Sequence Player

   Chapter 510 You are wrong

  As the door closed, the light in the Buddhist temple dimmed a lot.

  Candlelight flickered in the hall, and the hazy light and shadow made the supposedly solemn Buddha statue look a little grim.

  The old monk sat on the futon with his back to the Buddha statue and facing the crowd.

   A strange sense of incongruity kept everyone silent.

  The old monk saw that everyone was silent, and said with a smile: "You don't need to be nervous, here, you can speak out about the difficulties you have encountered without any scruples."

   As soon as these words came out, the husband of the couple sitting on the far right said after hesitating for a moment.

   Similar to what He Feng had learned before, an ordinary working family already had a child, but unfortunately miscarried after his wife's second pregnancy.

   Later, it was discovered that his wife had cancer. They have raised a child, and their life pressure is not small, and their savings for medical treatment are quickly exhausted.

   Just when his wife was desperately waiting to die, someone gave him a black umbrella.

   They could only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so they came to this rainy village.

  The old monk pondered for a moment: "Two benefactors, the old man can indeed try to heal, but there will be certain risks."

   "Can the master really cure cancer?" The husband beamed with joy.

   "Generally speaking, it doesn't work. But maybe she can give it a try." The old monk looked at the woman in the couple and saw her pale face. After taking a seat, he covered his stomach with his hands subconsciously. Shaking his head, he said, "You may know it too. It is because of this that you can get the black umbrella. The so-called good and bad luck, maybe this is fate."

   Hearing the master say these words, the expressions of the couple changed. Obviously, they still have something to hide.

  Li Changhe's eagle eyed magic eyes did not have the ability to observe spiritual bodies, but in a trance, he saw a small humanoid figure with a big head flashed across the woman.

   The dark shadow flashed by, if it wasn't for the eyes that just happened to stay on her, I'm afraid I wouldn't even notice it.

   This is not an illusion, He Feng, who was sitting on the woman's side, also saw that scene. And the masked woman suddenly made a backward movement. In order not to reveal any flaws, Li Changhe also showed a look of fear.

  The old monk was unmoved. He should have seen the state of the woman, but he didn't break it.

   He looked at He Feng.

   There was nothing wrong with He Feng's disguise. After hesitating for a while, a low voice sounded.

   He was originally a high school student from a poor family and was bullied.

   Plus those cuts on the box’s face, which makes for even more believability.

   In a so-called 'lesson', he was sent to the ward.

   With only a few months before the college entrance examination, being labeled like this will inevitably affect his college entrance examination.

   This made him very desperate from a poor family, at that time. Someone sent a black umbrella, saying it would change his life.

   This is actually the experience of a certain black umbrella owner. When Li Changhe was observing in the magic mirror, he wrote down one of them.

  The owner of the black umbrella was also bullied, and then was given a black umbrella.

   Then when he was shown by the magic mirror, he had changed his face, and those who had bullied him disappeared for no apparent reason.

  The old monk did not show any doubts, but put his hands together with compassion on his face: "Amitabha, you will get what you want."

   seems to be over.

   Then, the old monk looked at the masked woman.

   This woman is very mysterious, and she hasn't said a word since last night.

   Whether it is Li Changhe and others in the same car, or Lin Hu in the village. She didn't even respond.

   Seeing that the woman never spoke, the old monk looked at He Feng and others and said, "You go first, Lin Hu should be waiting for you outside."

   "Thank you, Master." The three responded and left the Buddhist temple.

   "Looks like, I'm going to get in touch first. What secrets are they hiding? Maybe they can talk about it." In [Friends], He Feng contacted Li Changhe.

   "Don't act rashly. If you find Luo Qiao, give me a place." Li Changhe responded.

   In this small village, Li Changhe, an archer, can attack almost any position.

   "Of course, but I might have killed her before you attacked." He Feng responded, leaning on crutches and leaving the Buddhist temple with the couple.

   When all three left, the master looked at the woman: "Donor, there is no need to hide. Here, no one can hurt you."

   He sensed the woman's desire not to be known by outsiders, so he put aside He Feng and other people who had already spoken.

   And that woman glanced at Li Changhe, or at the streak on his neck, as if she had found some kind of identity.

   She nodded and spoke slowly, but her voice was very harsh. Like a badly damaged disk.

   At the same time as she opened her mouth, a gloomy aura appeared in the Buddhist temple.

The candles in the    Buddha Hall also began to flicker.

"There is a girl whose dream is to become a singer. Her talent is very good, and she is top-notch in terms of voice, body and appearance. She also works very hard." Speaking of this, she paused: "And masters, humans are often You will be jealous of people who are better than you."

  The old monk nodded slowly.

  Li Changhe moved in his heart, listening to what she said, plus her voice. Could it be that she is the girl she said, and her voice became like this after being persecuted?

   "But what's the situation?" Li Changhe lowered his eyes and looked at the tea set in front of him. In the teacup, the surface of the water did not know when there were subtle waves.

The woman continued to say in her unpleasant voice: "The incident also happened because of this. After the girl won the first prize at the municipal level, those who were jealous of her to the extreme made a crazy decision. They wanted to ruin her sweet voice. So, at the party, they poured those drugs into her drink. To rule out suspicion, some of them also drank that drink. It’s just not much measurement.”

"After that, the girl's voice was completely ruined. The once sweet singing turned into a desperate roar. Finally, she was found cutting her wrists in her own bathroom." The woman's story is not over, and there is some kind of fear in her voice: "But after that, the women who were jealous of her seemed to be cursed. The voice was destroyed, and every time she made a voice, she came back!"

   "Master, save me! Please, save me!" It had only been five minutes since the woman opened her mouth, but most of the candles in the Buddhist temple were extinguished by some force.

  It turned out that she was not the poor girl who was envied and persecuted by others. She is one of those abusers!

   "The old man said it." The old monk didn't care whether the woman was the perpetrator. He slowly stood up with compassion on his face, picked up the six-ringed staff, and prepared for battle.

   He felt that something had come here. It seems that Amamura's isolation ability cannot stop Specter's revenge.

   But when he is here, he will never let Li Gui succeed.

   "Here, no one can hurt you."

   However, before he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out.

'boom! ’

   The head of the masked woman was pierced by a bullet. Like overripe persimmons falling from the treetops, the gushing blood sank to the ground.

  The old monk was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the woman's body fell to the ground, he slowly looked at Li Changhe.

   And Li Changhe was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, his left hand resting on his chin, but a Lee Enfield rifle appeared in his right hand, with gunpowder smoke rising from the muzzle.

   He put the muzzle of the gun directly on the face of the masked woman and killed her with one shot.

   "Thank you. You guys." A strange female voice came from her ear, her voice soft and sweet.

  Li Changhe didn't respond, but looked at the old monk with a flat tone.

   "Obviously, you're wrong."

   (end of this chapter)