Was there something seriously wrong with this guy?
Lin Qiye looked at Cao Yuan with a strange expression.
He had always been willing to judge others by the worst possible motives. Someone suddenly coming up to curry favor with him for no reason—it was hard not to overthink it.
"I don't understand." Lin Qiye shook his head. "Is it just because I can restrain you when you're in that berserk state?"
"You can also help cleanse me of my sins and bring my merits to fulfillment." Cao Yuan pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation.
Lin Qiye frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Cao Yuan's expression darkened, and a flash of sorrow passed through his eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke:
"I bear the lives of 333 innocent people who died miserable deaths. My bloody aura soars to the heavens, and my sins are as vast as the sea... Only you can help me dissolve these sins and spare me the punishment of being burned by karmic fire."
"You killed 333 people?" Baili Pangpang's eyes widened. "Were you... a bandit before?"
"...No."
"Then what did you do?"
Cao Yuan kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, lowering his head in silence.
Lin Qiye slowly said, "Sorry, I don't have the ability to cleanse people's sins. You should go find a monk."
"I did." Cao Yuan stared into Lin Qiye's eyes. "I recited sutras and worshipped Buddha at Mount Jiuhua, cultivating in quiet seclusion for seven years, yet the bloody aura around me never faded in the slightest... Grandmaster Golden Cicada said that only one person could help cleanse me of my sins and bring my merits to fulfillment."
"Did he give you my ID number?" Lin Qiye asked oddly.