long night walk

Chapter 308 Stubborn Stone's Malice

"You don't have to do anything if you die..." Bailian rolled his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I would like to ask you to raise your hands and roll your sleeves, and let me see your wrists, okay?"

After thinking about it, I didn't expect to hear such a sentence.

Ji Ting's face stiffened, only to feel that the gentle boy in front of him suddenly turned into a poisonous snake that bared its fangs at him.

His whole body shrank back fiercely, and the two outstretched hands also bounced back as if touching the tongue of flame.

Cold sweat began to drip from his forehead, his face was still trying to keep calm, trying to squeeze out a smile, and cautiously said: "Engong, what do you mean by this?"

"Literally." Bailian's eyes fell on Ji Ting's sleeves, and although his tone was still calm, he couldn't refuse.

Looking at this young man with gentle brows and eyes, Ji Ting's body was cold and the hairs all over his body could not help standing up.

The sleeves were rolled up, but the wrists hidden under the sleeves had long been blurred with blood. The rolled up flesh was mixed with fine sand and black soil. It looked both dirty and bloody. The stone rubbed off a large piece of flesh.

Ji Ting gritted his teeth and seemed to be reluctant to bear the pain, but also seemed ashamed: "It is said that the useless is a scholar, Ji Ting usually doesn't think so, but what happened today made me realize that I am weak and unbearable. I didn't even have the strength to resist."

Bailian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the injury on his wrist lightly: "How did this injury come from?"

Ji Ting said: "I just fell into the crack of the ground. I think it was a piece of flesh and blood that was rubbed off by the ground stone while struggling."

Bailian narrowed his eyes: "It's a good skill."

Ji Ting just smiled, thinking that he was praising himself as a scholar, but he was able to climb out of such a predicament by himself. Just as he was about to answer, his wrist suddenly hurt, but he was suddenly held by a palm. Wrist wound.

Ji Ting was sweating coldly in pain, and when he lowered his head in astonishment, he saw thick blood flowing from the slender fingers with distinct joints.

He panicked and panicked: "What is the meaning of Engong?"

Baili'an lowered his eyes: "The barren mansion and land are filled with dead sinister things, and the sinister force is vicious. Brother Ji Ting has been cursed by the ghost man, and now the wound on his wrist is stained with sinister soil. If it drags on for a long time, I am afraid that it will inevitably become bone rotten meat."

He said terrifying things lightly, and took the Qiushui sword, the sharp blade gestured twice between his wrists, smiled slightly, and said: "If you want to keep this arm, I'm afraid Brother Ji Ting will have to do it. It's been a pain in the ass."

I don't know if he was deterred by this 'pain on the bones', Ji Ting's face turned pale.

The choked arm began to tremble slightly, but at this moment, his eyes were not frightened. After the arm trembled a few times, it unexpectedly became calm.

His voice was no longer submissive, and he said hoarsely: "I don't understand, why are you so sure that I am from You Guilang?"

Bailian thought about this question seriously, and then said: "Is it difficult to see it?"

Nothing hurts more than this flat and well-founded tone.

So Ji Ting was a little angry: "I think I have been hiding well all along."

Bailian shook his head: "If that's the case, you won't let Fang Geyu doubt you."

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at the eldest lady who was rolling her eyes. His expression turned cold a little: "I don't understand."

Bailian sighed lightly and said, "Although you have always tried your best to play a good brother, you have too many flaws."

Ji Ting sneered twice: "Is this a winner's privilege, after debunking all the truth, come back to show off your ingenuity and ingenuity?"

For his sarcasm, Bailian just looked at him and said softly: "If you like a more straightforward solution, I can also satisfy you."

This sentence is an understatement, and even a bit thoughtful.

But it happened that Ji Ting's feet were cold, and the coldness that was piercing the bones suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

Because he is convinced that as long as he should be, this young man will definitely kill him with one sword without hesitation.

Even if there is still something in him that interests him.

Ji Ting swallowed his saliva unconsciously, took a few deep breaths of cold air, and decided to pick up his tail and delay for a moment.

"You... how on earth did you see that there was something wrong with me?"

"From the beginning."

"In the beginning?" Rao was holding Ji Ting who was procrastinating for time, and he couldn't help but feel a little bizarre when he heard this.

He laughed at himself: "It turns out that you suspected me the first time you saw me in this deserted house, you seem to be gentle and amiable on the surface, there is no city to speak of, but you didn't expect it to be like this A naturally suspicious person."

Bailian raised his eyebrows and smiled, but he didn't have to repeat his suspicions when he saw anyone.

He let go of Ji Ting's wrist, put Ji Ying's corpse into the clear water jade, wiped the blood in his palm, and said, "No, you are wrong, before entering the deserted house, I knew that you were killing Lan Xiaodie. The murderer of the personal maid."

Ji Ting's face suddenly became extremely wonderful: "You even guessed this..."

Fang Geyu didn't think of this either, and said in surprise, "So Meng Chengzhi is innocent? But he clearly has an apricot flower print on his wrist."

Bailian said: "If Mr. Meng is really a murderer, he would not easily show the imprint of the ghostly apricot flower to others. Isn't this telling others generously that he betrayed Xianling City and followed the ghost path?"

This point really doesn't make sense, but what Fang Geyu can't understand is: "Even if the apricot flower ghost seal can be framed by You Guilang deliberately, but Meng Chengzhi apologized in front of the holy tomb, but it was in front of everyone's eyes, so what's the matter? Say?"

Bailian touched the jade between his thumbs, looked at Ji Ting, and said, "It's natural to feel guilty in self-apology, but it's not the guilt that kills people, but the guilt that taught you such a murderous person. students to come."

Fang Geyu's expression gradually turned cold: "So that's the case, after all, Master Yan may not be able to teach high-level disciples, Meng Chengzhi has no distinction, and there are always a few rotten fish and stinky shrimps hidden in the mud. The stench is harmful to people."

Ji Ting laughed, not ashamed on his face, but very proud, his smile almost distorted.

"Yes, you're right, I'm a born rotten fish and stinky shrimp, struggling in the mud, but if a straw floats down, I'm willing to tighten my grip and climb up by any means possible.

Wherever there is a meaty smell, I will drill there. I admit that Meng Chengzhi is a good person. He treats me very well, and he does not think I am a stubborn stone. He taught me to carve this stubborn stone day and night. "

Fang Geyu looked at him coldly.

(End of this chapter)