This slightly familiar voice sounded like thunder from my ears.
No, not like.
Chi Yuxian trembled all over, startled by the sudden thunder, and subconsciously turned his head to look out the window.
Then several thunders sounded one after another, and dazzling lightning intermittently illuminated the dark Buddhist hall.
At the same time, it also illuminated Han Wenbin who suddenly appeared next to the Buddha statue.
The pale lightning shone on the clay statue, and the gentle facial features seemed to be oozing with chills at this moment.
When Lu Xiaofeng heard the noise, she turned around suddenly and coincided with a bolt of lightning. She clearly saw the hatred and grief on Han Wenbin's face.
Chi Yuxian, who was standing next to him, had already put his left hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and the lazy feeling in his body disappeared instantly.
Like a sharp knife suddenly unsheathed, an icy aura swept across the small Buddhist hall.
Lu Xiaofeng and Han Wenbin both noticed this change, but neither spoke, as if nothing happened.
"You mean, this Buddha statue is Mrs. Li?" Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly and focused on the Buddha statue again.
Han Wenbin's eyebrows sank, and his tone was a bit dissatisfied: "It's Siyu, not Mrs. Li."
At this moment, he felt disgusted by the name "Mrs. Li", which showed how dissatisfied he was with Li Yilin.
Han Wenbin slowly stepped forward and glanced at the Buddha statue standing in front of him with nostalgia. He raised his hand and gently brushed it across the muddy surface.
There was a loud "wow" sound, and it started pouring rain outside, and soon the air was filled with moisture.
Chi Yuxian moved a few steps inside, a little further away from the door.
Amid the sound of rain, Han Wenbin slowly spoke: "Two months ago, I just came back from the Northland and heard the news of Si Yu's death."
He smiled sadly and continued: "It rained so heavily that day, and there were already many hillside landslides on the way here."
Han Wenbin's gaze became long, as if he was looking through the memories of that day in his mind.
It rained heavily, and it was precisely because of the heavy rain that a short section of the road leading to Hiyue Villa was washed away. He had no choice but to find another path that was rarely used by people, but he happened to reach the grave of his little junior sister.
He came to Hiyue Villa this time to pay homage to his junior sister, but unexpectedly he found the burial place of his junior sister by accident.
Li Yilin and his junior sister were husband and wife, so it was normal for the cemetery to be chosen close to Hiyue Villa. But it happened to rain heavily that day, and not only the road collapsed, but also the tomb of the junior sister.
Lightning flashed continuously, illuminating the small patch of mud particularly clearly.
A dark coffin just stood there. Perhaps because it was already late at night, no one in the Hidden Moon Villa noticed this.
The coffin was unearthed by rainwater, and was beaten by rainwater for a long time. The trees here are very dense, and there were a lot of animal activities during this period.
The coffin was damaged by some unknown animal. There was a big hole in it, and rainwater poured into the coffin.
Han Wenbin felt very uncomfortable when he saw this, and wanted to help his junior sister clean up first.
But he didn't expect that there was no body in the coffin.
"The body disappeared?"
Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised when she heard this. Now looking at the Buddha statue in front of her that looked like Lin Siyu, a chill ran through her body.
From his expression, Han Wenbin could guess that he had understood something, so he sneered.
"Li Yilin did not collect the bones of the junior sister at all, and even concealed the cause of death."
Han Wenbin expressed his anger, and his chest rose and fell with great amplitude. It looked like he was extremely angry.
"Siyu didn't die of illness at all."
He said this with gritted teeth, wishing to tear away the skin and bones of Li Yilin, who was currently staying out of the matter.
From Han Wenbin's words, we learned that Li Yilin was indeed sincere to Lin Siyu at the beginning, but as time went by, this love gradually faded, and he even fell in love with someone else.
The object of his affection was the maid serving Lin Siyu. After the two fell in love, they always disliked Lin Siyu.
In the end, he even poisoned the medicine that the other party used every day. Less than half a year later, Lin Siyu died of the poison.
The poison administered by the maid was somewhat obvious. Lin Siyu's lips were black after her death, which did not look like a normal death.
But now that the matter is over, in order to prevent the people of Jingyue Hall from discovering the abnormality of the body, Li Yilin actually made Lin Siyu's body into a clay statue.
But there was no one in the coffin.
At first, Li Yilin thought the statue of Lin Siyu was a bit scary, but it wasn't until someone comforted him that he missed his late wife that he built a temple for the statue.
Pretending that even he himself could hardly tell the truth, he thought he was an infatuated person in front of him, and secretly sighed in his heart: If Lin Siyu knew that he was praying for her, wouldn't he be very touched?
He almost deceived himself. Not only was he deceiving himself, but he was also proud of it. If Han Wenbin hadn't been deeply in love with Lin Siyu and insisted on finding out the matter, I'm afraid in the eyes of outsiders, he would still be the deeply affectionate owner of Biyue Village.
After hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng sighed and suddenly didn't know what to say.
The loving scenes of Mr. and Mrs. Li kept flashing back in his mind, interspersed with Han Wenbin's description of his junior sister from time to time.
Chi Xianyu was not as complicated as Lu Xiaofeng. After all, these three people were almost strangers to him, not his friends.
Therefore, he walked out quickly after listening. He even asked Han Wenbin, who was already in tears, very calmly: "In this case, what are you going to do?"
Han Wenbin is a martial artist, and his first reaction after hearing his inquiry was to kill someone to pay for it.
But then I thought about it, wouldn't killing Li Yilin be an advantage to him? How could this compare to the pain of my little junior sister?
As if seeing the struggle in his eyes, Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Reporting to the official?"
These two people are his friends, so he feels a little complicated, but he will never shield Li Yilin for this.
He just felt that the gentle Lin Siyu in his memory was a little pitiful.
If she hadn't married Li Yilin, she might have continued to be her junior sister at Jingyue Hall and become a chivalrous woman traveling around the world in the future, or she might have been with Han Wenbin.
But it's too late to say this now, the man has passed away.
Chi Yuxian didn't pay much attention to what happened next. He couldn't help but froze while listening to the sound of rain outside.
When Lu Xiaofeng's voice called him back to reality, he realized that the other two people had already discussed a countermeasure.
It was getting late, and the rain outside was not letting up. It fell on the eaves and made a violent crackling sound.
Han Wenbin raised his hand and touched Lin Siyu's statue, then jumped out of the window and walked straight into the rain.
The autumn rain was cold, but it could not wash away the coldness on his body and heart.
"Hey, things in the world are unpredictable." Lu Xiaofeng twitched the corner of his mouth, but at this time he was also a little silent.
Chi Yuxian came back to his senses, shook the umbrella he had been holding in his hand, and said softly: "Let's go."
His voice was cold and there was no emotion. Even though he had just heard about Lin Siyu, he still looked calm.
Lu Xiaofeng nodded slightly and walked out side by side with him.
The raindrops were heavy, but fortunately Chiyuxian brought an umbrella with him.
It's just that his umbrella isn't that big, so it would be a bit crowded for two grown men to hold it up.
But he did not leave Lu Xiaofeng alone, so he reluctantly allowed the other party to come closer to him under his umbrella.
The raindrops hit the umbrella, then fell to the ground along the arc, and exploded on the ground with a "pop".
The space under the umbrella was very small. Chi Yuxian didn't know whether to tilt the umbrella towards Lu Xiaofeng politely or to look out for himself.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng made the choice first. He was slightly shorter than Lu Xiaofeng, so Lu Xiaofeng took the umbrella from his hand.
The other party naturally tilted the umbrella towards him, and while walking back, he asked nonchalantly: "Brother Chi has been carrying an umbrella with him, and it just came in handy tonight."
Chi Yuxian was already prepared for the other party to ask him why he always brought an umbrella, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't say anything.
In this case, he just pretended that nothing happened.
When two people are close together, they can observe things that they cannot normally observe more than usual.
For example, Chi Yuxian is very white, the kind of pale that does not see the sun; another example is that he has excellent skin and a tough appearance, which makes people feel that he is a little cold and aggressive at a glance.
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but be curious about who the martial arts prodigy in front of him was. He always felt that he was outside the world, as if he could disappear at any time.
Although the other party never mentioned his own affairs, he could clearly feel the passive and withdrawn feeling in the other party.
He should really introduce the other party to Huamanlou, maybe he wouldn't be so... gloomy.
Lu Xiaofeng thought this, and the more she thought about it, the more she thought it was a good idea.
But before he could speak, Chi Yuxian, who had long noticed his unconcealed gaze, turned his head slightly and looked at him: "Is there something on my face?"
"No."
Lu Xiaofeng chuckled and did not answer.
"Forget it if you don't tell me." Chi Yuxian turned his head and looked at the road. His clothes were wet by the wind-blown rain, and some messy long hair clung to his pale face.
Like a slimy, sinuous little snake.
There was a lot of rain on the road, and the hems of both people's clothes were soaked. They clung to their legs and were blown by the night wind, making them shiver with cold.
Fortunately for Lu Xiaofeng, he had internal strength, but Chi Yuxian was so cold that he kept shivering.
Fortunately, the way back was not that long, and they went back quickly.
The night wind was howling, and accompanied by the crackling rain, some voices were difficult to hear after they were spoken.
So much so that Chi Yu didn't hear Lu Xiaofeng's voice when he stood in the corridor and closed his umbrella, then turned around and raised his hand to open the door.
"Huh? What did you say?"
He turned back and looked at Lu Xiaofeng standing behind him.
Lu Xiaofeng: "I've been out for so long, it's time to go back and see Huamanlou."
"Brother Chi, do you want to come together?"
He said this.
