while a Lee-Enfield rifle had appeared in his right hand, with faint smoke lingering around the muzzle.

He pressed the muzzle directly against the masked woman’s face and killed her with a single shot.

"Thank... thank... you." An unfamiliar, gentle, and sweet female voice was heard in their ears.

Li Changhe didn’t respond but looked at the old monk with a calm tone.

"Clearly, you were mistaken."

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