"There's no need to say goodbye unless you die..." Bailian curled his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Can you please raise your hands and roll up your sleeves and let me see your wrists?"
No matter how much I thought about it, I never expected to hear such a sentence.
Ji Ting's face froze, and he felt that the gentle young man in front of him suddenly turned into a poisonous snake spitting out his fangs at him.
He shrank back hard, and his two outstretched hands bounced back as if they had touched tongues of fire.
Cold sweat began to drip from his forehead. He was still trying to maintain his composure. He tried his best to smile and said cautiously, "My dear friend, what do you mean by this?"
"Literally." Bailian's eyes fell on Ji Ting's sleeves. Although his tone was still calm, he could not refuse.
Looking at the young man with gentle eyebrows in front of him, Ji Ting felt cold all over, and the hairs all over his body could not help but stand up. His cheeks tightened and relaxed, and his teeth hurt from clenching, but he still slowly stretched out his arms as he was told.
The sleeves were rolled up, but the wrist hidden under the sleeves was already a bloody mess. The rolled-up flesh was mixed with fine sand and black soil. It looked dirty and bloody. The injury looked like it was rough and hard. A large piece of flesh was scraped off by the stone.
Ji Ting gritted his teeth as if to endure the pain, but also seemed to be ashamed: "They say that a scholar is useless, but Ji Ting doesn't think so on weekdays. All the things that happened today made me realize that I am weak and unbearable. Before the chaos of ghosts and gods, I don’t even have the strength to resist at all.”
Bailian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the injury on his wrist calmly: "How did this injury come about?"
Ji Ting said: "I just fell into the crack in the ground. I think a piece of flesh and blood was rubbed off by the ground stone during the random struggle."
Balian narrowed his eyes: "That's a good thing."
Ji Ting just smiled, thinking he was praising him for being a scholar but being able to crawl out of such a predicament on his own. Just as he was about to reply, there was a sudden pain in his wrist, but he was suddenly held by a hand. The wound on the wrist.
Ji Ting was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat. When he lowered his head in shock, he saw thick blood flowing out from the slender fingers with distinct joints.
He was panicked and frightened: "What does my benefactor mean by this?"
Bai Lian lowered his eyes: "Buried in the land of the deserted house are all dead and resentful things. The Yin force is vicious. Brother Ji Ting was already under the evil curse of Yougui Lang. Now the injury on his wrist is stained with Yin soil. If the anger lasts for a long time, the bones will rot and the flesh will rot."
He talked about the horrible things in an understated way, then took out the Qiu Shui Sword, and made two strokes with the sharp blade on his wrist. He smiled slightly and said, "If you want to save this arm, I'm afraid Brother Ji Ting will have to do it." It’s a bit of a scraping pain.”
I don't know if he was frightened by this 'bone-breaking pain', but Ji Ting's face suddenly turned pale.
The arm that was strangled began to tremble slightly, but at this moment his eyes did not look fearful. After the arm trembled a few times, it unexpectedly became calm.
His voice was no longer as solemn as before, and he said hoarsely: "I don't understand, why are you so sure that I am Yuguilang's man?"
Balian thought about this question seriously and then said: "Isn't it difficult to see?"
Nothing is more hurtful than this plain and matter-of-fact tone.
So Ji Ting was a little angry: "I think I have always hidden it very well."
Bai Lian 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 look at the eldest lady who was rolling her eyes. His expression became colder a little bit: "I don't understand."
Balian sighed softly and said, "Although you have always tried your best to play the role of a good brother, you have too many flaws."
Ji Ting sneered twice: "Is this considered the privilege of the winner? After exposing all the truth, you can proudly show off your intelligence again?"
In response to his sarcasm, Bailian just looked at him and said quietly: "If you like a simpler solution, I can satisfy you."
This sentence was said in an extremely understatement, and even had a somewhat caring meaning.
But the soles of Ji Ting's feet felt cold, and a piercing chill suddenly rushed to the top of his head.
Because he firmly believed that as long as he acted accordingly, this young man would definitely kill him with one sword without hesitation.
Even if there is something left in him that interests him.
Ji Ting swallowed unconsciously, took a few deep breaths of cold air, and decided to tuck his tail between his legs, delaying it for a moment.
"You... how on earth did you see that there was something wrong with me?"
"From the beginning."
"At the beginning?" Ji Ting, who was trying to stall for time, couldn't help but take it seriously when he heard this. It was a bit strange.
He laughed at himself: "It turns out that you were suspicious of me from the first moment you saw me in this deserted house. You look gentle and amiable on the surface, but you didn't expect that you would be like this." A naturally suspicious temperament.”
Balian raised his eyebrows and smiled. He didn't have to second-guess and doubt everyone he saw.
He let go of Ji Ting's wrist, put Ji Ying's body into the green jade, wiped the blood on his palm, and said: "No, you are wrong. Before entering the deserted house, I knew you were killing Lan Youdie." The murderer of the personal maid.”
Ji Ting's expression suddenly became extremely exciting: "You actually even guessed this..."
Fang Geyu didn't expect this, and said in surprise: "So Meng Chengzhi is innocent? But there is clearly an apricot blossom mark on his wrist."
Bailian said: "If Mr. Meng is really a murderer, he will not easily reveal the ghost apricot flower mark to others. Isn't this openly telling others that he betrayed Xianling City and followed the ghost path?"
This point does not make sense, but what Fang Geyu cannot understand is: "Even if the Xinghua Ghost Seal could have been deliberately framed by Yougui Lang, Meng Chengzhi committed suicide in front of the holy mausoleum to apologize, but it was in full view of everyone. So what? explain?"
Balian touched the jade between his thumbs, looked at Ji Ting, and said, "It's natural to commit suicide to apologize, but the guilt is not to kill people to gain life, but to teach you such a harmful and life-threatening person. students come.”
Fang Geyu's face gradually turned cold: "I see, after all, a strict teacher may not be able to teach a great disciple. Meng Chengzhi is good at teaching, but his disciples always have a few rotten fish and shrimps hiding in the mud, flooding with stench and harming people."
Ji Ting laughed, not ashamed, but very proud, his smile almost twisted.
"Yes, you are right. I am just a rotten fish and a shrimp born to live in the mud. As long as a straw floats down, I am willing to grab it and climb up by any means.
Wherever there is the smell of meat, I dig in there. I admit that Meng Chengzhi is a good man. He treats me very well and does not think I am a stubborn stone. He teaches me day and night to carve this stubborn stone. "
Fang Geyu looked at him coldly.
