Ji Ting seemed to have changed into a different person, no longer timid and inferior.
He stood in front of the crack in the pit, his sleeves dripping with blood, his blood-stained palms covering his cheeks, and a pair of eyes like evil beasts hidden between his fingers.
He chuckled twice: "But so what? If he treats me well, can he change the malice that the whole world has planted against me? Meng Chengzhi is indeed kind, but who said that kind people can't die?"
He is stupid! He is hopelessly stupid. He holds a treasure but does not want to make progress. He is willing to succumb to a small border town and be a powerless old man who can be bullied by everyone, doing meaningless and stupid things.
He clearly knows that I am a stubborn stone. No matter how beautifully he carves me, a stubborn stone will always be a stubborn stone and cannot become jade!
His expectations for me are so naive that it makes people laugh. I myself have never wanted to work hard to become jade, so why should he assert for me without authorization and want to turn me into what he wants me to be!"
Balian said: "If you want to rot until you stink, no one will mind your own business."
"No, no, no." Ji Ting put down his palms, his cheeks stained with blood, and grinned, his teeth white.
"Everyone wants to be a master, and I want to, but Meng Chengzhi doesn't understand me. I hate his soft-spoken gentleman style. I'm a hungry wolf that eats raw meat, and I don't want to wear that benevolence and righteousness."
Use fake skin to restrain yourself and act like a well-behaved sheep.
It is clear that all paths lead to shortcuts, so why do I have to fight against others and fight head-to-head to grab that long road with no end in sight?
There are too many noble and clean people like you on this road. In the process of squeezing, I have to lower my head, clamp my tail, and keep my smile on my face, lest the dirt on my body stain those noble people.
I have to move forward with fear and fear, while nodding my head to thank you for the little space you gave me.
But, when the noble jade chariot rolled over the earth, who would care about the little bit of bright red blood that was crushed on the ground? If an insignificant person like me died in the wild, he would have to be chewed by hungry dogs!"
The dusk reflected the sky and the earth, and the moonlight illuminated his faintly cruel and cheerful features.
Bailian said calmly: "If you die in the wild, Mr. Meng will definitely collect your body and bury it for you, but from now on, there will no longer be such a person."
The simple words were like a sharp sword, piercing the bloody place deep in Ji Ting's heart.
His sadistic eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he lowered his head and laughed at himself: "At that time, death was all dead. It didn't matter whether it rotted and became food for hungry dogs or whether it was a handful of loess or a mat."
He chuckled and said: "The important thing is that the old guy who sticks to benevolence has a soft heart. He clearly saw me killing people and knew that I was not a good person.
But as long as I knelt on the ground, begged, showed mercy, and hurt myself a few times, he softened his heart. Generally, it is best to destroy such soft things. You see, a powerful practitioner like him, bump into
On that big rock, you don't have to be like an ordinary old man, with a broken head and bleeding, kicking your legs twice and returning to the west."
As he spoke, Ji Ting sighed and spread his hands: "After all, I made a mistake and missed a stroke. I originally wanted to use the Devil's Weeping Bead as a lure to deceive you and sacrifice your lives as the price.
I successfully retrieved the beads, but fate is not as good as fate. The two evil ghosts in the millstone couldn't withstand the blood pouring from you two, and they collapsed directly, leading to the big ghost."
He looked at Balian with regret: "I didn't expect that you could defeat this big ghost, but I'm really curious. You only met me a few times, how could you be so sure that the key problem lies with me?"
On your body?
Balian stared at him with no emotion in his eyes: "I went to your house the night Mr. Meng had an accident."
Ji Ting was stunned and sneered with a stern face: "So what?"
"I found San'er there. She was covered in injuries and was very frightened."
Ji Ting said an "ah" in a nonchalant manner: "You said that You Gui Lang's snack, she was very lucky. I wanted to capture her into the deserted city that night for You Gui Lang to enjoy. After all, was she a sacrifice?
But unexpectedly, she met the young monk who was meddling with his business with a whisk and rescued her, otherwise she would not have survived to see you."
The young monk holding the whisk must be Meng Zifei, but it is also consistent with what happened that night.
Ji Ting suddenly laughed out loud: "But I have always been cautious in my actions. Even when I arrested my little sister, I never let her see my face. Even if you found her, she would not be able to tell you that I was there."
It’s better to conspire with ghosts.”
Balian took a deep look at this man. At this moment, the smile on his face was indescribably happy, and the words "my little sister" were also filled with doting and affection as usual.
smell.
"When I found her, I asked her name, and she told me to call her San'er. Her brothers and sisters all called her that way." Balian said calmly.
"..." A crack suddenly appeared in the smile on Ji Ting's face, and his face that was covered in blood instantly became gloomy.
The world seemed to become quiet at this moment.
Ji Ting stood in the wind, like a vicious dog that had its skin ripped open and was covered in blood.
Bailian raised his dark eyes, without sadness or joy, and said calmly: "You are a good liar. If you tell lies for a long time, you may even believe it. Ji Ting,
You may not check it yourself, but you have been lying since I saw you, do you want to hear it?"
Ji Ting's eyes turned dark, like a pond filled with mud that had finally been turned into turbidity.
Bailian said: "You said that You Gui Lang killed you and abandoned you here, but the You Gui Lang I know is cruel and violent. He only strives to do things to the best of his ability and never leaves anyone with a glimmer of hope. Therefore, the wound in your heart is impossible.
It was Yougui Lang who did it. You are lying.
The penetrating wound in your heart was not sustained in this deserted house, but was caused by the fate plate on the maid of Blue Young Butterfly when you tortured her that night.
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The person who is destined to die is not Mr. Meng, but you.
Mr. Meng is not a dying monk in people's eyes. He has already had the qualifications to survive the calamity. I don't understand why he wants to temper his soul and condense half of his life into a parrot and continue to be a leisurely old man.
, and then gave you an opportunity to take advantage of it."
Ji Ting looked at the young man in front of him as if he were watching a ghost.
Balian continued: "You said that your mind has been controlled since you entered the house, but you knew to look for me as soon as you woke up. So the question is, since your mind has been controlled, how did you know that I was in this desert?
At home? So you are lying again.
You said that you are a scholar with meager manpower. Even if you cannot save Ji Ying, you are willing to sleep in an abandoned house for fear that she will be lonely on the road to hell. This is indeed like what a brother said, but you seem to have forgotten that your
Ji Ying is not the only 'sister', but you never mentioned Ji San'er. In this way, this is not like the behavior of a good brother. The so-called 'accompaniment of hell' is a lie.
You said that you and Lan Youdie's maid were from the same hometown, so we had a night chat, but you couldn't tell the maid's name from the beginning to the end, which is another lie.
You said that she was a flower-like person, but she died miserably in the deserted house. But you didn't know that the news released from the inner city to the outside world was that the body of the maid who died tragically due to a ghost disaster was found in the mountain house.
It's not an abandoned house. I think this is false news deliberately released by the female official in the city.
Since you have lost your mind, you will naturally not know that she was buried in the deserted house. The night before, all the corpses in the courtyard were shaken into blood mist by an overbearing force, including the maid, so you cannot get it.
The conclusion is that the maid was buried in the deserted house, but if you say that she is here, then there is only one possibility, and that is that the person who brought her body into the deserted house with your own hands is you.
When you were rescuing your sister in the attic just now, there was no sign of Ji Ying. You were panic-stricken and worried, and questioned the girl inside, saying that she was still locked up here "very well" a few days ago. Although it was just a subconscious sentence, it was precisely because of the subconscious mind.
That's why it's true, Ji Ting, you haven't seen Ji Ying, why are you so sure that she won't be a 'happy student' by then?"
Ji Ting, who had obviously confessed many sins personally, heard this and couldn't help but stare at Bailian's face. Those eyes that had already become crazy seemed to tremble for a moment, and there was an imperceptible redness in the eye sockets.
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