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

Chapter 667 The trapped wind chime, the seven guardian deities of the Wind Blowing Temple... Strange and traceable!

Xiao Su brought over an old wooden ladder and leaned it against the eaves pillar of the main hall.

She gripped her phone tightly and climbed up step by step.

The bells jingling around the corner sensed the approach of humans and became even more agitated.

Their previously silent cries seemed to have become even more intense—although no sound could still be heard in the video, Xiao Su's face suddenly turned pale, and she covered her temples with her hands.

"Ouch—it's starting to hurt again."

The ringing of the bells was interpreted as a threat by the men as her approach.

They were using ultrasound to try to drive her away.

Ye Yinchuan immediately activated his heavenly aura.

Although the aura transmitted through the live broadcast signal was extremely weak due to the screen, it still had a certain calming effect on these small, low-level bells, with its warm and pure life force.

The frequency of the bouncing of the bells decreased significantly.

Their mouths were still opening and closing, but the range of motion was much smaller.

The stabbing pain in Xiao Su's temples also lessened somewhat.

"Now, keep climbing. Slow down. Be careful."

Ye Yinchuan's voice became Xiao Su's only support at that moment.

She gritted her teeth and took one step at a time.

The wooden ladder creaked.

Finally, her line of sight was level with the eaves.

The camera also zoomed in on the wind chimes.

A close-up view.

Everyone saw it clearly.

Then, everyone gasped.

A rope was wrapped around Feng Lingling's body.

It's not a natural vine.

It wasn't something that the Pokémon attached itself to.

Instead, it was a rough, man-made nylon rope.

The cheap green nylon rope commonly found on construction sites.

It clung tightly, fiercely, to the soft body of the wind chime.

It was pulled very deep.

It went so deep that it had sunk into the surface of Feng Lingling's body.

There was obvious ulceration where the rope came into contact with the skin.

The wound was dark red in color, with unhealthy yellowish-white pus around the edges.

I'm infected.

What's even more unsettling is that the other end of that nylon rope is tied to something.

A heavy, rusty old iron wind chime.

These were originally decorations of the temple.

Perhaps due to years of disrepair, the old wind chime fell off somewhere and got tangled in the eaves by a discarded rope.

When the wind chime flew here, it accidentally got tangled in this rope.

Its body was bound by a rope.

The weight of the iron wind chime continued to tighten the rope.

It struggled.

You can tell from the twisted friction marks on the nylon rope.

But the more it struggles, the deeper the rope twists.

Finally, it ran out of energy.

It can't fly anymore.

There's no way to break free.

It can only instinctively hang on the eaves using the suction cups on its head.

They struggled to stay afloat.

Like a real wind chime.

It's hanging there.

Waiting to die.

[Oh my god—this is too tragic—]

It turns out it didn't want to hang there; it was tethered by the rope and couldn't fly!

[A month?! It was strangled with a rope for a month?! The wounds are festering!]

Humans—humans are so careless! The people in the temple treated it as an ornament; didn't anyone think to take a closer look? Didn't anyone find it strange?

[This Pokémon is way too weak! It's an evolved form, after all. Is it just that its physical strength is too frail?]

Xiao Su's hands trembled slightly.

She looked at the little Pokémon in front of her, which had been tortured by ropes for a whole month, and felt a surge of guilt.

She walks past this roof every day.

I see this "decoration" every day when I look up.

But I never thought of going closer to take a look.

I never imagined it was alive.

It is struggling painfully.

And its children, just a few meters away, cry out day and night in a voice inaudible to humans.

"Xiao Su."

Ye Yinchuan's voice pulled her back from the brink of collapse.

"Now is not the time to blame yourself."

Do you have a knife or scissors on you?

Xiao Su snapped out of her daze and hurriedly rummaged through her pockets.

"Yes—I have a pair of scissors, which I use to repair things."

"Okay. Listen to me, follow my instructions step by step."

Ye Yinchuan's voice was as steady as a rock, and every word was crystal clear.

"First, don't touch its body directly. Start from the loosest part of the rope and slowly insert the scissors."

"The second step is to cut the rope in multiple stages, cutting only a small section each time, to avoid injuring it if the rope suddenly comes loose."

"The third step is to not panic if the animal makes a sound or struggles during the process. That's a normal reaction. Continue operating."

Xiao Su took a deep breath.

With trembling hands, he raised the scissors.

She carefully extended the blade towards the loosest part of the nylon rope.

Click.

The first knife.

Feng Lingling's body trembled slightly.

Click.

Second knife.

The rope loosened slightly, and a trickle of pus and blood seeped out from the grooves created by the rope.

Xiao Su almost vomited, but she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't stop.

Click.

Click.

Click.

One cut after another.

With each cut, Feng Lingling's body relaxed a little more.

The moment the last piece of nylon rope was cut, "plop!"

The heavy, old iron wind chime fell to the ground.

It hit the ground with a dull thud.

At that moment, the suction cups that the wind chime had been clinging tightly to the eaves loosened.

Because it no longer has the strength to maintain the suction cup.

Its body slumped downwards.

"Catch it!"

Ye Yinchuan's voice rang out.

Xiao Su almost instinctively reached out her hands.

A soft, light little body landed in her palm.

Wind chimes.

It was much lighter than she had imagined.

So light—it's heartbreaking.

The marks left by the ropes on its body were shocking.

The festering wound emitted a faint fishy smell.

Its once plump and lovely body is now so thin that you can see the hollows in its outline.

But just as Xiao Su held it in her arms, it was in the shadows of the corner.

Six bells rang.

They all stopped jumping.

Their mouths finally closed.

The ultrasound has stopped.

The invisible torment that had shrouded Tingfeng Temple for a month vanished at this moment.

Xiao Su felt a sudden relief in her temples.

That persistent, ever-present stinging sensation felt like it had been soothed by a gentle hand.

comfortable.

An unprecedented feeling of comfort.

Six bells rang, and they swarmed over.

They jumped off the wall.

Jump over the steps.

They jumped onto Xiao Su's arms, shoulders, and knees.

Wind Chime, held in Xiao Su's arms, gently rubbed against her mother with her small body.

This time, they finally made a sound.

Sounds that can be heard by the human ear.

The jingling sounds are crisp and clear.

Subtle.

Like jade beads rolling in a mountain stream.

That was the sound of the bell-shaped bead in the mouth, making a soft, bouncing sound.

It is no longer high-frequency ultrasound.

Instead, it is a low-frequency ringing sound filled with joy and comfort.

The live stream chat was filled with comments.

[It turns out that the bell had been ringing for a whole month, with the person shouting "Save my mother!", but no one heard them—until the news anchor appeared and the truth came out!]

[That sound was so beautiful—that's the sound a bell should make when it responds!]

I always said the streamer's broadcast was a charity program —

Ye Yinchuan's gaze softened considerably as he watched this scene.

But he knew the matter was not over yet.

"Xiao Su, do you have any medicine in your backpack?"

Xiao Su nodded vigorously and pulled out a bottle of basic wound spray with one hand.

"Okay, first rinse the pus and dirt around the wound with clean water. Note that you should not rinse directly into the center of the wound; start from the edge and slowly move inward."

Ye Yinchuan's voice once again transformed into precise commands.

Xiao Su did as instructed.

Warm water flowed along Feng Lingling's body, washing away the dirt clinging to the wound.

The wind chimes trembled slightly, but did not struggle.

It seemed to sense that the human in front of it did not intend to harm it.

"Now, apply the wound ointment. Spray it evenly over the wound surface, making sure there are no spots."

A fine mist of medicine covered the festering wound.

Feng Lingling's body trembled slightly, emitting a very faint murmur, like the swaying of a wind chime.

The six bells rang, and they immediately gathered around nervously, pressing their small bodies tightly against their mother.

After a while.

Feng Lingling slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were weak and cloudy.

Its gaze first fell on the six children surrounding it.

Then, it landed on Xiao Su's tear-streaked face, which was full of concern.

Finally, through the lens, it seemed as if we could see something even further away.

Its body swayed gently.

The emptiness inside my body began to echo.

One syllable.

Faint.

Like whispers scattered by the wind.

Then comes the second syllable.

It's slightly stronger.

It trembled slightly, yet possessed an added clarity.

The third.

the fourth.

the fifth.

sixth.

The seventh one!

Seven different, exquisitely beautiful timbres resounded one after another from the hollow inside the wind chime!

The sound was initially like the faintest starlight before dawn.

Then it flows into a river like a stream.

Then, it was like a hundred birds singing in unison, and the wind rustling through the pines in ten thousand valleys.

Ultimately, the seven timbres intertwined, transforming into a heavenly melody.

Wander through the ancient Tingfeng Temple.

Passing through the eaves.

Passing over the brackets.

Passing over the moss-covered, mottled blue tiles.

It meanders through the mountains and forests.

Everyone heard it.

Xiao Su heard it.

Hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream heard it.

The voice was so pure it didn't seem to come from the body of a weak, tiny Pokémon.

It was as pure as the clearest spring water in the mountains.

It was as pure as the silent sigh of the first snow falling to the ground.

It's so pure that it makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time.

Refreshing and happy.

Deep within my soul, it felt as if something heavy had been gently unloaded.

A relieved smile finally appeared on Ye Yinchuan's lips.

"Wind chimes can communicate with their companions using seven different sounds," he said to the camera, his voice tinged with emotion. "And in some ancient cultural legends, the sound of wind chimes has the power to ward off evil spirits. It is said to be able to drive away evil spirits and purify the space."

"So you see, the so-called ghost story has not only been exposed."

"It turned out to be a lucky accident."

"This ancient temple has welcomed a true guardian spirit."

The six bells fell silent.

They nestled close to their mother, moving their bodies with light, bouncy movements.

With each jump, the bead in its mouth rolled gently.

Ding.

jingle.

Ring ring.

It's like a small ensemble piece.

It blends perfectly with the seven-colored scale of the wind chimes.

At this moment, the entire Tingfeng Temple was truly filled with the sound of wind.

The most beautiful sound of the wind.

This is Pokémon!

[It sounds a million times better than any man-made wind chime!]

[Tingfeng Temple! Truly living up to its name, Tingfeng Temple!]

[Host, I'm willing to come up the mountain every year to hear this sound; I'll even donate money for incense!]

With tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling, Xiao Su bowed deeply to the camera.

"Thank you—thank you, host—"

Her voice was choked with sobs and she could no longer speak coherently.

Ye Yinchuan nodded slightly, his tone gentle.

"Xiao Su, I suggest you discuss this with the abbot of the temple. Provide a safe haven for the wind chimes and other bells within the temple grounds. Don't force them; let them stay voluntarily."

"If they want to stay—"

He looked at the wind chime in the picture, its weak body rubbing against the children.

"The seven-colored scale of the wind chimes will become a unique symbol of Tingfeng Temple."

"It is far more precious than any man-made wind chime."

Xiao Su nodded vigorously.

"I promise! I will definitely take good care of them!"

The atmosphere in the live stream was filled with warmth and emotion.

Countless viewers left comments on the screen, sharing their emotions.

however.

Just as this peaceful scene was about to come to a perfect end, Ye Yinchuan's expression suddenly changed.

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

Like a bird of prey catching the trail of its prey.

"etc."

He lowered his voice.

"Xiao Su, don't move."

Xiao Su was startled and instinctively stopped all her movements.

In the video, the bells that had just quieted down suddenly perked up their ears.

Six.

All.

At the same time.

Their small black eyes instantly changed from gentle to terrified.

The little body began to tremble violently.

It's not anxiety.

It's not unease.

Yes—fear.

Pure, instinctive fear.

And the wind chime, which had just been weakly chanting the seven-colored scale.

Its voice suddenly changed tone.

The beautiful melody disappeared.

Instead, a rapid, sharp, and piercing warning sound was heard.

Like an air raid siren.

Like the scream of a fire truck piercing the night sky.

Its body was shaking violently.

It is struggling.

It is trying to fly.

Its eyes, which had just been filled with weakness and gratitude, were now fixed on the deepest part of Yunqi Mountain in the same direction.

All the bells rang.

All the wind chimes.

Their gazes were fixed in the same direction.

The bodies are facing the same direction.

Xiao Su's voice trembled with fright: "Answerer, what happened to them?"

Ye Yinchuan's expression immediately turned serious: "I was just wondering the same thing. Chimecho is clearly a Pokémon in its advanced evolved form, yet it was trapped so easily—it turns out, everything was traceable!"

Are there more experts out there?

Could it be that there really is something dirty inside?!

[Dude, I was about to shut down my computer and leave, but I can't leave now!]

[What exactly is that? Is it a Pokémon? Tell us, streamer!]