Chapter 307 The Malice of the Stubborn Stone
“There’s no need to say goodbye to death...” Balian curled his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes: “Please raise your hands and roll up your sleeves, let me see Look at your wrist, okay?”
Though 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 venomous 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, but he was still trying to keep his composure, trying hard to smile, and said cautiously: "My benefactor, what do you mean by this?"
"Literally." Baili An'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 obeyed slowly. Extend your arms slowly.
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 both dirty and bloody. The injury looked like It was like a large piece of flesh had been scraped off by a rough, hard stone.
Ji Ting gritted his teeth as if to endure the pain, but also seemed to be ashamed: "They say that Bai Wuyi is a scholar, but Ji Ting usually doesn't think so, but what happened today made me realize how weak and unbearable I am. Before the chaos of ghosts and gods, I didn’t even have the power to resist.”
Bailian's expression remained unchanged and he looked at the injury on his wrist indifferently: "How did this injury come about?"
Ji Ting said: "I just fell into the crack in the ground. I think I was injured during a random struggle. A piece of flesh and blood was rubbed off the ground stone."
Bailian narrowed his eyes: "It's a good skill."
Ji Ting just smiled, thinking that he was praising him for being a scholar who could still crawl out of such a predicament on his own. Just as he was about to reply, a sudden movement occurred on his wrist. The pain occurred when a hand suddenly grasped the wound on his wrist.
Ji Ting broke out in cold sweat from the pain. 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 this mean, my benefactor?"
Bailian lowered his eyes: "Buried in the land of the deserted house are all dead and resentful things. The evil force is vicious. Ji Ting My brother has been cursed by You Gui Lang, and now the injury on his wrist is contaminated with the energy of Yin and Earth. If it goes on for a long time, it will inevitably cause bone rot and flesh mince."
He said lightly. Talking about the horrible things in an understated way, he took out the Qiu Shui Sword again, made a few strokes with the sharp blade on his wrist, smiled slightly, and said, "If you want to save this arm, I'm afraid Brother Ji Ting will..." I have to suffer a lot of pain from scratching my bones.”
I don’t know if he was frightened by this ‘bone-breaking pain’, but Ji Ting’s face suddenly turned pale.
The strangled arm 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 from Yougui Lang?"
Bailian thought about this question seriously, Then he said: "Isn't it hard to see?"
There is nothing more hurtful than this plain and natural tone.
So Ji Ting was a little angry: "I think I have been hiding it very well."
Bailian shook his head: "If that was the case, you wouldn't let Fang Geyudu face You have doubts.”
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."
Bailian sighed softly and said, "Although You have always tried your best to play the role of a good brother, but you have too many flaws." Ji Ting sneered twice: "Is this the privilege of the winner? It's revealing everything. After the truth is revealed, are you happy to show off your intelligence?"
Regarding his sarcasm, Balian just looked at him and said softly: "If you like it? I can also satisfy you with a simpler solution.”
This sentence was said in an understatement, and it was even somewhat thoughtful.
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 if he should, 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 did you see that there was something wrong with me?"
"From the beginning."
"From the beginning?" Ji Ting, who was holding on 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 seem to be a gentle and amiable person on the surface, and you have no sense of dignity. But I didn’t expect him to have such a suspicious temperament.”
Bailian raised his eyebrows and smiled. It’s not like he would second-guess anyone he saw.
He let go of Ji Ting's wrist, put Ji Ying's body into the jade, wiped the blood on his palm, and said: "No, you are wrong. I knew you before entering the deserted house. He is the murderer of Lan Youdie’s personal maid.”
Ji Ting's expression suddenly became extremely exciting: "You actually guessed this..."
Fang Geyu didn't expect this either, and said in surprise: "So Meng Chengzhi is innocent? But he There is clearly an apricot blossom mark on the wrist.”
Bailian said: "If Mr. Meng is really a murderer, he will not easily reveal the ghost apricot flower mark to others. This is not to openly tell others that he betrayed Xianling City. Followed the ghost path?”
< br>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 in full view of everyone, this What to say? ”
< br>Bailian touched the jade between his thumbs, looked at Ji Ting, and said: "Suicide and apology, of course, I feel guilty in my heart, but the guilt is not about killing people to gain longevity, but the guilt for teaching you such a harmful person. The deadly students are coming.”
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 on his face, but very proud, his smile almost twisted.
“Yes, you are right. I am just a rotten fish and a stinky shrimp. I live in the mud. As long as there is a straw floating down, I am willing to grab it and climb up by any means.
Wherever there is the smell of meat, I will dig in. 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.
(End of this chapter)