Chapter 8
Ye Yihe saw his tools of the crime, and he naturally also saw the stir-fried shredded potatoes that Ye Yihe was holding.
"It turned out to be a mouse that stole food."
He let out a muffled, hoarse laugh.
The boy sitting on the windowsill was too thin and frail. Compared to a muscular adult man, he had no advantage whatsoever, except for his height.
Face doesn't count.
He didn't say anything more, and even his steps were casual, as if he didn't consider the rat in front of him to be any dangerous person at all.
Whether this dismissive attitude demonstrated his strength is another matter, but Ye Yihe immediately categorized the guy in front of him as "not very bright".
Regardless of how diligently he's been working these past few days to pay off his potato debt—even if everyone else is acting like an outlaw, this guy still dares to create a hierarchy of discrimination?
He was the one who ran into someone else's territory and got caught red-handed, but now he acts like he has the victory in the bag. He doesn't understand what it means to be cautious or to use all his strength when hunting a rabbit.
"Why do people always call me 'rat' here?" Ye Yihe chuckled, his gaze turning icy as he looked at him. "I, Rat, am about to make you pay with your life."
"What are you babbling about?" The burly man with the thick beard frowned. "Your stuff about the Holy Father and Jesus? Just trying to be mysterious!"
Holding the knife, he remained completely calm. What could that guy, whose wrists were as stiff as rubber sticks, possibly do? Unless he yelled and attracted attention—but that was no longer an option. He had already walked over, and in the next moment, this poor fool would be lying motionless on the ground.
Maybe he'll be able to take his potatoes to heaven to meet God, haha.
Ye Yihe raised his eyebrows slightly, showing no intention of answering the other party's question.
He couldn't speak Russian to his colleagues in the church, let alone speak a few words of his own mother tongue to this guy.
This bearded man was indeed very strong, and his physique was about the same as the Russian guy he had seen in the prison van last time. Standing in front of him, he looked like a fat and strong sumo wrestler, almost blocking out all the moonlight.
This is not surprising. The more chaotic the social order, the more these people feel that they can take advantage of the chaos and are qualified to be lawless outlaws who can easily make a lot of money.
The other party's killing intent was obvious, leaving no room for negotiation. Ye Yihe didn't know who his original target was, but since he was carrying a knife, the chances of him surviving were extremely slim, no matter who the target was.
"Before you go to see that old man, send him to meet God first..."
The rough, hoarse voice wasn't loud; at least it wouldn't echo in the deathly quiet corner of the church, nor would it likely wake the others who were soundly asleep.
The church originally had its own patrol team to maintain security day and night, but now there was no sound at all. I wonder if he had killed them all silently.
Now, he was raising the dagger, intending to swing it fiercely at Ye Yihe's head—
But Ye Yihe's reaction would be even faster than his. Even if his weak body couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain's reaction, Jeet Kune Do, which emphasizes defeating the enemy with a single blow and using offense to overcome offense, was still more than enough to deal with this kind of person.
In the blink of an eye, as the opponent used muscle movement to raise the blade, Ye Yihe's right hand still held the fork, but his clenched fist had distinct knuckles. Even before the opponent could even raise their defensive awareness, he had already struck the undefended throat bone with extreme precision and restraint.
"Cough... Uh...!"
The knife slipped limply from his hand and fell to the ground.
Even the strongest human being cannot eliminate fatal weaknesses.
Ye Yihe withdrew his fist. This time, it was his turn to look down at the defeated man kneeling on the ground.
The other person was breathing heavily with disbelief, their expression one of utter terror.
But he was getting less and less oxygen, like a fish about to drown in the air, making its last struggle.
"It's nothing serious, it's just that the hematoma is compressing the trachea, causing severe breathing and vocalization difficulties."
Ye Yihe didn't care whether he could understand what she was saying or not, and casually comforted him, "There might still be a slight fracture. I've already held back. You should be glad that I didn't specifically aim for your carotid sinus, that would have been a real one-hit kill."
Normally, he wouldn't aim for such a spot during actual combat training, as it could easily lead to an emergency.
But who made this guy stand right in front of him sitting on the windowsill, exposing his weakness so clearly right in front of his eyes, making it so easy to throw a punch there.
Given that this body's stamina is indeed too poor, it's best to end the battle as soon as possible.
Seeing that the Russian brother was lying unconscious on the ground, just like the one in the prison van, and had completely lost his fighting ability, Ye Yihe quickly shoveled the cold potato shreds on the plate and destroyed the evidence before his body could be returned to its original state.
The system said that the original owner's memories would be rationalized, which was true, but no matter how rationalized they were, he couldn't possibly convince himself that he could suddenly and inexplicably cook hot and sour shredded potatoes and take down an adult bear with his bare hands...
Even after Ye Yihe had finished washing the dishes and was about to leave and walk into the corridor, the system settlement still hadn't appeared.
Ye Yihe's excited heart gradually turned cold: …………
Seriously? This guy isn't even a target for doing good deeds?!
After closing his eyes to calm himself down, Ye Yihe could only choose to go back to his dormitory to continue sleeping—but he encountered an unexpected person by the kitchen door.
Good evening, my child.
The bishop, who wasn't wearing a cylindrical hat, gave him an approving smile, which was very sincere.
"…………"
Ye Yihe looked at him without saying a word.
“I originally intended to intervene, but you, oh, you possess power beyond my imagination,” the bishop exclaimed. “Incredible.”
Ye Yihe knew that his body was weak and that he would have no chance of winning in a head-on fight against such a strong man; but the bishop in front of him was clearly an old man with white temples, yet he was saying that he was "originally going to make a move"... Could this church also be a place where hidden talents lurk?
Is the other person actually a kung fu master of fatherly caliber?
Ye Yihe was filled with awe. Unfortunately, he could only listen and couldn't answer, let alone satisfy his curiosity.
“I was wondering why you suddenly became so quiet,” the bishop continued. “So that’s why. No wonder. Although it’s possible for this to happen, I think it’s still unacceptable to ordinary people. Your decision to keep quiet was the right one.”
"…………"
Although Ye Yihe had guessed that the bishop who had been standing in the corner must have heard him speaking Chinese, the other party seemed to have seen a lot, truly worthy of being a messenger sent by God.
The bishop sighed and made the sign of the cross on his chest to the Russian man who was foaming at the mouth. "I will arrange for someone to handle this matter as if he had never been here."
Ye Yihe nodded cautiously.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m not surprised by this person’s arrival,” he continued slowly, his tone calm.
"Because this wasn't the first... or the second attack I'd ever encountered."
Ye Yihe thought to himself, "Is this what they mean by 'It's not the theft itself that's scary, it's the thief's eye on it's the theft'... After all, the church looks very wealthy."
“I’ve been thinking about what to do with this item,” the bishop turned around and gestured for Ye Yihe to come over. “Perhaps it’s time to make a decision.”
It was clear that he had already driven away robbers more than once, and these people had nothing to do with robbery.
In the stillness of the night, the bishop led Ye Yihe through the long corridor to a luxurious room at the far end of the church. Inside, there was a high platform covered with gold-threaded dark red silk, and golden icons covered the four walls. The dome was also decorated with magnificent and intricate creation murals.
Ye Yihe had heard about this before and knew that only priests and higher-ranking clergy were allowed to enter—especially the heavy wooden box on the table, which he could only carry on a tray and was not allowed to touch.
Normally, Ye Yihe would at least follow these complicated rules out of consideration for Potato and the original owner of the body, but now that the bishop had let him in, he stepped in without a second thought.
The bishop picked up the wooden box placed in the center of the altar, saying, "Most people think this is a symbol of the sanctuary of Jesus."
"Yes, pretend to enshrine his ashes." Ye Yihe nodded in understanding.
"But in fact, it contains another contraband."
At this point, a smug smile even appeared on the bishop's face, as if he were secretly doing something underhanded in the name of the Lord.
"It's a superpowered weapon capable of destroying the world—and its manufacturing instructions."
Listening intently with the help of a translation patch, Ye Yihe's expression gradually transitioned to speechlessness: "………………"
The words "God" and "superpowers" are both outside the realm of science, but it feels really strange to suddenly hear them coming out of the mouth of an old theologian.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should believe in supernatural weapons that could destroy the world, or in a fictional derivative of the doctrine of God's existence.
In short, it's outrageous!
"You did not do anything wrong by choosing to conceal your power."
Perhaps because Ye Yihe's expression was too subtle, the bishop kindly comforted him.
—I have no idea what strange reasons he came up with regarding Ye Yihe's identity.
"This is not a power that can be shown to the world—it may be seen as heresy, or it may be abused by the authorities for war and killing... but I still choose to regard this power as a miracle of the Lord."
"However, it is clear that it should no longer be a forbidden object in this world."
The trident candlestick on the altar burned eternally, its flame flickering and swallowing the few pages of paper taken from the wooden box.
Ye Yihe watched the whole thing from the sidelines, like a silent witness.
He actually had a strange sense of déjà vu about the bishop's statement, like an old man in a martial arts novel who possesses unparalleled skills and is constantly coveted by the villain, who eventually passes them on to the protagonist before his death—or the protagonist finds the secret manual after his death—while he watches as this unparalleled skill is burned to ashes.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the event. Resurrection Points +20.]
Xiao Ai's sweet voice rang out, showering Ye Yihe with flowers.
Ye Yihe didn't care whether those few pages of the secret manual were real or not; he only felt a sense of relief.
Finally... I don't have to be a potato fairy anymore...!
Closing his eyes, Ye Yihe happily relinquished control of his body—
—Doss opened his eyes and saw that the last few pages of paper had been burned completely.
"…………"
The ashes of paper floated in the air, and the embers slowly dissipated in the reflection of the embers—and his silence at this moment was so profound and long.
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