met free Chapter 2094 The Young Monk and the Boy Who Passed on the Mandate
Chapter 2094 The Young Monk and the Boy Who Passed on the Mandate
When that clear child's voice rang out, many people's first reaction was that they were hallucinating.
After all, just a moment ago they were still immersed in the powerful sense of protection brought by Ji Qingyue and the relaxed feeling brought by Shangguan Wuji's miserable exit. This innocent "It's so fun!" was completely out of place with the heavy and solemn atmosphere of the entire courtyard, and seemed extremely abrupt, even absurd.
However, when everyone's gaze focused on the west wall following the sound, a chill more intense than ever before gripped everyone's heart instantly.
On the wall, a little monk had quietly taken up a seat.
He was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a faded gray monk's robe with many patches, his ankles bare, with some wall dust still on them. He was swinging his legs, looking extremely happy and carefree.
He had rosy lips and white teeth, and his face was excessively handsome. His shaved head looked like a freshly peeled egg in the sunlight.
A pair of large, round eyes, clear and bright, were now looking down at the people in the courtyard with a childlike, innocent smile and curiosity!
If it weren't for the string of prayer beads he was playing with, anyone would have thought he was a naive young novice monk who had wandered off from some temple.
But that string of prayer beads...
Guests who were close enough could see that it was not made of wood or stone, nor was it the most common Bodhi or Vajra beads. Each bead was an unsettling, dark white color, slightly different in size, with fine cavities and textures on the surface, characteristic of bones, and tiny protrusions at the top, resembling knuckles.
Human finger bones!
That thing, meticulously polished and drilled, strung together with sturdy thin rope, was slowly twisted between his pale fingers, producing a soft yet teeth-grinding clicking sound—
It's a human finger bone!
Sunlight shone on the string of bone beads, reflecting a ghastly white light, creating a bizarre contrast between hell and earth, contrasting sharply with the innocent smile on his face.
"hiss--"
A series of gasps, more synchronized and more startling than ever before, echoed throughout the courtyard.
Many women even instinctively covered their mouths, while the men stared wide-eyed, a chill running down their spines.
"It's him! Cheng Kui mentioned him... the messenger boy next to the Little Buddha!"
Song Ziming lowered his voice, his expression filled with disbelief and anger.
He immediately recalled a person that Cheng Kui, the boss of the brothel, had described before.
That eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with rosy lips and white teeth, who seemed harmless, often represented the most insidious and unfathomable will of the young Buddha. He was almost demonic in his wisdom and acted in a whimsical manner.
Shangguan Wuji was terrified. The foot he had stepped out suddenly froze in mid-air, as if it were bound by an invisible ice thread.
He turned around in astonishment, his gaze falling on the gray figure on the wall. The square face that had just regained some color turned deathly pale, even more so than when Ji Qingyue had forced him earlier!
"How...how could this be!?"
His throat tightened, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and a storm raged in his heart.
He had just been forced to throw out the Little Buddha to shift the blame, but how come, no sooner had he finished speaking than the other party's... no, it was their most eerie and terrifying messenger boy who appeared here like a ghost?!
This is no coincidence! Could it be that Little Buddha's men have been nearby all along?
Didn't all my words just now fall into the other party's ears?
The thought of the Little Buddha's vengeful and unpredictable ways made Shangguan Wuji feel a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, and his limbs instantly turned icy cold.
He had only felt humiliated and defeated in front of Ji Qingyue just now, but now he felt a real, deep-seated fear.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't. His feet felt like they were made of lead, and he was rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Because he clearly saw that the little monk's seemingly innocent gaze, which swept across the entire room, lingered on him for a fleeting moment.
That glance was cold and empty, as if looking at a... dead person!
Meanwhile, the representatives of the ten families in the corner, who had just fallen into despair and fear because of the complete collapse of their backer Shangguan Wuji and the strong statement of the Ji family, were eager to find a gap to sneak away with Shangguan Wuji's departure and completely forget this nightmarish experience.
Qian Houjin had even quietly taken a half step back, planning that as soon as Shangguan Wuji and the others left, he would immediately rush to Li Xiangnan's feet to pledge his loyalty and completely sever ties with the Ten Families!
However, the appearance of the young monk was like the cruelest joke, crushing their last bit of hope.
Ye Ruyan's delicate body trembled violently. She stared wide-eyed at the eerie figure on the wall in disbelief, especially at the string of human bone prayer beads that kept magnifying in her eyes and became incredibly clear.
As the actual head of the Ye family in Zhongwujia, she had heard too many terrifying rumors about the Little Buddha and his messenger boy.
In those rumors, this child was often associated with the darkest events such as the massacre of entire families, strange poisons, and mysterious disappearances.
She had initially thought it was just an exaggeration, or a scare tactic spread by the underworld to bolster Little Buddha's influence, but what she saw with her own eyes today...
The prayer beads, the smile, the way they appeared out of nowhere—all the rumors instantly became real and concrete.
A purer, more primal fear—even more intense than the fear she felt when facing Du Xingyue and Ji Qingyue—instantly gripped her heart.
She felt short of breath, her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and even her carefully applied makeup couldn't hide her deathly pale face.
She suddenly regretted her recklessness today. This was not a coup attempt to gain power; she had clearly jumped into the bloodiest battlefield.
Yan Qinghe, that old fox, was completely at a loss for words at this moment.
His legs were so weak that he could only stand by leaning on his nephews and nieces behind him.
He was shrewd and calculating all his life, but he never imagined that he would directly confront such an illogical and inexplicably sinister existence.
If he had known that the little monk would also be here, he would never have gotten involved in this mess.
Chen Wang Lu Han, Zongwangshan Hou Wan Jin Liu Wenyuan and others were so frightened that their souls left their bodies and their bodies trembled like leaves.
Zong Wangshan, this brute, didn't even dare to breathe loudly at this moment. The courage he had shown earlier, fueled by alcohol, had long since vanished, leaving only boundless fear. He kept his head down, wishing he could bury his head in the ground, afraid of being noticed by the person on the wall.
Hou Wanjin was pale, his lips trembling. He wanted to beg for mercy or say something to distance himself from the situation, but he couldn't utter a single complete syllable.
The representatives of the ten families and their sons and nephews had completely lost their aristocratic demeanor. As if their spines had been removed, they huddled in the corner, trembling, staring in terror at the small, seemingly harmless figure on the roof that exuded an abyss-like chill.
Li Xiangnan stared intently at the messenger boy on the wall, his eyes narrowing.
After fishing and fishing, he finally caught the last person.
All of the above were just appetizers; this is the real bombshell.
He glanced at his watch, calculating the time...