Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Song Zhi watched Zhang Xiaobai walk around in the cell for most of the day, but he didn't sit on the ground, just walked around the corner of the cell, and occasionally stretched out his feet to probe the pile of messy straw, just toes Before they touched it, they quickly shrank back.

Just go back and forth many times.And he kept complaining, "I don’t want even ghosts to stay in this place, it’s so dirty, there is no place where I can walk, I’m so stinky, I don’t even have rats, it’s disgusting. , I almost vomited. There is no light at all, there is moisture everywhere, if

You will stay overnight and wait until you get older.No, I can't stay here all the time, and I don't want to die, I was wronged, I can't die!"

He chattered for a long, long time...

Song Zhi is the same as the monkey watching zoo.

Look at him quietly.

How long can he be energetic?

Zhang Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, forcing the iron chain on the cell door.

A crackling sound!

The echo echoed in the dark cell with horror.

It also cools the back!

"Let me go, I didn't kill, you can't shut me, let me go, this is not a place for people to stay, even if you don't let me go, you quickly changed the place for me! Come on, you heard in the end No? Come on! I don’t want to die yet."

Howling.

That miserable!

The jailer was soon attracted.

The two jailers came over fiercely, and raised their hands with a big knife in their hands, and knocked hard on the stake.

"Noisy, noisy, noisy? If you dare to scream here again, I will seal your mouth."

Zhang Xiaobai said, "The two brothers who sent the official, I didn't really kill anyone. You tell Master Zhuo to let him let me go."

"Are you dreaming? Now that you are the biggest suspect, maybe the king was killed by you. How could Master Zhuo let you out?"

"I didn't really kill anyone!"

"If there is any killing and other investigations, it will be known naturally." The jailer was impatient.

Zhang Xiaobai stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the jailer's clothes, saying, "Then you changed the place for me, I don't want to sleep here, maybe, you get me a clean quilt, and then take some oil lamps, the best Prepare some more food for me."

"What?" the jailer smiled. "You think you are the emperor? You still pay so much attention in prison!"

Zhang Xiaobai aggrieved: "Then... if there is no clean quilt, I will die here after a night's sleep. If you leave me here, wouldn't it be equivalent to sending me to death?"

"Why are you so wordy? You are a repeat offender now! It's already good to you if you don't handcuff you with a chain. If you dare to call again, see how I clean up you." .

At the next moment, Zhang Xiaobai flinched back.

He is very timid!However, if he stayed here again and again, he would definitely become inhuman and ghostless, and even if he went out innocent by then, it would be impossible to become a horn.When he thought of this, he hung his heart out, holding the open heart, and said to the jailer, "Then... you at least change it for me

cell."

With a plea.

"You..." The jailer was helpless.

Song Zhi really couldn't see it. He got up and walked to the pile of the cell, and said to the jailer, "Brother Jailer, otherwise, I'll exchange it with Master Zhang. I have windows here."

Upon hearing it, Zhang Xiaobai said, "I'm not going to change with him.

The jailer scolded him with two eyebrows, "You don't want to change, but now there is no other cell for you."

Obviously there are empty cells around!

Zhang Xiaobai thought about it carefully and looked at the cell opposite Song Zhi.

Then gritted his teeth, "Come on."

So the jailer changed the two to their cells.

Although Zhang Xiaobai was transferred to Song Zhi's cell, he was also disgusted. Fortunately, there was no stink on the opposite side. It is estimated that the smell had already been sucked away by Song Zhi, and the light came in through the window. With a warm breath, the moisture on the ground was barely dispersed.

The jailer asked Zhang Xiaobai, "How's Mr. Zhang, is that all right now?"

"Okay!"

Actually not very satisfied, but better than the previous one!

The jailer snorted, pointing at Song Zhi and said, "Look at Song Gongzi, who has been squatting in the cell for several days without a complaint. You just came in and don't get any incense. Live."

Another jailer laughed, "Forget it, let him shout, anyway, Master Zhuo will order soon, and he has no chance to shout again."

"Haha, too."

The implication is that Master Zhuo is very likely to convict him and behead him.

After the two jailers left.

Zhang Xiaobai turned pale.

Song Zhi changed his land and had an excellent state of mind. He found a place to sit down and said to Zhang Xiaobai on the opposite side, "Master Zhang, you should rest first."

Zhang Xiaobai gave him a glance and had to find a slightly clean place to sit down.

Halfway, he asked Song Zhi, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Of course I am afraid, but it is inherently dead!"

"Your mentality is really good."

"This is not a state of mind, and justice is there. If Lord Zhuo really convicted me of a death sentence, I can only say that the adults have lost the law, and justice does not exist."

Zhang Xiaobai, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Song Zhi smiled and did not speak.

Zhang Xiaobai dumbfounded, and suddenly saw a line at his feet.

A very fair and beautiful handwriting.

He read it out, "Sing and sing and go and go."

He didn't quite understand, so he asked Song Zhi, "Is this what you wrote?"

Song Zhi said: "Well, I wrote it by hand and forgot to erase it."

"What does it mean?"

"not interesting."

Ok?

Zhang Xiaobai didn't understand what he meant, but thought the man was very boring.

As a result, each other is quiet.

There was only a cold wind rolling in the cell.

Zhang Xiaobai didn't seem to like this quiet environment, so he suddenly started a topic, looked at the shadow in the cell opposite, and said, "Song Zhi, you are actually quite talented, just temperament...so annoying. ."

I don’t know if it’s a boast, but it will be depreciated.

Song Zhi looked mild: "Everyone said so."

"Oh, why don't you suddenly write poetry? Run to be a storyteller?"

This……

In fact, many people have asked Song Zhi this question, every time he is either silent or casually sloppy.

It is the same now, he returned four words: "It's hard to say a word."

"How can you say it hard?" Zhang Xiaobai asked, "Before you were a great poet in Yiwu, everyone wanted to make friends with you. If you keep writing down, maybe the Holy Name has spread throughout Huyi. If you are lucky, you may already have Be an official."

When Song Zhi heard the words "become an official", his expression settled."There are so many accidents in life, I can't say anything."