"Merciful and compassionate Buddha."
"Merciful and compassionate Bodhisattva Guanyin who saves those in distress."
"Lord Heavenly Venerate, great grandfather Emperor, save us, save us!"
There was no response, only the furious attack remained, and the gradually fainting woman, blood flowing out, the man's head buzzing, recalling his childhood when the family had some land, sitting on a small boat during temple fairs, pushing through the reed clusters to other villages.
Seeing the woman on the wooden bridge beside the opera stage, dressed in white cloth, black hair, shining eyes gazing at him, no stars in the sky, water dark, himself sitting on the boat, swaying in the waves, just like swaying inside the woman's eyes.
His head was buzzing.
He saw the mallet soaked in blood.
Stretching out his palm, Steward Li ignored the man behind, only panting, looking at the motionless woman. He didn't use Inner Strength, just venting with fists and feet.
