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Chapter 332 Wish

If I had to grant one wish, it would probably be to revive Yuki.

The death of Zhixue in childbirth will forever be the greatest pain in Yiyue's heart.

Izuki's hand trembled as she held the pen, hesitating whether to write down her wish for Zhixue's resurrection.

Yi Yue knew that Zhi Xue would never appear in front of her again.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

The resurrection of Zhixue is Yiyue's greatest wish.

But this is undoubtedly wishful thinking and a disrespect to Makise.

He had told himself he had forgotten her, yet he kept thinking about her again and again.

Yi Yue felt that she was really bad.

This wish is impossible to fulfill, so why bother writing it down?

We should cherish the people in front of us.

Yi Yue struggled, her mind in turmoil.

The monk smiled as he watched Yi Yue's expression change.

In the end, Izuki compromised.

It was written on the paper that she wanted the dead Zhixue to be resurrected.

After finishing writing, Izuki felt a sense of guilt for betraying Makise, having written down all the filth of her life on the paper.

Izuki was a little scared. What if the red thread broke one day, or was blown off the branch by the wind and seen by someone? What kind of expression should she have when Makise found out?

Yi Yue was terrified. Whitecat and Yi Xue remained expressionless, but they were secretly worried about what would happen if others found out.

The wishes mentioned here are not anything serious.

Whitecat's thoughts changed quickly. He thought to himself, "What if someone sees it even though it's unsigned?"

Yixue was cautious, afraid of being discovered, and regretted writing her true wishes on it.

Only Makise was open and honest, unafraid of having his wishes known.

Seeing their expressions, the monk knew what they were worried about and smiled, "Don't worry, once it's hung up, the wind won't blow it down, and no one will know what your wishes are."

Even though the monk said that, Yixue was still a little worried. She comforted herself, thinking that since it wasn't signed, her father and the others wouldn't know.

Izuki felt guilty, thinking that even if Makise found out, it was her own fault, and she was sorry to her.

The monk asked, "Have you all finished writing?"

Yi Yue and the others said they had finished writing.

The monk nodded in satisfaction and said, "I'll repeat it again: you must never tell anyone else about your wishes, not even your closest relatives. Not only will your wishes not come true, but you will also be punished by the ancient tree."

The monk squinted; the sunlight couldn't penetrate at all because of the tall, ancient tree, making everything seem exceptionally dark and eerie.

Whitecat didn't take it seriously, treating it as a joke: "What punishment?" He thought to himself that the little monk's acting was quite realistic, and he almost fooled him.

Yixue lowered her head and chuckled softly.

Yi Yue simply thought the monk was joking.

Makise looked at the monk with a puzzled expression.

The monk deliberately kept everyone in suspense and stopped talking.

"You wouldn't want to know," the monk said with a mysterious smile.

Whitecat scoffed inwardly, thinking, "This is just a pretentious act."

They each had their own thoughts, and although they didn't believe it, they certainly wouldn't voice their wishes.

"Stand here." The monk took two steps and drew a line on the ground with his toes.

There was a faint mark on the ground, which led Yi Yue and the others to stand outside the line and throw the cards onto it.

"You must stand outside the line, and never step on it!" the monk warned sternly.

Whitecat smiled and said, "I understand. If you step in, your wish won't come true, right?"

"Susu-"

A gust of wind blew by, and the branches swayed in the breeze.

The branches, like pairs of adult-sized arms, were shielding the sun.

The branches swayed in the wind, perfectly blocking the sunlight above the monks.

The monk's expression was somber and obscured, but his words came through the shadows: "You can think of it that way."

Yi Yue looked into the line. The soil inside was strange. It felt softer than the soil outside and was a bit brownish, like dried blood.

I gently weighed the playing cards in my hand, but I didn't know what they were made of.

It doesn't feel like paper to the touch; it's a bit slippery and greasy.

How should I put it? It feels a bit like human skin, but then again like snake skin; it's incredibly smooth, somewhere in between.

Izuki immediately suppressed this thought because it made her feel a little nauseous.

"And then what? Standing outside the line, how do you get the cards up there? Do you have any tools?" Whitecat asked, looking around but finding no tools.

“We don’t have any tools,” the monk said.

Makise asked in confusion, "We don't have any tools, so how do we hang it up?"

Whitecat laughed, "You're not going to make us throw them up there, are you?"

Whitecat's smile quickly faded, and the monk simply looked at her indifferently.

“No way…” Whitecat was stunned, looking at the ancient tree.

The ancient trees are very tall; even the shortest strip of paper is three or four meters high.

It's impossible for a girl with little strength to throw the cards up from so far away.

At least, you could use a clothesline pole.

The monk's calm demeanor suggested he wasn't joking.

Whitecat said, "I understand. Does that mean if you throw a card up there, your wish will definitely come true?"

The monk nodded.

Whitecat found it interesting: "If you miss, will you have a few more chances?"

The monk was silent for a moment, then said, "There is only one chance; there is no way to start over."

Whitecat and the others found it unbelievable.

Ordinary temples wouldn't be like this.

If you hang it up, your wish will definitely come true; if you don't hang it up, your wish will definitely fail.

There's a down-to-earth saying that goes, "How can you do business like this?"

Izuki weighed the cards.

I discovered something interesting: the playing cards aren't light at all; on the contrary, they're quite heavy.

Toss it gently and look at the branches high up not far away.

With a little effort, it doesn't seem impossible to hang it up.

"Then who wants to go first?" The monk put his hands together in prayer.

Whitecat preemptively said to Makise, "I'll definitely go first!" and walked to the line.

Makise walked away unhappily, thinking, "You go first, I hope my wish doesn't get hung up."

Before throwing it away, Whitecat couldn't help but ask again, "Is this really only one chance?"

"Yes," the monk said.

Whitecat said, "Can't you give me a few more chances?" while giving her a flirtatious look.

The monk shook his head, unmoved, and closed his eyes, clasping his hands together: "Can you relive your life?"

Whitecat was immediately unhappy and cursed the bald man in his heart.

Makise urged, "Hurry up."

Whitecat grew even more annoyed, thinking, "Hurry up, hurry up. I curse you so you won't be able to hang your wish up later." He weighed the card in his hand, trying to get a feel for it, and looked up at the branch. Could this really be hung up? It felt so difficult.

Look at the playing cards on the branches; they sway gently in the wind, like little bracelets hanging on a toddler's arm.

Were these playing cards thrown up by hand?

Chapter 333 Arm

That's so many, it's incredible!

Whitecat was a little skeptical, feeling that they must have used a hook to get there.

The red line on the playing card isn't so easy to hook onto a branch.

"Hurry up and throw it away, stop dawdling!" Makise was unhappy and disliked Whitecat.

Whitecat and Makise also seemed off, giving her a disdainful look.

"If you can't throw it up, then stop bothering those who can, okay?"

Whitecat's words infuriated Makise: "Who can't throw it up!"