Live Stream Treasure Appraisal: Your elf isn't thriving!

Chapter 666 A Haunted Temple? Everyone's Headaches Are Split? The Reason Is the Pokémon Under the Eaves!

"Alright, let's see who the next lucky audience member is."

Ye Yinchuan's finger slid lightly across the background interface.

Applications for live streaming are still plentiful.

But his gaze was quickly drawn to one of them.

It's not because the reason for the application is particularly unusual.

Rather, it's because the weariness and despair conveyed between the lines were all too real.

[Help! Our temple is haunted! Everyone has splitting headaches. It's been a month, we've held several religious ceremonies, but nothing's helped! All the worshippers have left, we're going to starve! Please help us!]

"Haunted?"

Ye Yinchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was no smile on his lips.

He could sense from the wording of the text that the other person was nearing their breaking point.

If there are ghosts in the Pokémon world, they are most likely ghost Pokémon!

"Connected."

The screen flickered.

A young woman's face appears on the screen.

She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate features, but at this moment her face looked extremely haggard.

Two huge dark circles under his eyes, as if they had been soaked in ink, almost covered half of his face.

His eyes were unfocused.

My lips are dry and cracked.

Her hair was also messy, as if it hadn't been properly groomed in a long time.

He looked as if he had just escaped death and been pulled back from the brink of death.

"Hello, host. I'm Xiao Su."

Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against the skin; every word seemed to be squeezed out of her parched throat.

"I am the administrator of Tingfeng Temple on Yunqi Mountain."

Tingfeng Temple.

Ye Yinchuan remembered this name.

It is an ancient temple with a long history, built on the mountainside of Yunqi Mountain. It is named after the wind that often echoes around the temple, as if the mountains and rivers are telling a story.

It is quite famous locally, attracting many pilgrims and tourists every year.

"Xiao Su, don't rush, have some water first, and tell me slowly."

Ye Yinchuan's voice was gentle yet powerful.

Even through the screen, you can feel a comforting power.

Xiao Su picked up the cup on the table, her hands trembling.

Some water spilled out.

She forced herself to take a sip, took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

"Host, something bad has been happening at our temple for about a month now."

"Anyone who enters the temple grounds, whether monk or pilgrim, will start to get a headache after just ten minutes."

"That kind of headache wasn't a regular headache."

Xiao Su's eyes reddened, and her voice became even hoarse.

"It's that kind of pain that explodes from the depths of your brain! It feels like countless needles are piercing your temples at the same time!"

"At first, I could tolerate it."

"But it got worse and worse later."

"The abbot and several elderly monks, who have been living in the temple, are now in so much pain that they can't eat or sleep. Two of them have even developed tinnitus and vomiting and had to go down the mountain to the hospital."

As she spoke, the fear in her eyes intensified.

"What's even stranger is—it's late at night."

"Every night, when there is no wind, a sound can always be heard coming from under the eaves of the temple."

"Very crisp."

"Like a bell."

"bite-

"The sound was intermittent, sometimes near, sometimes far, and I couldn't find the source no matter how hard I looked."

Xiao Su's body was trembling slightly.

"The abbot said that it was caused by unclean spirits and that we needed to perform a ritual to exorcise them. We performed three rituals in a row, burned a lot of talismans, and chanted a lot of scriptures. But—it was all useless."

"My headache is getting worse."

"The sound of bells became more and more frequent."

"The worshippers all ran away in fright, and no one dared to go up the mountain anymore. The temple's incense offerings stopped, and it couldn't even cover its daily expenses."

"I myself—I'm almost at my breaking point."

Her voice almost shattered on the last sentence.

"I was so desperate that I saw the streamer's live broadcast—please, help us."

The chat room exploded with comments as Xiao Su narrated her story.

Holy crap! Haunted? Ghost stories these days?!

This symptom is terrifying! A month of headaches, just thinking about it is unbearable!

The sound of a bell ringing in the still of the night? Can't find the source? It's giving me goosebumps!

[Could this be another prank by the Three Phantom Organization? Didn't Empyrean's mental interference energy also affect emotions? Could this be some kind of mental attack?]

[Don't scare people upstairs! The Three Illusions Organization wouldn't go to a remote little temple to cause trouble, would they?]

[Magnetic field! It must be a magnetic field issue! The abundance of minerals on the mountain creates a unique magnetic field that affects the human brain!]

Various speculations and conflicting opinions arose.

Ye Yinchuan listened quietly to all the descriptions and scanned the various speculations in the comments section.

He did not rush to any conclusions.

"Xiao Su."

"Um?"

"First, point your phone camera at the entire temple."

Ye Yinchuan's voice was calm.

"Especially the eaves. And the area around the temple. Sweep slowly, don't rush."

Although Xiao Su didn't understand why, she still did as instructed.

She stood up and walked to the open space in front of the temple.

The camera slowly pans.

The full view of Tingfeng Temple gradually appeared on the live stream screen.

The ancient and simple eaves and brackets.

The mottled vermilion doorposts.

The gray tiles are covered with moss left by the years.

A typical ancient temple nestled in the mountains.

Although it has been in disrepair for many years, its former grandeur and solemnity are still evident.

Holding her phone, Xiao Su slowly scanned the front of the temple, starting from the mountain gate.

Mountain Gate, Hall of Heavenly Kings, Great Buddha Hall, Bell Tower, Drum Tower —

The picture is smooth and clear.

Ye Yinchuan's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, leaving no corner unchecked.

His gaze suddenly froze as the camera panned across the eaves of the main hall.

"stop."

Xiao Su paused.

"Pull the camera up a little. Yes, right there."

Ye Yinchuan's voice became more solemn.

The image is frozen on a corner of the eaves of the main hall.

That was the end of a drooping eave, where, in the style of traditional architecture, decorations would usually be hung.

For example, wind chimes.

At that moment, something was indeed hanging under the eaves.

At first glance, it looks like a delicate decorative wind chime.

A rounded body.

A color scheme of red and white.

A long, red-tipped thread hangs from the bottom, swaying gently in the breeze.

"That?" Xiao Su looked in the direction Ye Yinchuan pointed, her tone indifferent. "Oh, that's a decoration that's always been hanging there in the temple, right? It seems to have always been there, I never paid attention to it."

"No."

Ye Yinchuan's voice was deliberate and deliberate, each word distinct.

"That's not a decoration."

He paused.

"That was a living Pokémon."

Xiao Su was stunned.

The live stream chat seemed to have been paused.

"Zoom in a little more."

Xiao Su's hands trembled slightly, but she still tried her best to point the camera at the "decoration" and zoom in.

As the camera zoomed in, everyone could see it clearly.

That rounded body was not made of porcelain or glass.

Its surface has subtle undulations and a glossy sheen.

That's—skin.

Or to be more precise, it is a soft, living surface.

What's even more unsettling is that there's a face above that "decoration".

A small face with red patterns.

Eyes closed.

His mouth was slightly open.

The expression on his face was not serene, but distorted.

Painful distortion.

Its body does not sway naturally in the wind.

Instead, it was trembling.

Irregular, weak, like a dying struggle.

The yellow protrusion on its head looks like a small hat.

And the "line" that droops down, when viewed up close now, is clearly a thin, long line with a red end.

— The tail.

—Wind chimes!

Wait! That thing—is it alive?!

[My God! That really is a Pokémon! Look at its face! It's in pain!]

What's going on? Why is it hanging under the eaves? And it looks terrible!

【Wind Chime? I think I've heard of it—it's a Pokémon with a really nice sound?】

Ye Yinchuan took a deep breath.

His discerning eye for treasures has quietly opened.

Golden streams of data surged in his eyes.

Although the accuracy of remote analysis is limited by the screen, he can still capture key information with his current level of ability.

Pokémon: Chimecho

[Attribute: Superpower]

【Characteristic: Levitation】

[Status: Extremely weak/Wound infection/Voice disturbance/Neurosis]

Ye Yinchuan's brows furrowed tightly.

"Wind Chime." His voice entered the live stream. "A Psychic-type Pokémon. Its body is hollow. Its most unique ability is that its cries can echo within the hollow of its body, transforming into beautiful tones."

"It can communicate with its companions using seven different voices."

"When it gets angry or encounters danger, its cry can turn into ultrasound, which has the power to blow away enemies."

"The reason it hangs under the eaves is because wind chimes are used to using the suction cups on their heads to hang from tree branches or under the eaves of houses. It's their nature."

Ye Yinchuan slowed down his speech and his voice became a few degrees deeper.

"But this wind chime in front of us is clearly in serious trouble."

"Its calls have become disordered."

"The occasional ringing of bells coming from under the eaves is its intermittent, distorted chirping."

He paused.

"but----"

Ye Yinchuan's gaze suddenly shifted from Feng Lingling to the corner of the temple wall and the shadows in the scene.

His eyes became unusually sharp.

"Xiao Su, move the camera down."

"Yes, a little more to the left."

"Do you see those gaps?"

Xiao Su's camera moved shakily.

When the image is focused on the corner gap under the eaves...

Several small, yellowish figures came into view.

Those were a group of extremely small Pokémon.

A round, plump body.

Yellow skin.

A red and white ribbon was tied around her head.

Its eyes are small, round, and black.

Short limbs.

They huddled together in the crevices and shadows of the corner, one after another.

There are three.

No, four.

The camera panned to the side again, and two more appeared.

There are six in total.

The bell rings!

The pre-evolutionary form of Wind Chime!

Their bodies were constantly jumping.

It wasn't the kind of cheerful, energetic jumping.

Instead, they were anxious.

Panic.

It was filled with anxiety and a helpless struggle.

Their mouths were opening and closing.

The magnitude is significant.

Very hard.

It seemed to be desperately screaming something.

however

On this side of the screen.

There was no sound at all.

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

Only the sound of the wind.

And Xiao Su's tense breathing.

No bells rang out.

But Ye Yinchuan knew.

They are crying out desperately.

"They are calling."

Ye Yinchuan's voice turned somber.

"But—you can't hear me."

Xiao Su stared blankly at the little creatures in the camera lens, their mouths agape, completely bewildered by Ye Yinchuan's meaning.

The viewers in the live stream were also completely confused.

[Is it calling? But there's no sound at all.]

Is the video freezing? Or is the microphone broken?

Ye Yinchuan shook his head.

"It's not a problem with the equipment."

"They make a bell-like sound by vibrating a round bead in their throat. When they jump, the bead in their mouth bounces around, producing a clear, bell-like sound."

"but----"

His tone became unusually heavy.

"The sound of a bell has another name."

"They can make sounds at high frequencies that are inaudible to the human ear."

"ultrasound."

"This kind of ultrasound cannot be received by the human ear; you can't hear it making a sound."

"But Ye Yinchuan spoke slowly and deliberately."

"Even when you can't hear its cries, you may experience unbearable headaches."

"Because those ultra-high frequency sound waves can directly penetrate your eardrums and affect your nervous system, causing severe pain, like being pricked by needles in your brain."

This sentence.

Like a thunderclap.

It caused a sensation in the live stream room.

It exploded in Xiao Su's mind.

It exploded in everyone's mind!

Xiao Su's body suddenly stiffened.

Her face went from haggard to deathly pale.

The inexplicable, unexplained, and excruciating headaches that had tormented her and everyone else for a month, which they attributed to supernatural causes, were actually—

The ultrasonic waves emitted by these little creatures?!

[Holy crap! So that headache wasn't from a ghost or a magnetic field, but from the noise of those bells?!]

[A sound inaudible to humans, yet capable of causing excruciating headaches—that's terrifying!]

[Silent torture! This is more terrifying than being haunted! You don't even know where the attack is coming from!]

[So of course the ritual was useless! This isn't some unclean thing; this is real physical damage caused by a Pokémon!]

After the enthusiasm of Ye Yinchuan and others in the barrage subsided slightly, he continued speaking.

"However, please pay attention to a key piece of information."

His expression was serious.

"Once the bell starts ringing, it's hard to stop it."

"These bells have been ringing for almost a month now."

"One month."

He repeated the time.

"Think about it, why would a bell that's ringing normally ring continuously for a whole month?"

"What kind of situation would make them continuously, desperately, and at the highest frequency make sounds?"

There was a moment of silence in the live stream.

Then, someone realized what was happening.

[—They're calling for help?!]

Yes! Look at their expressions! They don't look aggressive, they look anxious and scared!

[Isn't their mother—the wind chime—in a bad state? So, are these bells ringing because their mother is injured and desperately calling for help?!]

Ye Yinchuan nodded slowly.

"That's right."

"The answer is right before your eyes."

He pointed to the wind chime hanging under the eaves in the picture, its body trembling incessantly.

"Their mother is in extreme pain."

"And when these bells ring, the only thing these small, weak children can do is cry out."

"Scream desperately."

"Using the only means they have, they are sending out a distress signal to the world."

"pity----"

Ye Yinchuan's voice carried a hint of helplessness and heartache.

"Their distress signals are ultrasonic waves that humans cannot hear."

"No one understands their cries."

"Instead, because of the headaches that followed, I began to see them as demons and monsters."

They took their cries for help as a curse.

That concludes this paragraph.

The barrage of comments flew by.

They were simply trying to call for help for their mother in their own way; who would have thought it would have such an impact on humans!

So what exactly happened? Looks like the problem can be solved, right?

Xiao Su's feelings were complicated: "Answerer—what—what should we do?"

"First, address the root cause."

Ye Yinchuan's voice regained its composure.

"The core of the problem lies with Wind Chime. Once we find the cause of Wind Chime's suffering and resolve it, the chime..."

The clanging sound will naturally quiet them down.

"Xiao Su, I need you to get close to that wind chime."

"Is it possible?"

Xiao Su took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and nodded.

"I'll go find a ladder."

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