mesbooks Chapter 2095 Shock! This is a demonic monk!
Chapter 2095 Shock! This is a demonic monk!
The courtyard was filled with a desolate atmosphere. Everyone's attention was drawn to the little monk, and naturally no one noticed Li Xiangnan's composure.
Song Ziming, Wang Defa, Yang Weidong, and others were all tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
It should be noted that they were not unprepared beforehand.
To ensure everything went smoothly and prevent the young master and the mysterious gentleman from causing trouble, Li Xiangnan not only invited Du Xingyue to oversee the operation, but also set up a tight security network around the courtyard.
The reliable members of the Song family, the trustworthy brothers in the ward, and the comrades-in-arms that Li Xiangnan and his comrades-in-arms formed in the army were all under the unified command of Squad Leader Hao Jian and Zhou Yuejin. They guarded the front and back gates, the highest points on the roofs of the left and right courtyards, and the weak points in the shadows. They even set up hidden sentries at the entrances of several alleys that were necessary to pass through.
In Hao Jian's words, let alone a living person, even a strange bird would have to leave a trace if it wanted to fly silently into the courtyard of today's wedding banquet.
But now, this little monk has suddenly appeared on the walls and rooftops of the inner courtyard, like a ghost!
What about Hao Jian and the others?
Where are the brothers outside?
Why was there no warning?
Why wasn't anyone stopped?
Why...why wasn't it discovered?!
An indescribable sense of dread, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around everyone's heart.
This not only means that the opponent's methods are terrifyingly sophisticated, but also that their supposedly meticulous defenses may be completely ineffective in the face of the opponent.
Du Xingyue's expression instantly turned extremely solemn, and the veins on his hand gripping his cane bulged.
His cloudy yet sharp eyes were fixed on the little monk on the wall, especially the shocking string of bone beads in his hand.
With his experience and knowledge, he could naturally tell that it was no ordinary prop, but a real human bone!
The extreme contrast between the innocent and naive appearance of a child and the bloody and cruel core behind it creates a chilling psychological impact and sinister implications.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, knowing that the most troublesome character today was probably not Shangguan Wuji, but the power represented by this little monk!
On Ji Qingyue's usually cold face, a noticeable emotional fluctuation appeared for the first time.
This was not fear, but a solemn atmosphere mixed with disgust, scrutiny, and high vigilance.
She didn't move, but the two young women following her had already quietly taken half a step forward, subtly protecting her behind them, their eyes locked onto the little monk on the wall like lightning.
The Ji family has a deep foundation, extensive knowledge, and extraordinary methods, but their sinister nature and undisguised malice made her realize the seriousness of the situation.
The warning to Shangguan Wuji and the promise to the Li family were still ringing in my ears. The appearance of this little monk was simply the most direct and arrogant provocation against the authority of the Ji family!
She and her uncle, Song Cijiu, exchanged glances frequently, subtly conveying their thoughts.
Inside the main room, several old men couldn't sit still any longer and almost simultaneously got up and crowded around the window.
"What...what is this?!" Jiang Huaiyuan's voice trembled as he pointed at the small gray figure on the wall. "Where did this demonic monk come from?!"
Yu Haoran gasped, his face turning pale. "Human bone prayer beads... Someone actually dares to do such a thing! This is evil and heretical. This child is definitely not a good person! No, he is not an ordinary child at all; he exudes evil from head to toe!"
Song Qiankun's eyes were sharp as knives. "They really came! Little Buddha's henchmen! They really act without any scruples or laws! They dare to show up in broad daylight, in front of everyone, in such a shocking way!"
Qin Zongheng frowned, staring intently at the seemingly harmless face of the little monk, and said in a deep voice, "This is the real trouble. People like Shangguan Wuji are merely vying for power and profit, and there are still rules to follow! But this boy and the people behind him have acted almost like demons, without any bottom line, and cannot be judged by common sense! Although Qingyue has the Ji family as her backer, she may not be able to deal with this kind of venomous snake hiding in the shadows and using any means necessary immediately!"
"Whoosh..."
Suddenly, a chorus of exclamations erupted in the courtyard.
Just as the courtyard and surrounding area were filled with shock and deathly silence, the little monk on the wall seemed to be getting a little bored of swinging his legs.
With a light leap, his small gray figure, like a weightless feather, floated down from the wall, which was nearly two people high.
It landed silently.
Not even a speck of dust was stirred up.
The surrounding guests retreated in shock.
The young monk patted off non-existent dust from his robes, his face still bearing that innocent smile. His big eyes darted around, and he walked straight to the nearest table of food.
Just now, a steaming basket of steaming buns that had been cooked in the backyard of the Hao family next door was being held by Wu Xiaoyun, who was completely unaware of what was going on. Startled by this sudden scene, she stood there helplessly. When she saw the little monk suddenly fall from the wall, she was so frightened that she quickly put the buns on the table and involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Sister-in-law Yun," Wang Defa quickly pulled Wu Xiaoyun back a step and instructed, "Go to the kitchen to prepare quickly. Don't worry about things here. Be careful!"
Wu Xiaoyun nodded fearfully, quickly ran through the small door into the next room, and slammed the door shut.
The little monk, however, seemed oblivious to all of this. He went to the table, stretched out his slender white hand, and curiously and freely picked up a steaming white bun from the steamer on the table.
He held it to his nose and sniffed it, seemingly quite satisfied, then opened his mouth and took a small bite.
"Squeak... squeak..."
The faint chewing sounds were unusually clear in the quiet courtyard.
But that sound... didn't sound like chewing a soft, fragrant steamed bun at all. Instead, it sounded like something hard being slowly ground and crushed, with a texture that made your teeth ache.
What's even more terrifying is that he ate with satisfaction, and even grinned, revealing his teeth covered with bits of breadcrumbs.
Between his white teeth, everyone could clearly see thin strands of bright red liquid slowly seeping out.
That wasn't filling from the steamed bun; it was clearly his own gums bleeding!
Fresh blood stained the white crumbs of steamed bun, the red and white contrasting sharply, a shocking sight.
"Gudong..."
Someone swallowed hard.
The young monk seemed oblivious, as if he felt no pain, or as if the bleeding was a perfectly normal occurrence on his body.
As he slowly ground the steamed bun with his bleeding gums, he turned around and walked towards Li Xiangnan in the yard.
He was short, only reaching Li Xiangnan's chest.
But as he walked step by step, his aura, a mixture of childlike innocence and abyssal malevolence, made many adults feel breathless and subconsciously want to back away.
Li Xiangnan stood firmly in place, showing no fear whatsoever.
His gaze met that of the little monk, whose eyes, once clear and bright, now seemed unfathomably deep.
He couldn't see any emotion in those eyes that belonged to a child of that age; there was only an empty darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything.
“Young Master,” Li Xiangnan began, his voice surprisingly calm, “Today is my daughter’s one-month celebration, and many guests have gathered to offer their congratulations! You have come uninvited, and in this manner, what is your intention?”