Ghost Net Three: Peering into Immortals [Sword Three]

She became vigilant in an instant, and filled herself with an eggshell that was about to end, "What on earth are you thinking? Why did you tell me this? If you want to win me over and harm others, forgive me for not agreeing to you."

Cang Jian shook his head helplessly, "I said, I am a person of faith, and I will not allow myself to do the second irreparable wrong thing. The reason why I tell you is that I think you are the most reliable among these people."

"I'm the most...reliable??? Brother, are you serious?"

Cang Jian laughed it off and didn't say more about this issue.

Tiance is tyrannical, Tangmen is reckless, Mingjiao is full of ghosts, Xiuxiu is selfish and hypocritical, Taoist priest is indecisive, Wanhua is unpredictable, and he himself is the most useless person.

Compared with them, the girl in front of her is neither purely ignorant nor too smart, she is in a natural state just right.

With the light and the dust, and the time to relax, her martial arts can no longer suit her.

Like an uncut jade in the rough...

His occupational disease is really terrible. I really want to carve her like a work of art... Unfortunately, now is not the time to talk about this, and it is impossible for him to resume his career without any grievances like in the past.

"Others are too stupid, I think you are the smartest." Cang Jian casually found a reason to prevaricate her, Liu Lehan looked disbelieving.

Not to mention Shen Huayi, now she feels that even the little Huang Ji in front of her is a hundred times smarter than her.

"In short, I can't trust other people." He added, "If I don't talk about it now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance. I don't know what the future will be. Anyway, I can live one more life."

Back to the heaviest topic.

"Thank you for telling me this," she said in a low voice.

"No, I also follow the trend. To tell you the truth, I suffer from sensory impairment, thinking impairment and cognitive dysfunction. To put it simply, I am schizophrenia. To put it simply, I have mental illness. Originally It’s almost recovered, but it may be that I’ve been stimulated too much, and I feel a little trance these days, and my head hurts for several days.” He took out a small notebook from his body, which was his confirmed case.

Oh, you fellows!Liu Lehan really wanted to pat him on the shoulder and call each other brother and brother, but she held back.

This is her Achilles' heel, which must not be revealed to anyone, especially one who also understands the disease.

"I carry this diagnosis certificate with me when I eat, sleep, and go out. I am afraid that one day I will suddenly get sick and others will not know the situation. So, this time I brought it in together. In order to prevent my sudden relapse, I want to take these clues. Tell someone in advance that if I really get sick, it doesn't matter, you can take me out if you can bring one more, if you can't, just leave me alone, anyway, I will be crazy at that time, and I don't know the pain or worry. The worst The result is that everyone dies together, and death is actually not that terrible." He said it lightly, but Liu Lehan understood the sadness better than everyone else.

She didn't say a word, watched Cang Jian put away the diagnosis certificate again, and suddenly came up with an idea.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I felt that this thought was too abrupt, so I didn't say it in the end.

But is there really such a selfless person in the world?

"Is this third-level weapon really left behind by Shuangfeng?" Liu Lehan asked.

"No." Zang Jian's meaningful smile never faded, and he had to say that he didn't expect her to think of this issue.

"You picked it up on the road. But you didn't take it out when we distributed the equipment."

Keep a third-level weapon, you can change favors when you advance, and you can fire it yourself when you have no way to retreat.

"Your epee didn't fall into the cliff accidentally..." Liu Lehan stared at him, trying to see through him.

"It's really not. If a lone wolf wants to survive among the tigers, it has to show weakness first." Zang Jian's tone was as downcast as a tiger falling into the sun, and he heard the footsteps approaching outside, "It seems that there are still people You can't trust me."

When he walked to the door, he was blocked by an unexpected figure. He seemed to have regained his foolishness in a second, "I'm sorry, I've been delayed for too long, let's go now."

Early morning Chuyang warmed Linfeng's side face facing the light, he looked at Liu Lehan with a look of confusion about what to say but didn't know how to say it, "Yanyan, you... are you okay?"

"It's pretty good, be careful on your way." Liu Lehan passed him by after finishing speaking as if he was on business.

How could it be Linfeng... She thought Brother Hua was really worried about her.

When she walked around the room and saw the situation at the entrance of the dining hall, she immediately gritted her teeth, wishing she could fire the weapon and throw a purple air full of beans right now.

She just said how could it be Linfeng who came here, it turned out that some flowers were trapped in the beauty village!

Not far away was Shen Huayi's slender figure standing against the light, Liu Lehan could just see Nian Yu's expression, the two red clouds flying up his cheeks did not look malnourished at all, it seemed to be very nourished.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, they were talking and laughing, Liu Lehan groaned angrily and went straight back to the room with a stern face.

Originally, I thought Brother Hua would catch up with her and explain a few words, but I didn't expect that there was no movement after a long time. On the contrary, Liu Lehan couldn't bear it and peeked at the crack of the door, and saw him follow to Nianyu's room .

Is this revenge for her following Zang Jian to his room?ah?

But she went to inquire about news and get equipment for someone who has no weapons, okay?

"No conscience!" Liu Lehan was so wronged that she wanted to dance a wave of mountains and calm down. If she didn't enter the hologram, she would be crying now.

"Men are big pigs!" She scolded through gritted teeth, feeling irritated by the scent of ink lingering in the air, she simply ran to Xiaoyu's room, wanting to talk to her, discuss with her, and just move back in!

Anyway, his injury has begun to heal, so she doesn't need to worry about changing the dressing, just move away as soon as possible out of sight and out of mind.

But Xiaoyu was not in the room. The Longmen Inn was so big, and Liu Lehan didn't see her figure, so he thought maybe it was because the temperature hadn't risen in the early morning, so he took a walk around to breathe.

Xiaoyu was not there, and there was no one to talk to... Liu Lehan suddenly sat down beside Qinniang's bed in frustration.

There was no bedding on the bed, but it was just a temporary pile of rags and coats to barely sleep on. At this moment, there was a lot of pus and blood on it, and the stench of yesterday and the tragedy of the wound seemed to be still vivid in his mind.

Why don't you take off the stuff on the bed first...

After Qinniang left, her physical condition was more or less ominous.Even if she really came back, she would definitely not be suitable for sleeping on a crib anymore. How can I wait for someone to really come back? The puddles of pus and blood now look strange.

Anyway, it will be torn off anyway, and there is nothing to do for the time being, Liu Lehan started to tidy up Qinniang's bed, she started from the four corners carefully to prevent herself from getting pus and blood, but when the mess was hugged together, she was caught by a hard The object broke the hand.

what?

After shaking it, it was a Wanhua first-class pen that fell on the ground.

Liu Lehan was stunned, unable to recover from the sound of the pen falling for a while.

The pen is here with Qin Niang, but she never took it away.

Originally thought that she wanted to take away their weapons to harm them. After all, there are scimitars and two swords here, and only Wanhua's weapons are the best to carry, but unexpectedly found a pen at this time.

What's the point of stealing a pen if that's not the point?

——Writing.

Just like last night, apart from weapon use, the only function of the pen is to write.

Liu Lehan stood on the spot and pondered for a moment, frowning tightly, and suddenly threw the things in his hand on the ground in a flash of inspiration, and quickly climbed onto Qinniang's bed to grope around.

There is a voice in my heart.

Although it is not clear, some clues seem to be overlapping.

Qin Niang is writing with a pen, she must be recording something.She might have the record with her, or she might...

Liu Lehan rummaged around, and soon found a notebook in the gap under the bed, but the gap was too small, and the notebook fell along the wall, so it was impossible to reach.

She ran back to the room to get the sword, holding the hilt to try to sweep the book out.

Kneeling on the ground until my knees hurt, I finally touched the book under the dark bed where I couldn't see clearly. Unfortunately, the sword was so sharp that only half of the book came out, and the remaining half was cut off by the blade and left inside.

Liu Lehan picked up the book and blew the ashes on it, saw that the part that was cut off was blank, and guessed that the small half was also blank, so instead of continuing to fight the part under the bed, she sat by the bed and flipped through the book.

This is a diary.

From the time he met Mingyue and Tang Ran, most of the things that Liu Lehan knew about the relationship between the three of them were recorded on it, and there were also some trivial things in life.

The style of this diary with neat and beautiful handwriting suddenly changed on December 12, the day they entered Longmen.In other words, it should be January 31 around one o'clock in the morning.

From that day on, the records became fragmented, and there were records for several periods of the day, but only a few sentences at a time, as simple as possible.

In addition, the handwriting is quite scribbled, because without a pen, Qin Niang should have used a sharp object such as a hairpin to pick out the color on the wall and stone bricks to barely write it down.

Liu Lehan really admires her for being able to find a way to keep a diary under such circumstances.

"I didn't expect God to make such a joke with me. I just wanted me to bring this diary here. Is it for me to reflect on my sins, or to go to hell with my sins?"

"I have a fever, it's inexplicable. How can I suddenly have a fever... I hope I can get better after a night of sleep."

"The fever is getting worse. It seems to be different from the usual fever. My whole body feels like it's on fire...Did I go to hell? I might really die here."

"I haven't avenged Mingyue yet, I can't die."

……

"Tang Ran killed Tiance, haha, dog eats dog, Mingyue can rest in peace."

"I told Taoist everything, and it was funny to see her tangled and heavy. Finally, I was relieved, but she took the burden from my hand. This is undoubtedly the best thing a dying person can do to the world. revenge."

……

After reading the diary, you can know that Qinniang really has a dark sense of humor.Obviously, he was almost unable to hold on anymore, and before he left, he deliberately stuffed the diary in through the crack of the bed. If they could find it, they would write more clues. If they couldn't find it, the worst would be to bury her with her.

"God's will", Liu Lehan once again thought of the word she said when she murdered that girl.

Was it a coincidence that she found this diary, or was it God's will?

Liu Lehan stood up with complicated emotions, and a folded paper accidentally fell out from the middle.She picked it up and checked, and found that the paper sandwiched in the middle was not one of the previous diaries, but a letter.

This is a letter written with a brush, and the handwriting is still neat. It can be seen that the calligraphy skills are profound, and it is better than her dog crawling brush.

But Liu Lehan didn't have the heart to appreciate this pleasing handwriting.

This letter... was written by Qin Niang who stole a pen last night!

Liu Lehan read the letter word by word with ups and downs and fear like riding a roller coaster.

She understood why Qinniang didn't take the diary away.

She also knew that Qin Niang would not come back.

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读者“泫亚lc”,灌溉营养液+102018-07-1900:06:47