There was a crisp sound like a bamboo joint being suddenly broken, and the waiter was startled.
Looking at Zhang Ke's face quietly, I saw that his face was gloomy and his eyebrows were knitted together.
Many thoughts flashed through Zhang Ke's mind instantly.
Bai Youan will never collude with monsters, that's for sure, but...
If his kindness is deceived by monsters, it may not happen.
What is the truth?
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why did Bai Youan collude with monsters?"
The waiter swallowed and cleared his throat.
"I heard from the Immortal Chief of Shenyi Sect that Bai...Bai Youan first destroyed Tuocheng's city defense formation during the day, and then quietly sneaked into the city with monsters at night!"
Zhang Ke asked anxiously: "How do you know it was Bai Youan who destroyed the formation during the day?"
The waiter explained: "It was said by Immortal Situ of the Shenyi Sect himself, and many people have heard it!"
Zhang Ke let out a long breath. As soon as he said this, he understood that Bai Youan was definitely not the person who colluded with monsters.
As for who it is, of course we have to find out!
Hehe! Mr. Situ Xian...
He didn't want to know what happened next, so after asking a few casual questions, he sent the waiter away.
Pacing back and forth in the room, checking the weather from time to time.
There is still a violent storm outside the window, and it looks like it won't stop anytime soon.
There was a fire burning in his heart, which made him feel hot all over. He picked up the teapot and drank it all in one breath.
But he was still so manic that he wanted to destroy something.
"Snapped!"
He slapped the table and stood up. He couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't want to wait any longer.
He opened the door violently and rushed out.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
The sound of hurried footsteps made several people eating downstairs turn their eyes.
He ignored the waiter's calls and walked out directly.
After exiting the door, turn right and run towards the mass grave.
This is where he found out about the burial place of the Baiyouan people after asking the waiter in the shop.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and dense lines of rain fell between the sky and the earth. It was so white that no one could be seen even a few meters away.
Mass graves in the west of Tuocheng.
It seems that mass graves all over the world look the same.
Even in the wind and rain, there is still a sense of gloom and desolation.
Zhang Ke recognized the burial place of the Baiyouan tribesmen at a glance.
There is a huge solitary grave mound, which seemed to be a little panicked during the burial.
At this time, it was washed away by the rain, and some parts of the clothes were exposed.
Zhang Ke slowly walked to the huge tomb, took off the hood on his head, and squatted down.
Looking at the grave bag, I was stunned.
Although Zhang Ke and Bai Youan only met once, for some reason, they always remembered him.
I always feel like he is my closest friend.
Perhaps Bai Youan's innocence and kindness are the parts he is missing.
Zhang Ke sat in the muddy ground and let the rain wash over him.
He lowered his head, as if talking to the person in the grave, or saying goodbye to himself, burying the other Zhang Ke into the grave.
"Puff!"
There was suddenly no rain above his head, and Zhang Ke raised his head blankly.
A worn-out umbrella was open above the head, with several cracks in the ribs and rainwater flowing down the ribs.
A thin, withered hand covered with skin and bones grasped the handle of the umbrella.
The owner of the hand is an old man who is also in his final years.
He has messy gray beard and hair, a pale face, cloudy eyes, a stooped body, and wears a set of dirty white clothes.
There was also a circle of white cloth trembling on his forehead, and the old man was trembling.
"Who are you?"
A hoarse, weak voice sounded.
Zhang Ke was secretly vigilant.
"and who are you?"
The old man smiled sadly: "I am Bai Jianyi!"
Zhang Ke suddenly stood up and stared at him with his white eyes.
"Zhang Ke of Dingzhou has met Mr. Bai!"
The old man looked at Zhang Ke's eyes carefully and suddenly said: "You are the Zhang Ke who competed with An An for meat!"
Zhang Ke's face suddenly turned red, and even his face couldn't stand it.
The old man laughed "haha" twice.
"I heard from An An that there was a blind man named Zhang Ke who always bullied him. It turned out to be you!"
"This... is not, that... I...!"
Zhang Ke, who always prided himself on being eloquent, stammered in his explanation.
The old man looked at Zhang Ke carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
He bent down and inserted his fingers into his throat.
"Uh...uh!"
Zhang Ke saw the old man's uncomfortable retching and couldn't help but stepped forward to help him. The old man waved his other hand to stop him.
Then, he induced vomiting out of his mouth a bead the size of a pigeon egg.
After wiping it with the lapel of his clothes, he handed the hand holding the beads to Zhang Ke's.
Two cloudy eyes stared at Zhang Ke.
"The Bai family was wronged. Everything that happened is recorded here. I don't know if it is right to believe you."
"But with my ability, I can no longer reverse the case for the master. I can only trust you, because you are the only person the little master has mentioned!"
"I hope you can hand this bead to a capable person, give justice to the Bai family, and seek an explanation for An An!"
After saying that, the old man opened his hand tremblingly, placed the beads in Zhang Ke's palm, and then helped Zhang Ke close his hand.
"If you live up to An An's affection for you."
"Even if I die, I will haunt you and curse you forever and ever!"
The old man grabbed Zhang Ke's hand with all his strength and said the most vicious words.
Zhang Ke silently clenched his hands. He did not express his position. Whatever he said was useless.
He wants to prove it with actions.
Bai Youan did not see the wrong person!
Zhang Ke left, he wanted to solve the mystery.
No matter who led all this, he vowed to make him pay the most painful price!
No matter who he is!
…
The old man Bai Jianyi held an umbrella and watched Zhang Ke gradually go away.
"Crack!"
The worn bamboo umbrella slipped from the old man's hand.
Bai Jianyi lay on the ground, holding the mud tremblingly, and covered the exposed areas of the grave with mud bit by bit.
The rain kept coming until everything was covered.
The old man just sat down in front of the grave, panting, and murmured: "Master, oh! Ayi is too old and can't do it anymore!"
With trembling hands, he took out a short sword from his clothes.
Turn the hilt of the sword and point the tip of the sword towards your heart.
Sighing: "Oh! No one has taken care of An An yet! Master, there are so many people there, A Yi won't go there, I... I'll go find An An!"
"Alas! This child is really worrying!"
The old man no longer had the strength to thrust the dagger into his body.
He had no choice but to hold the sword like this, lie down, and use the weight of his body to penetrate the dagger through his heart bit by bit.
Until the bloody sword tip protruded from his back.
His body tilted and he fell sideways on the grave. His eyes were fixed on the direction Zhang Ke left without closing them.
In the mass grave, the wind and rain became stronger and stronger, and there were "wuwu" sounds from time to time.
The sound was strange, it seemed like someone was crying.