The thief was subdued by the monks who rushed over, waiting for the police to arrive and arrest him.

In that moment, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, praising Xiao Feng's bravery. Some young girls even approached for photos and asked for his contact information.

Just then, a little girl who looked about five or six, with a chubby little face, walked up to Xiao Feng, tugged on his clothes, and looked up saying, "Big brother, this flower is for you. When I grow up, I want to be brave like you and become a hero admired by everyone!"

Xiao Feng took the flowers offered by the little girl, squatted down, ruffled her hair, and unconsciously smiled, watching her return to her mother's side.

Flowers and applause.

Being treated like the center of attention, Xiao Feng finally understood why so many people want to be heroes.

This feeling of admiration and praise indeed brings an indescribable sense of achievement!

Yet, given a choice, Xiao Feng wouldn't want to be a hero because the outcome for heroes is often not ideal; they bear too many burdens and live uncomfortably.

Just imagine, if an ordinary person had stopped the thief, no matter how many flowers and applause they received, would it heal their injuries?

"Hmph!" The little girl stamped her foot in anger.

Her anger wasn't because the little girl gave Xiao Feng a flower, after all, she wouldn't be jealous of a child.

What truly made her dissatisfied was Qi Xiaoman and Xiao Yalan's looks of admiration towards Xiao Feng and their joyful expressions.

It's not like you were the ones who acted heroically, why look so proud?

After a while, the crowd began to disperse, and the little girl who had given Xiao Feng the flower waved to him, sweetly saying, "Goodbye, big brother."

"Goodbye." Xiao Feng waved back with a smile.

Xiao Feng sighed with a sense of loss, wishing Du Qingyue was there; but then he remembered the photos and videos taken by many, thinking he might be able to find himself online.

"Did anyone take photos or videos just now?" Xiao Feng asked the crowd.

"Yes, yes, I did." Qi Xiaoman raised her hand.

"Send it to my phone later; this is a highlight moment."

Speaking, Xiao Feng turned to Lu Yao: "Yaoyao, later edit my video with the one of Old Zhao sprawled on the bus, to show him the gap."

The group was speechless. What kind of person is this?

Looking at the little girl still sulking, Xiao Feng went over and handed her a flower: "No need to be so gloomy, here, have a flower."

"Pff, I don't care!" the little girl replied irritably.

But despite her words, her body reacted sincerely and took the flower.

The monks at Qingquan Temple damaged the drum, so hitting the drum was out of the question; the crowd decided to return to the main hall to see if the chanting had ended.

However, after a few steps, they heard footsteps rushing towards them and someone gasping for breath shouting, "Dear emissaries, please wait!"

Xiao Feng and the others turned to see the monk who had been in charge of collecting money earlier.

"Anything wrong?" Xiao Feng asked.

The monk took several deep breaths to catch his breath and explained, "I saw you all waiting in line for a long time and helped prevent a loss for our temple; please wait a moment while my brother carries over a new drum for you to hit free of charge."

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

For this, the monk seemed rather sincere, knowing to repay kindness!

After a short while, a young monk carrying a drum came over and placed it on the drum stand. But this drum was much smaller than the previous one, shrunk by at least three to four times, almost the size of a waist drum.

Moreover, placing this drum on the stand looked mismatched, not as exaggerated as putting a meatball on a table of eight immortals, but not far off.

Besides these, the color and design of the drum skin were unlike any typical drum seen.

The drum skin was somewhat dark, seeming to have a layer of dust and adorned with black patterns, resembling some sort of totem or symbol.

"This looks like a yo-yo!" The little girl couldn't help but laugh, her mood instantly cleared up.

Everyone chuckled, but had to admit the little girl's description was quite accurate; the drum's thin middle looked much like a yo-yo kids play with.

The monk couldn't help but be startled by the drum: "Why did you bring such a small one when asked to change the drum?"

The monk delivering the drum replied helplessly, "I wanted to switch it for a bigger one, but all the large drums have been borrowed by Qingquan Temple; this was the only one I dug up from a corner; otherwise, there wouldn't be any drum at all."

"Seems Qingquan Temple's bastards planned this long in advance." The monk couldn't help but curse, but quickly clasped his hands in repentance, muttering, "Forgive me, Buddha, forgive me."

After a moment, the monk apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry dear guests, perhaps you can make do and hit it twice?"

Xiao Feng wanted to decline, but Jiuye agreed upfront: "Better than nothing, leave it here."

These words made Xiao Feng realize something was amiss; he looked at Jiuye, who slightly shook his head and signaled for him to hit the drum.

Confused, Xiao Feng wondered what Jiuye had noticed, but still stepped to the small drum, made a fist with his finger protruding, and tapped the drum surface.

"Boom..."

The sound instantly made Xiao Feng's pupils constrict; the drum's sound was surprisingly peculiar.

As he struck it, Xiao Feng felt his heart skip a beat, followed by a chest discomfort, nausea, and a gagging sensation.

If one had to describe this feeling, it was like being on a bus where the driver frequently slammed on the brakes; upon alighting, feeling dizzy and nauseous, wanting to vomit but having to hold it in.

Xiao Feng looked at the others and saw everyone frowning slightly, seemingly feeling some discomfort.

He didn't rush to ask Jiuye what he discovered, instead continuing to tap the drum to see if the previous sensation was a mere illusion.

"Boom boom..."

After two more hits, it was confirmed the discomfort wasn't an illusion; the sounds produced were even more unsettling than the previous one.

The monk collecting money couldn't help but gag, visibly changing face.

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