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Chapter 077: Supernatural Growth (Part Three)
Li Gui knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. The person he was now was like a different individual compared to when he had chased us. One was a frail man with a soft heart, while the other was a terrifying and deadly Evil Sorcerer, skilled in the Evil Arts.
Qin Ye stood relaxed and nonchalant, looking down at the kneeling Li Gui with disdain.
I stopped my assault, my eyes still stinging.
Qin Ye approached me and gestured in front of my eyes, as if applying something to my eyelids. After a cool sensation, a burning heat followed, but soon the pain in my eyes began to ease. However, I soon felt an inexplicable strange sensation coursing through my body, rising at the moment Li Gui had injured my eyes, wandering among millions of nerve cells. I couldn't identify it just yet.
"Ma Qi, don't worry. It's just temporary blindness; that ability will return along with your vision shortly." Was that ability his Demon Eyes? I didn't ask further and instead watched how Qin Ye would handle Li Gui.
Qin Ye scolded Li Gui harshly: "Li Gui, bring out the antidote. And since you’ve shown some filial piety, take care of your mother's corpse. Once Qi's eye injury heals, I'll help her move on to ensure she reincarnates as a creature capable of bearing many offspring."
Li Gui silently handed a vial to Fat Yi and then hugged the white bones he had discarded on the ground. Ashamed, he lowered his head and retreated to the side. I figured he wouldn't dare act recklessly again since I would be responsible for his mother's proper send-off.
It was because his wicked heart made him an Evil Sorcerer that he couldn't perform the rite for his mother himself; if he did, not only would she fail to reincarnate, but she would also suffer even more.
Fat Yi curiously approached the coffin. Just one glance made him exclaim in horror and run away as fast as he could.
The monster inside the coffin was Li Gui's mother. I couldn't imagine how many innocent lives he had harmed to create such a grotesque form. If it weren't for the fact that these matters couldn't be made public, I would have loved to drag him to the station and demand justice for those he had killed; his worthless life wouldn't even begin to compensate for their losses. The only fitting punishment would be one worse than death.
"Causality retribution; you understand," Qin Ye said, seeing through my thoughts. Although I couldn't see his expression, I imagined it must have been quite satisfying. I nodded in agreement as he softly asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I want to see what's in the coffin."
"Brother Qi, you really don't want to see it—uh... just a pile of rotten flesh. I don't know what did it; it smells terrible and is beyond recognition." The fat man looked disgusted, like a startled cat, fleeing from the coffin.
I didn't look either but caught a whiff of decay and knew better than to approach it. They hadn't seen what Li Gui had created; if Fat Yi did see it, he might very well lose control of himself in fear. Unfortunately for Li Gui, his carefully crafted creation couldn't withstand even a single bone from his mother; it shattered his Evil Arts spell, leaving the monster puppet in this pitiful state.
As we discussed the monster, we turned around only to find that Li Gui had vanished.
Qin Ye searched everywhere but found nothing, his furrowed brow and heavy heart making it clear that we needed to leave this place quickly.
I couldn't shake the feeling that once Li Gui's business was settled, he truly was cunning, having deceived my grandfather and indirectly fooled Qin Ye as well. He pretended to be remorseful, even squeezing out some tears.
However, I heard that Qin Ye and Li Gui wouldn't come out to harm anyone for now; he had to cling to his mother's bones and hide. As for what he intended to do, that was his business, but we couldn't let our guard down; we needed to find him.
But with my eye injury and Yin Yin's situation, dealing with Li Gui would have to wait. On the way home, the pain in my eye became unbearable, but thankfully Li Gui had some medicine that eased it a bit when applied.
Qin Ye also didn't know how to retrieve Yin Yin's Skull. It was imperative that her affairs were settled by the date I had chosen, which was three days before Ghost Month.
The reason for choosing three days before Ghost Month was due to the long-held belief of avoiding funerals in July.
Qin Ye took full responsibility for Yin Yin's matters. The Skull was placed back in the coffin, and her body was sent intact to the crematorium. That whole Yin Marriage affair ended without incident; the fat man thought he had struck a great deal but ended up collecting money without accomplishing anything, which was quite unscrupulous. Later on, because of this incident, he nearly met his end.
To be honest, I still preferred Madman Qinyao. He was eccentric, always laughing and carefree, with a disheveled appearance and a love for mischief.
The more composed Qin Ye spoke little, as if the world owed him something. He wore a deeply troubled expression that made me want to ask him several times: why didn't he become a special forces soldier? I actually thought he would do well as an actor, playing the role of a madman convincingly. Besides, those actors seemed to earn more than scientists who built planes and cannons.
Then when I brought up the topic of apprenticeship, he made an excuse about having urgent matters and left.
He was gone for quite a while; I didn't know if he was sleeping under a bridge or making do under a tree or in some bushes for the night, or perhaps sneaking back to the Mental Hospital to rest.
The fat man had nothing good to say; he claimed Qin Ye was off chasing women.
Seeing Qin Ye like this made me think there might be some truth to it.
As for Yin Yin's family matters, I still needed to ask him for guidance occasionally. He would sometimes appear unexpectedly at the Funeral Home to play chess with me or discuss utterly unproductive topics—mostly about my grandfather, Lao Luo, and his master’s trivial matters.
My eye condition fluctuated; even when playing chess with the fat man and Qin Ye, I felt like they were taking advantage of me as I lost repeatedly. During my downtime, I secretly asked Qin Ye if he had snuck out of the Mental Hospital one night to visit the Cemetery.
He said to me, "Is there a beautiful girl at the Cemetery, or something particularly attractive? Otherwise, why would I go there?"
"No," I replied, speechless. Qin Ye had shed his madman disguise and had become deep and inscrutable again. However, if Qin Ye were a few years younger, he would definitely be the type that beauties liked. Just tidying himself up a bit made him look radiant.
When my eyes were good, I looked at him face to face. His pure and fair complexion revealed a sharply defined, coldly handsome face, with thick eyebrows rebelliously arching slightly upward, a shiny bald head, and dark, deep ice-blue eyes that appeared wild and untamed, exuding an alluring charm.
Why was Qin Ye pretending to be mad? This was a question I had always been curious about, but every time I asked him about it, he would divert the topic with vague responses.
When Qin Ye wasn't around, Fatty quietly asked me, "Why does Qin Ye pretend to be mad?"
I replied, "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
Later, Fatty and I went to Yin Yin's house. Black gauze funeral wreaths, paper toys, clothes, and the bag that Yin Yin used were all laid out on the table.
Yin Yin's family looked worried and sighed heavily.
"Uncle, what's going on?"
"The High Monk won't allow Yin Yin to be buried in the garden."
I asked curiously, "Why not?"
Yin Yin's dad was crying mournfully and kept pulling at his hair; this was a sign of his extreme anxiety. He said, "The Ten-Mile Temple's High Monk believes that Yin Yin died unwillingly; she still has grievances and is afraid it will affect the peace of other souls."
I also knew that Yin Yin had strong grievances, which was why her family recited scriptures to resolve them. If that didn't work either, they would really have no choice but to bury her in the back mountain of the old temple; only that place could purify her resentment.
"I won't let it be; I'll go talk to him." In truth, I wasn't familiar with the situation at Ten-Mile Temple. It was just that in our area, any child who died young was buried in the garden behind Ten-Mile Temple.
I had been to Ten-Mile Temple with my grandfather. The temple had spirit energy, and the old monk there was an enlightened monk. Even when I went with him, I couldn't look directly at the old monk; I had to kneel before standing aside to listen to my grandfather talk with him before leaving.
When leaving, one must not look back. If Grandfather turns to look, it is a sign of disrespect towards the Old Monk.
The children buried in the garden behind the temple are those who died young. Every Monday, the Old Monk recites scriptures and chants to guide these departed souls. I once heard the Old Monk tell Grandfather that these children did not truly come to this world; they were merely here for a brief visit before departing.
The Old Monk has his quirks; he refuses to meet those he dislikes.
He does not see those with insincere hearts.
He does not see those with malicious intent.
And he does not see women.
For decades, the Old Monk has never descended from the mountain. I am eager to learn more about him, but Grandfather has never mentioned anything in front of me. If it weren't for Yin Yin's situation, I might have forgotten all about the Old Monk.
Unfortunately, Qin Ye is not around. If he were here, we could have sought out the Old Monk together, perhaps allowing Yin Yin to visit the garden behind Ten-Mile Temple.
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