Jiang Zimo thought for a moment, nodded to Ying Bailu, who looked confused and frightened, and motioned her to follow its instructions. Ying Bailu's face was pale, and the red lipstick on her lips had been spent just now, and it looked dim.
Under the candlelight, her delicate lips looked a little colorful, and her eyes were filled with inexplicable panic and fear.
Instinctively, she no longer wanted to continue playing.
However, the game has progressed to this point, and they have no way out.
Encouraged by Jiang Zimo's eyes, she had no choice but to write the first question on the paper using this awkward gesture.
"Bixian, are you a boy or a girl?"
The golden tip of the pen rustled, and it quickly drew a circle on the character "male".
It's a man!
Inexplicably, everyone felt relieved at first, and then tense again. Yang Yang also frowned at Ying Bailu accusingly, which means that no matter whether he is a man or a woman, in short, everyone is a ghost. It is useless for you to ask these questions.
what?
Ying Bailu also looked a little regretful. She thought for a while and then wrote down the second question: Bixian, when will I get married?
This time Bi Xian's answer was a little slow. It took about half a minute before he picked up his pen and answered: Three years.
Three years? Does this mean that Ying Bailu's marriage will appear in three years? Or does it mean that her marriage can only last three years? The answer seems a bit ambiguous.
Now there was only one last chance to ask questions. Ying Bailu was obviously a little nervous and hesitant. She thought for a while and then solemnly wrote: Bixian, I once dreamed of a man in my dream. Please ask him if he loves me.
?
The golden pen tip began to slide again, and soon he made a circle on the word love. But then, he also put a question mark on the back.
What does this mean? The answer is love, but there is a question mark at the end. Is it love or not?
Ying Bailu looked at Jiang Zimo with confusion. It could be seen that she actually wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Zimo stopped her impulse with firm eyes. So she could only hand the pen on the back of her hand to Jiang Zimo.
Ink's hands.
Jiang Zimo happily wrote down his first question on the paper, Bi Xian, is Murong Yuanhong my mother-killing enemy?
He chose YES and placed two heavy circles on the word YES.
Jiang Zimo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked, "Did he use poison as a killing tool?"
He quickly drew a circle on the word YES.
Jiang Zimo confirmed what he was thinking, and then wrote down his last question on the paper: Can I kill him to avenge my mother?
Unexpectedly, his choice this time was made after a long period of consideration, and it was a firm no.
Jiang Zimo couldn't believe it. She almost immediately wanted to pick up the pen again. However, before she could ask any questions, he had already taken control of the pen and wrote on the white paper: The father's debt is paid by the son.
Father’s debt must be paid by son?
In other words, everything Murong Yuanhong did will be repaid by Murong Qingyi? No! Why is this? This is not what she wants!
Jiang Zimo was unwilling to give in and still looked at the pen blankly. However, he seemed to have decided to keep silent to her. No matter how much she prayed, he still refused to answer.