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The latter said silently, "If I answer this question, can you hide it for me?"

"It's hard to say, I still don't fully trust you." Bai Ge shook his head: "After all, the mystery of the secret room has not been solved yet. I don't know whether you are a monkey invited by the accomplices to mislead people on purpose."

"Then I don't need to answer you."

Zhending said indifferently: "I just carved the words, didn't I?"

"That's good, but I think so, others may not think so."

Bai Ge closed the scroll: "Whether your innocence is in the eyes of those who want to protect themselves is not important... At least you have to stay in the guest room until I find out the truth."

"Do you threaten me?"

Monk Zhending had a heavy expression on his face.

"You worry too much, it's for the safety of others."

Bai Ge said: "This is also for your safety. If you are worried about something, you can confess to me. At least I can guarantee your safety and a certain degree of freedom..."

Zhending's face sank like water, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "I can tell you something..."

"Please start your memory killing." Bai Ge thought about it, but he compromised quickly.

"It's nothing unusual. The couple who died in the dragon boat poisoning case 30 years ago were my adoptive parents." Monk Zhending said slowly, "They died for no reason. As a son of man, I should Find out what the truth is."

"It's reasonable, no wonder you went to Dragon Palace, the purpose is not to copy any scriptures, but the case." Bai Ge took a look at Zhen Ding: "You are at least 30 years old now."

"It took me more than ten years to sit down and study Buddhism under the auspices of Guangming Temple, and then I got this opportunity." Zhending said indifferently: "But the files I saw are also fragments."

"Then you don't know anything about the case 30 years ago." Bai Ge was slightly disappointed, and then frowned again: "No...you spent ten years worshiping at Guangming Temple, so what have you been doing for the past 20 years?"

"Of course it's revenge." Zhending sneered: "I found out where all the people on the dragon boat lived and used various methods to investigate the case, and all the suspects... were killed by me. gone."

Bai Ge squinted her eyes: "But there is one last one."

Zhending slowly turned his head: "Nv Ming, she is the last one."

Bai Ge pressed his fingertips on the table, his body tensed: "I understand, you went to the Dragon Palace to copy the scriptures, not for some files, you don't want to find out the truth at all... No, you don't need the truth at all .”

He smiled, showing his white teeth.

"It doesn't matter what the truth is."

"To me, that's just a process, a phase, of revenge."

"It's best to be able to find out the truth, but if I can't find it, I won't put my plan on hold and waste time because of it."

His facial features were blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if smeared with blood.

"Kill all suspects, it doesn't matter who the murderer is."

"It's only the last step, and my revenge is complete."

"No one can stop me!"

Monk Zhending suddenly raised his wrists and formed a seal with both hands.

He was clearly a crazy avenger, but he used the Buddhist seal, the seal formula.

Bai Ge was about to leave, but as soon as he turned his head, his head hit an invisible wall, and the dull sound was like a bell.

The papers of scriptures scattered on the table fluttered, and the scriptures written with mana acted as a substantial seal, trapping him in a cage.

This seal is the backhand that has already been prepared.

Bai Ge snorted coldly, the innate sword energy swept across, piercing the invisible barrier.

I only heard a sharp voice, but Zhending did not continue to fight with Baige Hard Steel.

He has practiced in Guangming Temple for ten years, so it is naturally impossible not to know that the top three are in the world. In terms of strength, he must not be an opponent of Baige. This cage can only trap the opponent for a few breaths. This short period of time is exactly what he needs. Every second counts.

Monk Zhending stepped out of the room and bumped into Princess Beihai who was going out on crutches.

After being beaten severely, the dragon girl became cute and cute, and when she saw the mage, she took the initiative to salute with her palms together.

"Master, good evening..."

"Go away!"

Zhending shook Princess Beihai back with a palm. She was physically strong, but she was not injured, but the force of the push made her fall backwards, her buttocks first fell to the ground, and she rubbed along the floor for a distance of more than ten steps.

Two seconds later, the entire dragon boat heard screams of pain, more heart-piercing than a groundhog.

The voice was so sharp and penetrating that everyone on the deck could hear it clearly. They rushed towards the cabin, fearing that it would be another murder case.

The situation was extremely fermented, Zhending's face was gloomy, and he knew that he was destined not to hide it for a long time.

But luckily...he walked through the hall, went straight to the deck, and happened to see Long Jue chatting with several people.

Just behind the crowd, the underworld girl stood like a puppet.

He tried his best to maintain his expression, slowed down his pace, so as not to arouse suspicion, and pretended to approach inadvertently.

The others didn't notice anything strange, and they walked towards this side, and they didn't know who was screaming.

"Master, what happened just now?"

"Young monk doesn't know, maybe..."

Be sure to say something to distract yourself.

But at the end of the corridor, a vast sword light suddenly lit up.

Bai Ge kicked the door panel divided by eighteen and rushed out.

His speed is too fast, from far to near in the blink of an eye.

"Bai Song?"

The blue bird asked ignorantly, "What happened?"

Before she finished speaking, Bai Ge had already pointed out her sword finger, and a wisp of sword energy pierced the air.

Walking through the gaps between the figures of several people, leaving a bloodstain on Zhending's shoulder dangerously.

But this failed to stop him, on the contrary, it made the avenger even more violent. Realizing that the opportunity must be lost, he suddenly became violent.

Make seals with both palms, and sing the Sanskrit.

The muscles of his arms are raised high, which is the giant strength of the dragon and elephant.

The Buddha was furious, and the strong men moved mountains!

Behind the people who either reacted or did not react, the avenger suppressed with both palms, and slapped the thin body of the underworld girl.

Even if she was gone, the underworld girl who didn't respond had no self-protection ability at all. If she ate this pair of palms firmly, she would definitely die.

In an instant, everyone reacted differently.

Qingniao was stunned, Yun Qianyan frowned, Qi Xuan was puzzled, Ming Heyuan was shocked, and Long Jue was stiff as if he didn't notice.

Even if Bai Ge swung his sword energy that broke the sound barrier, it was impossible to hit Zhending directly behind him.

Seeing that life and death are clearly defined, no one can save this mad girl who has lost her mind.

In the blink of an eye, it's clear in an instant.

The afterglow of blood on the deck has not yet dissipated.

A smear of blood suddenly stained the clear blue sea red.

An extremely dull echo sounded in everyone's ears, like an evening drum and morning bell.

The soul-destroying bell made a deafening reverberation sound, and crashed three times, each time a strong sound wave was emitted, and the waves visible to the naked eye reverberated.

The triple shock wave hit Zhending who stepped within three feet.

He tried to suppress it with force, but the first sound wave made his ears overflow with blood; the second sound wave made his face like gold paper; the third sound wave made him spit blood from the mouth, the triple sound wave not only protected the underworld Zhou Quan also made Zhending unable to maintain his body, and his figure was thrown high.

The congenital master who was strong and intact a moment ago fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and fell into a coma on the spot, his breath was faint, and he was sluggish.

The soul-destroying bell sound also forced everyone to distance themselves and retreat ten steps away.

Everyone stared at this scene in shock.

"What the hell is...?" Qingniao covered her ears.

"Is that really the soul-destroying bell?" Yun Qianyan frowned: "What kind of terrifying power is this?"

"The soul-absorbing bell is a kind of torture tool. I have never seen it, but I have never heard of such a power." Qi Xuan looked at Long Jue.

"I don't know either." Long Jue shook his head to express his confusion.

"What's the matter with this lay monk?" Ming Heyuan wiped his blood-stained side face: "Can you explain, Brother Bai."

"This sound makes my head hurt. Pick him up first, before he dies." Bai Ge stepped onto the deck, first glanced at the blood-smeared Zhending, then turned his eyes to his heart, and then looked at him again. Looking at the crowd, he spoke slowly: "In short...he is the murderer. Congratulations, this case has been solved."

Chapter 570 Seven Dragon Boat Poison Murder Case ([-])

That night.

After more than half an hour of turmoil, the situation finally calmed down.

On the one hand, Monk Zhending cannot be allowed to die here. As the only person who knows a little about medical treatment, Qi Xuan has to go to nurse him.

On the other hand, the underworld girl also lost consciousness after that, Baige asked Qingniao and Yun Qianyan to take care of her, and the soul-destroying bell seemed to have exhausted its spiritual power, and had no additional reaction to the approaching people for the time being.

Long Jue ran at both ends, it is said that he is preparing a report, which will be sent back to the East China Sea.

The Heilong brothers and sisters are even more autistic and have chosen to stay behind closed doors.

But Baige became idle.

At that time, he was blowing the night wind on the deck.

The night sea surface is glowing with moonlight, is there a fish or two jumping out of the water?

Bai Singer held a self-made fishing rod in his hand and let it hang down a thread.

Sea fishing is indeed possible, but the success rate of sea fishing on a formal ship is undoubtedly very small.

Someone's footsteps came from behind, and he raised his eyes: "Is the matter over there settled?"

"The monk's life was saved, but he was still unconscious and couldn't ask many questions."

Ming Heyuan walked to the edge of the deck and leaned on the railing to look into the distance: "Is this really the end of this matter?"