"Creak, creak." The Donkey Cart's wheels kept turning, its axle letting out a piercing, grating squeal.
"Gouwa, drip some sesame oil on the wheels."
Lying on the Donkey Cart, Li Huowang spoke with difficulty. Bai Lingmiao had just stitched his neck shut with an embroidery needle and applied Trauma Medicine, so he could not sit up yet.
Before long, the creaking weakened considerably. Li Huowang stared blankly at the sky, thinking about what had happened a few nights ago.
The trouble at Zhengde Temple had been resolved, but the trouble on his own body had only just begun.
From his point of view, it had been the immortal Danyangzi who killed those Buddhas.
But from everyone else's point of view, it had been him, his face twisted into a savage, terrifying expression, pouncing forward, burrowing into the Buddhas' bodies, and devouring them alive.
One world could not possibly have two perspectives. One of what he saw and what they saw had to be false.
Li Huowang turned his head and looked to the side. Bai Lingmiao, whose eyes were wrapped in strips of cloth, was gripping his hand tightly, unwilling to loosen her grasp for even a moment.
His gaze withdrew, and Li Huowang looked once more at the white clouds overhead, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
To be honest, because of his illness, even Li Huowang no longer believed himself.
Coupled with his swollen belly and blood-covered face, everything pointed to one thing: he had truly been the one who acted, not Danyangzi.
Had Danyangzi really died? Was everything merely something I imagined?
The instant that thought surfaced, Li Huowang swiftly rejected it.
My episodes alone could never have dealt with those enormous Buddhas so easily. When all is said and done, it was still Danyangzi.
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