Chapter 1193
Yu Yimo was silent for a mont. Finally he nodded and said in a light voice, "have a al."
Up to now, no news is the best news, and he doesn't want to make everyone more stressed because of himself. The only thing he can do is to wait for news quietly.
It's just that he didn't expect the bad news to co so soon.
The next morning, at dawn, Yu Yimo woke up. He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the distance from the balcony, and his heart was always restless.
Since he returned to Jiangzhou city from Castle Peak yesterday, all kinds of things have been lingering in his mind. In his present situation, what's the next step? Now in the eyes of everyone, he is a dead man. What's the point of his sudden appearance? And Yu group, what should he do?
All kinds of questions hovered in his mind, and for a mont he couldn't find the answer.
At this ti, the door was suddenly pushed open. Su Yucheng stepped in and looked around. Finally, when he saw Yu Yimo's figure on the balcony, he hesitated.
Yu Yimo turned his head, saw it was him, and asked, "is there any result?"
Su Yucheng was silent for a mont. He stepped forward and stood beside him. Looking at the distant scenery outside, he said in a soft voice, "well."
Yu Yimo's heart tightens and moves slightly. He doesn't speak, but is waiting for his answer.
After a mont's silence, Su Yucheng said, "the body of Abbot Zhenyuan has been found. One kiloter away from the temple, he was stabbed, while Wu en and other young monks are missing."
These words, like a heavy blow, made Yu Yimo's heart sink. His hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly clenched, and the tendons on his forearm swelled. It seed that he was trying to bear it, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.
For more than a month, if it wasn't for the Abbot's acceptance and their care, he would never have lived to this day. On another level, they, including the whole monastery, were all his saviors.
Now, he didn't have ti to repay them, but he didn't think that because of his own reasons, he brought disaster to them. The abbot died and others disappeared. How could he forgive himself?
A deep sense of annoyance and sha surged into his heart, but at this mont, because of his disabled legs and current situation, he didn't even have the ability to go to Yu Gubei to settle accounts in person!
Su Yu has a preconceived idea. He quickly reaches out his hand and puts it on his shoulder to comfort him. "Lao Yu, things have co to this point. I'm so sad."
For more than a month, in order not to let others find anything, Su Yucheng usually went to see him at night, and few tis. Even so, he could still feel the kindness, tolerance, friendliness and sincerity of the people in the temple.
Knowing the news like this, he felt very uncomfortable, not to ntion the taphor of getting along with them day and night.
Needless to say, he knows that Yu Yimo must be very upset.
The man sitting in the wheelchair with his head slightly lowered seems to be trying to suppress his emotions, but his shoulder still vibrates slightly. After a while, he slowly calms down. When he raises his head, his scarlet eyes are clearly visible.
The man's eyes are brewing complex anger and extre cold. He turns his head and looks straight at Su Yucheng, saying word by word, "Yucheng, help again."
He wanted to find out whether the chaos of war he experienced yesterday and the nightmare of life and death he encountered in the Buddhist temple had anything to do with that woman?
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