Chapter 240 San'er
From the old ghost killing people, to unexpected rewards, and then with the guidance of the Fourth Sword Heart Demon, he ate the Bashu noodles that he could eat.
Finally, because of the cinnabar sword seal on the tip of the ear, the real Fourth Sword girl's attention was attracted. In a few words, she started to discuss the truth, and took out the "Snow Collection" which was broken.
The clever thing is that the lady boss of Bashu Xiaomian was very familiar with Meng Chengzhi and knew that there was a sequel to "Snow Collection" in the old study, so she was guided into the old study and met the old man in the study. We only knew each other for five days, and when we met again, they were already dead souls.
Where did the missing parrot go?
Are the three Ji brothers and sisters still alive?
What is the reason for the rules of hanging upside down on the ghost mountain?
The test questions hidden deep in Xianling City have been drawn up. Then, it is time to wait for the blank answer sheet to fill in the answers.
In the past few days, Bai Lian has not seen Sister Lin Yuan or Lin Guiyuan’s body.
I heard from Fang Geyu that she arranged Lin Yuan in the river in the border town and arranged the tasks for her to have other plans.
Lin Guiyuan, on the other hand, was tied up with a talisman rope. He looked like a demon that had been subdued. He was captured by Li Beifeng and sent to the undercover forces of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance in the city.
Chai Ye stayed at home and practiced in seclusion every day. I heard that he had mastered a new eye technique, which was very powerful and could see things that others could not.
The big exam is coming soon, but it is a bit abnormal for him to master such a pupil technique, because it cannot bring him any improvement in strength.
However, for Fang Geyu, he did a very good job.
As for An Siqi, she is truly practicing in seclusion, grasping the abundant spiritual power of the fairy city, and not daring to have any thoughts of desolation.
Fang Geyu seemed indifferent to everything, but the net she cast in secret was all under her control.
Just as Balian said.
She wants this piece of Xianling City.
It’s not about wanting, because whether you want it or not depends on your own strength.
Her strength does not allow her not to compete for this unpleasant Xianling City.
The storm is coming, and ghosts are coming over the city.
A silent and silent snow fell on the city with a sense of solemnity.
Bailian and Fang Geyu finally waited for the first answer sheet that allowed them to write.
The night is deep.
Bailian closed his umbrella and stood under the small Di Lao Temple outside the alley intersection, as if he was quietly waiting for something.
Cautious footsteps came from behind him.
A small shadow fell on the white snow ground.
Bailian didn’t look back, but he had already guessed who it was.
Because the handle of the glass umbrella under his hand was slightly hot.
The Liuli Umbrella once hid a trace of the soul, and there are records of traces and auras. Now, the owner of the soul is approaching him, and the umbrella will naturally react.
A cold and trembling little body hugged him tightly from behind, with a helpless cry, and whispered: "Big brother..."
Bailian lowered his head and looked at only The small, thin arms holding his thighs were as thin as wood.
In such a cold winter, she was wearing very thin clothes, and her arms were exposed to the wind and snow. Her skin turned blue from the cold, her fingertips turned purple, and there was pus and blood from the frozen wounds. It flowed out of his skin and stained his clothes.
He turned around slowly, took off his coat and put it on the little girl's skinny body, wrapped her up, and opened the umbrella to cover her from the wind and snow above her head. He couldn't give a mortal a warm hug, so he took out the buns he bought early in the morning from his sleeves.
He gave the bun to the little girl. The hot bun was wrapped in butter paper and felt warm in his hands.
Bailian looked at the helpless and trembling little girl in front of him. The corner of his eye was injured by someone unknown, as if it had been hit by a blunt instrument, breaking open the ferocious bloody mouth. The mottled blood condensed into blood, and she cried. In the meantime, the wound burst and blood flowed out.
The little girl's cry was choked with sobs, but she didn't dare to cry loudly at all, and she held it back to look pitiful and sad.
While crying and sobbing rapidly, she said: "Brother, if you can save me, can you save my second sister!"
Bailian nodded and asked: " Where is your brother?”
The little girl cried harder, her shoulders hunched, as if she was about to lose her breath, and her innocent and young eyes were full of grief: "My brother... is dead!!!"
"Dead?"
The Ji family's little sister cried with a strong fear, as if she had been frightened out of her wits in this deep snowy night.
Her frostbitten fingers clenched tightly on the robe that Balian put on him, her voice shivered and incoherent: "My brother... was killed..."
Bailian's eyes were downcast, and he saw three orange-red apricot blossom marks faintly emerging between the little girl's wrists, which were blue and blue from the cold.
The mark was incomplete, as if some kind of wet oil paint had been applied and then blurred shortly after being applied.
Fang Geyu said that humans used by Youguilang will have three-petal orange apricot flowers on their wrists.
How could this little girl, who was less than five or six years old, kill someone for Yougui Lang?
Three days ago, three brothers and sisters from Ji Ting's family disappeared. Although there is a high possibility that the three of them died in a secluded house in the inner city, he, who once absorbed the little girl's yang soul into the umbrella, But there was a subtle feeling that she was in the border town.
Surprisingly, she was hiding near the alley at home.
Balian asked softly: "What's your name?"
The girl's Yang soul was once detained by the old ghost and left her shell. It was Balian who brought her soul home. Even though the girl Even though he was young, he still had an inexplicable dependence and trust on Bailian.
She hugged his thigh tightly, her face blurred with tears, and she choked with sobs: "San'er...my brother calls me San'er..."
"Okay , San'er." Balian tore open the butter paper for her, revealing the chubby white bun. His voice and movements were very gentle, and he asked her to hold the bun, and then picked her up with one hand.
Ji San'er didn't know what kind of suffering he had suffered. He stepped on the snow with his bare little feet. When he walked over, the little feet were covered with blood.
He said softly: "San'er, eat the steamed buns first, don't cry."
Bailian asked her not to cry, but the little girl, who had obviously been mentally and mentally broken for several days, was comforted by his few words. down.
She obediently took a big bite of the bun, with tears still in her eyes. The delicious gravy and sweet dough were so delicious that she wanted to cry again.
She hasn't eaten for three days.
Bailian took out another bottle of warm sweet soy milk. Seeing that she was eating in a hurry, he was afraid that she would choke, so he fed her two mouthfuls of sweet milk. Seeing that her spirit gradually stabilized, he asked slowly: " San’er, do you know who killed your brother?”
The action of eating the buns suddenly froze, and most of the buns in the little girl's hands rolled into the snow. " Devil, that man is a devil! He killed me. Brother! I can’t say his name! He will strangle me to death! That’s a beautiful bird!”
(End of this chapter) )