Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

When they returned to the temporary accommodations assigned to the nuns, it was completely dark. This instance had not experienced the ravages of industrialization; the sky was so clear and bright, with a bright moon and few stars.

She collapsed by the campfire on the first floor, and her body, which had been sleeping, began to warm up gradually. When the nun saw her sitting on the ground so casually, she started gossiping again.

Goodnight, Evelyn.

Sera carried the grapes Su Mian had given her upstairs, while several nuns peered out the window, their voices trembling with excitement.

"Hey! Look, the saint and the priest are standing by the river!"

"Are they praying? That's so dedicated."

It could also be that they're on a date.

Su Mian chuckled at her own thoughts, her gaze passing over the nun's shoulder and looking toward the riverbank shaded by camphor trees.

The priest was tall and imposing, completely obscuring the petite saintess; at first glance, they seemed quite well-matched.

Unexpectedly, the saint turned around suddenly, startling the nuns who quickly retreated.

"Ouch, Amy, you stepped on my foot!"

"Get down quickly, get down quickly."

"Evening, come help me up!"

The nun on the outermost side, standing on a high stool, was nearly knocked over by the evacuating crowd.

Su Mian reached out her hand, and the nun grabbed it without thinking. But whether her hand slipped or not, she leaned back and fell to the ground with a thud.

Those closest to the window lost their support and collapsed like a human pyramid, groaning in pain.

"What happened over there?"

Cecily clasped her hands together in front of her chest, staring at the distant light with some worry, and looked up to ask the priest.

"Your Excellency, I'd like to go and take a look."

Cain revealed his well-defined fingers beneath his robe, made a "please" gesture, and followed Cecily.

"Ahhh, they're coming!"

"Miller, get off me right now!"

"Thank God, thank the goddess of fate, thank St. Christopher, for letting the priest look at me."

"Are you crazy? How could a priest possibly come in?"

One sentence woke up the group of people, and they hurriedly straightened their clothes and squeezed to the door to greet the two.

"Father, Saintess."

"What happened here? I heard quite a commotion."

Cecily peered inside, but saw nothing.

"Ah...it's nothing, maybe some ducklings or lambs have run away."

"But I heard you screaming."

After Cecily finished speaking, the nuns fell silent. They couldn't very well say that they were spying on the two of them almost falling to their deaths; that would be too embarrassing.

"Because we're telling ghost stories."

Su Mian's voice came from behind the nun. Cecily looked over and was drawn to Su Mian's eyes, exclaiming "Wow!" without even realizing it.

My grandmother said that God's eyes are never smiling with kindness; they are very calm, so calm that they are almost indifferent, empty, clean and deep.

When you gaze at it, you feel attracted, which is actually a subtle dizziness when you feel seen through by a deity and your baseness exposed.

Cecily thought that her eyes must resemble Cain's, even though she had never seen Cain's face clearly, but all the eyes of gods are like that.

"Ghost stories?"

Cecily murmured to herself, completely unaware that she had been set up, and unwittingly continued the conversation.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Su Mian slowly stepped forward and leaned against the unused ladder.

"I wonder if you have heard that a pregnant saint died at Anvil Fortress."

"Ah... haha, of course I know, Sister."

Cecily smiled. How could they not know that their purpose in coming here was to drive away the vengeful spirits of the old saintess and her child?

But the girl's eyes made her feel like she was being seen through.

"So you knew. Aren't you afraid you'll become the next ghost?"

"Ephing! What are you saying?!"

"Shut up, just shut up! Do you want to become a blasphemer?"

Sera was horrified and covered Su Mian's mouth, while the nun next to her almost screamed in fright.

Su Mian wasn't pushed away by Sera; she stared intently at Cecily, observing her expression.

Her pupils trembled slightly as she gazed into the distant, undefined horizon, not out of fear.

It was a bit complicated, and Su Mian couldn't fully understand it. Just as Su Mian was about to be pulled away, Cecily smiled, seemingly returning to her usual calm.

"It's better that I'm dead. I have no resentment. Maybe I can persuade the old saintess to leave with me."

Su Mian looked deeply into those eyes, then looked away.

Don't you harbor any resentment?

There was a moment of silence in the front yard. Then the priest stepped forward from a distance, and everyone bowed their heads.

"Cecily, it's time to go."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Cecily followed the priest's steps, and Su Mian never bowed her head from beginning to end.

She saw Cecily crying, and the priest... didn't seem to care, not even offering her a handkerchief.

Just when everyone thought the two were about to leave, the priest suddenly stopped, turned his head and opened his lips, his voice low and deep, yet authoritative.

"Now that the ducklings and lambs have escaped, let's hurry up and catch them and bring them back."

Finally, he paused, glancing at the corner where the climbing ladder was, "If they get a bit wild, it'll be harder to train them."

The nuns looked at each other, could only nod and agree, and watched the two leave.

Su Mian trembled under the gaze and went upstairs, panting slightly.

really weird.

Where did that intense gaze come from, carrying a scent that demons love?

Possession, taming, with a desire to crush people.

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In the early morning, the group was told to change into white clothes, hold crosses, and gather at the village entrance. No one was allowed to bathe or cleanse themselves before the purification ritual, and there was not a single piece of meat in their breakfast.

Several cultivators held talisman bells and shook them, uttering unintelligible words that sounded like a few stinky mosquitoes buzzing in your ear.

Su Mian just felt noisy, and her mind went blank.

"Stand back a bit while you read."

The cultivator accused by Su Mian stared wide-eyed without exaggeration, pointed at Su Mian, then at himself, and finally walked into the grass with a frustrated expression.

A gasp came from afar.

"This place is definitely a bit eerie."

"you do not say."

"What do we do now?"

"What happened?"

Cecily stepped forward to ask, looking somewhat tired, her voice barely reaching the soldiers' ears.

The lead soldier saluted with his right hand on his left shoulder, "Your Majesty, three horses have died."

These words caused a stir among the crowd.

"How could a perfectly healthy horse suddenly die?"

"Oh God, poor horses, I feel sorry for their companions."

"Could it be... that an evil spirit is at work?"

The nuns huddled together in fear, and Cain's voice came from the front.

"Just squeeze in, don't delay the trip."

"yes!"

After these words were spoken, no one dared to discuss it anymore, and the saintess turned around and sat down with several nuns.

One of them excitedly covered his mouth and secretly sized up Cecily.

Soldiers and monks huddled together, like civil officials and military generals sitting at the same table, each disliking the other.