From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 839 - 416 Obsession_3
Chapter 839: 416 Obsession_3
——Someone’s coming, someone’s coming, the streamer is blocking the camera, oh no, I’m so anxious, why is the streamer being such a nuisance.
—— Beatrice Gray, you’re blocking the camera[blowing fire]
—— Looks like it’s three people, the one leading is a woman, damn, she has a nice figure.
Beatrice Gray finally realized that the barrage of comments wasn’t praising her at all, rather they were complaining about her blocking the camera. The first thing Beatrice Gray felt was annoyance, it’s not fair to bully the streamer like this, did she think her dance was terrible?
Just as she was about to speak, she caught a comment that made her run without looking back.
In that moment, Beatrice Gray broke into a cold sweat, standing rigid on the spot.
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In the middle of winter, the chilly wind was making terrible whistling sounds. The dark night, like a silent net, seemed to be ensnaring her from all sides, leaving her motionless and voiceless, she could only watch the freezing wind slowly penetrate her skin and chill her through and through.
People have a strange rebellious psyche, the more you are urged not to do something, the more you want to do it. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and right now Beatrice Gray was like that cat.
Even though she knew she might regret it if she turned her back, not doing so felt like a cat scratching at her heart.
Beatrice Gray turned around slowly.
The moonlight was like water, casting a silvery glow and illuminating the arched Doublefront Bridge. The twin dragons at the top of the bridge, both majestic and overbearing, seemed to want to take flight at any moment.
Behind Beatrice Gray, standing alongside the bridge, was a figure in white, her long hair and white dress giving her a floating, ethereal look. In contrast to the beautiful scenery under the moonlit sky, it inexplicably sent shivers down one’s spine.
Three people walked over the bridge. Leading was a woman, under the shadow of the moonlight, her curvaceous outline was distinctly visible. Behind her, neither too close nor far away, were two other people, but the silhouettes were not as distinct as the woman’s, making it difficult to tell whether they were male or female.
The woman was heading towards the lady in white standing on the bridge. Beatrice Gray caught sight of the live stream room, which was completely focused on the people on the bridge. Some even speculated that the lady in white was the vengeful spirit of Aubree Groove seeking retribution.
Beatrice Gray was so shocked that she almost tripped. With the chilling wind blowing in intervals, she became even more scared.
—— Don’t be afraid, streamer, everyone is with you. Look at the audience’s enthusiasm, you will trend soon, quickly show us whether the person on the bridge is Aubree Groove or not.
Seeing this comment, Beatrice Gray snapped back into consciousness. Yes, the vast number of netizens were with her, so what was there to fear? Quietly reciting the core socialist values, Beatrice Gray readied herself, dimming her phone screen, and stealthily moved towards the top of the bridge.
Virginia Frost slowly approached the figure dressed in white.
The hem of her dress fluttered, under the moonlight, looking as pure as fog, her elegance was beyond this worldly life not tainted by any mundane things.
Who else in this world could possess such charisma?
Virginia Frost sneered, hissing, “Monks do not deceive, and deceive the world without fear of Buddha’s punishment, do you?”
She didn’t die, she was still alive.
Virginia Frost’s nails dug into her palm, it was unclear whether she was angry, disappointed, or relieved.
Belen Philbert behind her was even more astounded, her pupils contracted sharply, staring at the figure in white.
Bartlett Parker was barely any better. Having managed to get to his current position, he wasn’t a fool and quickly figured out what was going on.
He wanted to warn Madam to be careful, but he swallowed his words in the end.
The white dress fluttered in the wind with her long hair, under the moon, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
“Actions have consequences, I believe Buddha would understand. But Madam, with your intense thirst for killing, do you have any repentance?” The Young Lady’s ethereal voice was smokey and misty, pulling one into an illusion.
“Repent? The one who should repent is you, you damned thing.”
Despite being insulted, the Young Lady didn’t show any hint of anger. Instead, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, under the moonlight, compassion flowed from her gaze.
Her face like a silvery moon, her eyes like autumn water, the vibrant blue water under the bridge could not match even half the purity in the Young Lady’s eyes.
“Attachment arises from ignorance, leading to delusion, stupidity, and idiocy… the law of causality applies to everything…”
A sigh was carried away by the wind.
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“The Madam’s spirit is so pure, but disturbed by the heart; human hearts are calm, but disturbed by desires. If you can often get rid of these desires, the heart will naturally quiet itself, cleanse the heart and the spirit will become pure, naturally the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated…”
The Young Lady’s sweet, ethereal voice fell on her ears, the words intoxicating enough to make one forget earthly troubles, feeling as if one had entered another world of purity and cleanliness, where only the heart knew of everything between heaven and earth.
For a brief moment, Virginia Frost seemed to be transported back to that spring many years ago, when the spring blossoms were blooming, and she met the man she loved deeply.
Time and again, she woke up from her dream feeling lost, her hatred piled up with each recurrence.
Until the surging hatred brewed into a downpour, just like the relentless flowing river water beneath the bridge, constantly moving forward.
