Chapter 59: The boy is dying

When the old storyteller finished speaking, most of the people dispersed. The rest of the audience began to chatter again, some chatting and some drinking.

Bai Yunhuan followed Lan Yu up to the second floor before the old gentleman began to talk about the book, and when the old gentleman finished speaking, Bai Yunhuan was still on the second floor.

Bai Yunhuan, who was leaning on the railing on the second floor and listening carefully to the old man's story, seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his trip, and also seemed to have forgotten the tiger prison master next to him, Zhi Lanyu.

Lan Yu noticed that when Bai Yunhuan turned around and looked downstairs to listen to the book, she was not annoyed, and stood beside Bai Yunhuan so quietly.

Only then did Bai Yunhuan come back to his senses, and the first sentence was:

"Sister Yu'er, the person the old gentleman said, but is it true?"

Lan Yu said softly:

"It's true. ”

However, Lan Yu still hasn't said a word, that is, where the two of them stand, every window and tile belong to this person.

After all, the Tiger Prison and Baishuzhai are both under the jurisdiction of the Xiaomen.

Bai Yunhuan sighed stupidly, feeling that his heart was empty.

I don't know if I'm disappointed that the story in the book is over, or if I'm disappointed that I can't become the person in the book for the rest of my life.

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It didn't take too long to sign a book that sold his life, and when Bai Yunhuan opened his fingertips and dripped two drops of blood on a piece of black jade, there was a trace of pain in his heart that he had never felt before.

Dare to love your own life, and it is as worthless as this, you can write it on a piece of paper.

However, Bai Yunhuan was not pessimistic, when he decided to enter this tiger prison, the news was clear, and the rules of the tiger prison were also clearly written, and the monks were not allowed to participate in the tiger prison deathmatch.

To say that there is no higher level of death arena?

Certainly not.

It's just that no matter how high it is, Bai Yunhuan knows that he can't beat it.

Fusang City is no better than Fuliu Town, Shuijing Town, it is not a place where you can mix and eat with a few tricks, no matter how you get your skills in the mortal pile, when you get to this city where monks are everywhere, you have to weigh everything you do.

Just in time for the last stage of the last month, Bai Yunhuan has seen it and can handle it.

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Lan Yu deposited the blood-soaked black stone into the wooden box of Qi Xu, turned around and walked out of the room, leaving only a sentence to wait.

According to the process of the Tiger Prison, the two people in the last section have to drop blood and deposit the black jade before the last paragraph, leaving a certificate to some extent, as for the state of life and death, it is just Bai Yunhuan to think about.

Before this, the Tiger Prison had not encountered this kind of situation where one party died before the last paragraph, after all, this city is like this, and what happened is not an accident. Whenever this kind of thing happens, the position of the dead party is arranged by Xiaomen himself, and it is precisely because of this, Lan Yu still doesn't know who Bai Yunhuan's opponent is this time.

After a while, the door opened, and Lan Yu, who came back, had less of a box containing black jade, but an extra wooden tablet half a foot long and a few inches wide, and Lan Yu handed the wooden tablet into Bai Yunhuan's hands.

Bai Yunhuan didn't have time to look at the name on the wooden slip and was about to thank him, but before the words came out.

saw Lan Yu turn around and leave.

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Bai Yunhuan didn't quite understand what was going on, and he didn't know why Lan Yu, who had originally asked Yan Yuese to call Sister Yu'er, went out for half an hour, and when he came back, it was like a different person.

Bai Yunhuan called her that she shouldn't, and walked straight downstairs, Bai Yunhuan lay on the wooden railing, watching Lan Yu trot away.

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Lan Yu, who came out of the hundred study, had a trace of coldness and bitterness on her originally gentle face.

Half an hour ago, Lan Yu went to get the wooden tablet that was supposed to be sent early, but when she got it, she found that something was wrong, because the person who sent the wooden tablet was not the deputy deacon of the tiger prison who had been working with her on weekdays.

When she saw the name written on the wooden tablet, Lan Yu couldn't say it.

That is, when she saw that name, Lan Yu didn't want to see Bai Yunhuan anymore.

She liked this young man very much, not the joy of men and women, but the kind of good feeling that she had seen too much swords and swords in the murder business, and suddenly appeared in a clear spring.

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But the boy was going to die.

It's better to be sad than not to see.

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Bai Yunhuan, who returned to the Li Mansion, first went to Yin Er's house, the little girl was about to sleep and suffered from heat stroke, it is estimated that the quilt was too thick, and her whole face was red, if Bai Yunhuan hadn't lifted a small corner of the quilt, the little girl would have been so hot that she had nightmares.

Bai Yunhuan didn't have to guess to know that Yin Er was now in her arms, and she must be holding the little wooden man she bought for her.

It's not like I haven't tried to secretly take off the little wooden figure while she's sleeping, after all, it's not like a child sleeping with a hard lump of wood.

It's just that every time she wants to take the little wooden figure down and put it at the head of her bed, the little girl wakes up.

As soon as she woke up, she stared at the person who took her little wooden figure, and whoever took it stared at whom.

It's so bad that Bai Yunhuan doesn't dare to touch that little wooden man now.

Bai Yunhuan gently put the little sugar man he bought from the shop at a high price on the small cabinet next to Yin Er's bed, and slowly withdrew from the house.

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remembered that he had asked himself why he saved this girl before, and Bai Yunhuan replied at the time:

"She saved me. ”

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A man sat in the courtyard.

Qiumei, who used to come to talk to herself when she had nothing to do, doesn't seem to like to take care of herself very much today.

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Maybe it was the wooden pimple that the little girl was holding, or maybe it was the Dongfang Fang Lan who used the sword in Mr. Storyteller's book, which reminded Bai Yunhuan of some things when he was a child.

When Bai Yunhuan thought about these things, his back looked lonely.

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In a different part of Fuso City.

In an alley, there lay a dozen corpses in a miserable state.

The muscles and feet of each corpse had been broken, and the blood had clotted, except for the scarlet blood in the throat.

In other words, before everyone died, they all suffered from tendons and limbs.

Blood flowed down the mouth of the alley, and in the blood flow, there was a footstep slowly walking forward.

The owner of the footsteps held an eight-inch-long Mingfeng dagger in his right hand, and the dagger was cold.

It took a few more steps before the man tucked the dagger into his sleeve.

At the corner of the alley, there was a light shining on the man's face.

is a little boy with a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes.

The little boy looked back at the dozen or so corpses, and laughed, his smile as shy and gentle as a girl.

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Under the moonlight, the little boy jumped to the edge of the city, and he shouted happily while jumping:

"I'm going to pick up Sister Dongfang. ”

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As the boy jumped, a small object fell out of his bosom, but the boy jumped as happily as a rabbit and didn't realize that something had fallen off.

The cold white moonlight shone on the small object, a wooden tablet half a foot long and a few inches wide.

Three words were written on the wooden tablet:

"Bai Yunhuan. ”

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