Mostly just a nut case. Just stay out of her way.
After Che Linfang and another person left, the street once again only contained Fang Yu and Monk Quan Heng.
Fang Yu looked towards Monk Quan Heng.
"Master Quan Heng, when it comes to demons, you never seem to bring up the preciousness of life?"
"Demons are not human, but beasts. Like livestock, poultry, or fierce tigers, they are ferocious beasts. However, specifically, they are not human."
Monk Quan Heng said with a smile, "The value of life is the way of humans. Can you understand that?"
Fang Yu slightly frowned.
"Do you mean that, aside from humans, all other lives are insignificant as ants?"
"Yes, and no."
Monk Quan Heng brought his hands together in a prayer.
"Because humans are too insignificant, too weak. That’s why we can only care for our own small patch of land."
"If we can’t even sweep away the snow in front of us, what do other lives matter?"
This theory enlightened Fang Yu.
He kind of understood Quan Heng’s meaning.
Simply put, it’s like the expanded version of his principle of only saving those within reach.
He is human, so he only saves humans.
Humans are weak, so for now, he doesn’t care whether demons are considered precious life worth saving.
He only knows that humans, who are weak and can only take care of themselves, have enough on their plates without the luxury to think about others, or perhaps there’s no need to think about others at all.
If one day, Monk Quan Heng becomes strong enough to protect the whole humanity and still has energy to spare, perhaps at that time, this guy will start contemplating philosophical questions like whether demons are lives worth saving.
Fang Yu sighed.
This monk really is odd.
And at the same time... incredibly strong.
Fang Yu had no idea what level or strength believers like Monk Quan Heng have in this circle.
He only knew that he was absolutely no match for the monk at the moment.
With hands pressed together, Fang Yu said.
"Master, I have attained enlightenment."
Monk Quan Heng laughed.
"For real?"
"..." Fang Yu remained silent.
"Inspector Diao, whether or not you have attained enlightenment doesn’t really matter. I just want to make sure you understand that the female benefactor inside the house is currently in great danger."
"I know."
"If you know, then why do you not allow me to take her away? I am a believer, and your sister belongs to the same kind as me. However, her situation seems somewhat complex, and it is only by taking her back to Baoan Temple and slowly examining and treating her that there may be a chance for her to survive."
Fang Yu caught on to a key word.
Perhaps.
He hung his head slightly.
"Master Quan Heng, the truth is I have already found another expert to take care of my second sister’s condition. She has been in charge for a while, and there is a good chance of curing her. There is a complete treatment plan, which if disturbed by external forces, is very likely to fail on both fronts, ultimately jeopardizing my sister. Therefore... I must refuse!"
Monk Quan Heng showed a look of surprise.
"You know other believers? If so, I was too hasty. If there’s a chance in the future, I hope Inspector Diao can introduce me to this senior believer."
Convinced just like that?
And I was ready for a verbal escape plan.
Could it really be that sincerity is the ultimate technique??
As for some other believer expert...
"There will be a chance!"
He responded perfunctorily.
Ding Hui was no believer, but her methods were unusual, and perhaps the monk might be interested in meeting her after all.
With the misunderstanding resolved, Fang Yu and Monk Quan Heng felt a little like they had become friends through a fight.
Although the monk was somewhat stubborn, his strength was truly formidable.
It seemed that he was also quite willing to help. In the future, in case of trouble, Fang Yu could probably ask him for help.
Speaking of which...
Between Monk Quan Heng and Li Shiquan, who was stronger?
Fang Yu thought about the monster with 80,000 blood and felt that Monk Quan Heng probably wasn’t qualified to challenge that sort of monster.
Indeed, being strong oneself is a must; relying on external forces is unrealistic.
While Fang Yu was distracted, a familiar shout suddenly came from behind.
"Everyone stop!!!"
What’s going on?!
Are there demons coming to save me??
Don’t mess with me! Just Che Linfang and the others nearly exposed me, what are you demons thinking?!
As Monk Quan Heng in front of him showed a stunned expression, Fang Yu turned around.
When he turned, his gaze had grown cold, filled with fierceness.
You want to expose my identity? Today, for every demon that comes to my aid, I’ll kill one! I’ll kill till you’re all too scared to help me!
However, when he actually turned around and looked at the person behind, Fang Yu was immediately dumbfounded, his expression frozen.
The person who had shouted "Everyone stop," with a somewhat familiar voice, turned out to be Diao Ruru! His second sister!
Only, Diao Ruru was currently holding a girl by her hair in one hand, and strangling her neck with the other.
Her outer clothing bore stripes as if they were scratched by nails, revealing the gray inner lining.
Her face had bloody scratch marks, as if mauled by a wild cat.
Her usually gentle face now bore madness and ferocity, like a cornered wild cat, arching its back and issuing a threatening hiss.
But this behavior, in the eyes of Fang Yu and the others, seemed as trifling as child’s play.
"Second sister, let her go. It’s all over."
"Huh?" Diao Ruru looked bewildered.
How is it over?
Is the monk willing to let us go?
Then, what was the point of the frantic struggle, biting, and clawing with this woman in the house just now?
Diao Ruru was still not over the fight that was practically a matter of life and death.