Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Ji Yunshu pursed his lips.

Looking at Jing Rong's serious and worried eyes.

Say: "That jade card!"

"Jade brand?"

Did not understand!

Ji Yunshu: "Do you remember when we met a Hu Yi merchant in a broken temple on the way from Jinjiang to Beijing?"

Jing Rong was confused, thought about it, and nodded: "Remember!"

"I took a laparotomy for his dead wife, and he gave me a jade card as a thank you. He said that he would come to Hu Yi in the future and use Yu Pei to find him."

"The jade plate with a peacock carved on it and a'Nan' engraved on it?" "Well!" Ji Yunshu looked dignified, recalling the scene in the broken temple just now, and said, "Just now a man in black had his sword right When I got it right, I could almost kill my life, but at that time, the jade brand fell off my sleeve. The man in black was shocked when he saw it.

Then he picked up the jade card and ordered to retreat."

After all, she was full of doubts!

Jing Rong said: "You mean, the man in black didn't kill you because of that jade card?"

"I think... yes."

The statement has paused.

But Ji Yunshu is very sure, that is!Jing Rong also recalled that about two years ago, he said in his mouth: "That Hu Yi, I remember him as Kecha! At that time, he had five peacock hair tails embroidered on his robe and shoulders. The peacock belonged to Hu Yi. The spirit bird, the five feathers, represents the identity of the noble Huyi. It can be seen that if Kecha is not a relative of the imperial family, he is not an ordinary person! Therefore, the jade card he gave you is probably related to his identity. Relevant, if this is the case, then the group of black men in the broken temple should have known Kecha, so we considered them as Kecha, and then ordered the withdrawal

Retreat!"

"Perhaps, there is another possibility." Ji Yunshu said.

Jing Rong looked at her eyes and read what she wanted to say in her heart.

So he grabbed her words: "You want to say, maybe the black people are the people of Kecha!"

Those gangs in black are the people of Kecha!

This sentence suddenly let the whole thing fall into a huge vortex.

Deeper and deeper.

Ji Yunshu: "If this is the case, then this matter... is much more complicated."

The gang in the broken temple, what are they from?

Who was in the sack?

Why did those people in black come to rescue?

Who is the identity of Kecha?

Ji Yunshu was full of doubts.

Jing Rong took her hand and comforted: "Don't think too much."

She took a deep breath.

Nod.

The next moment, she realized that Jing Rong had not changed her wet clothes, and urged: "You must change your clothes first."

Jingrong obediently obediently.

Stripped her upper body in front of her.

Ji Yunshu clearly saw the old injuries on his body.

Arms, back, chest!

She had never paid such serious attention before.

It turned out that Jingrong had so many wounds.

Can't help but red eyes.

Jing Rong leaned down and looked down at her quietly.Ji Yunshu stretched out his hand involuntarily, and his fingertips gently touched a scar on his arm, saying, "This scar was left by me when you were in Yizhuang two years ago. At that time, there was grouper poison on the sword. I remember when I held you, you were all pressed on me,

But obviously was seriously injured, you still have to bravely tell me that it's okay."

After that, her fingertips slipped a little bit on Jing Rong's left chest.

That scar is very deep!

Branded on his chest muscles."This is when I went to Liangshan to find a clue in order to investigate the disappearance of the capital. You were injured to save me. At that time, if I found that there was blood on your clothes, I would endure not telling me." She touched again With another arrow wound on his chest, he said, "I remember, this is when we went from Beijing

When I was on the way to Yufu, I was taken to Gaoshanzhai. You were shot by an arrow to save me, and I almost died...

Every time, she remembered clearly!

When her trembling fingers moved a little bit to the wound on Jing Rong's back--

Jing Rong has embraced her in her arms.

Hold tightly!

"Don't say it." Jing Rong buried her face deeply in her neck.

Her eyes were crimson, and the crystal tears rolled wildly in her eyes.

It finally fell!

Hot tears fell on Jing Rong's sturdy shoulders.

It turned out that she remembered every scar on his body!

And every scar that burned on his body represented his love for her.

The two hugged each other tightly!

Outside.

The fire in the ruined temple in the distance reflected the dark sky with fiery red.

Flashed in the hazy rain.

...

Soon the heavy rain stopped.

The mountains are hearty.

It's getting bright.

In a long bamboo forest, a group of men in black were standing, holding torches, standing back and forth, and in front of them were two sacks filled with people.

The leading man in black ordered: "Open!"

The two men in black immediately untied the sack.

Inside, it really is human.

Two men.

One is around forty-five years old.

A twelve years old.

Both hands and feet were bound by rope, unable to move, a black cloth was blindfolded in the eyes, and cloth was stuffed in their mouths.

"Hmm..."

They don't know where they are now?

Do not even know who is facing?

The fear of no light made the twelve-year-old child start to struggle.

"Hmm..." There was a voice of fear in his mouth.

The men in black ripped off the cloth on their eyes and the cloth in their mouths.

In the face of the torches ignited around, the light punctured, and the two instinctively looked away.

It takes a while to get used to it.

When the boy saw the man in black around him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and became frightened. He shrunk his feet and grasped the clothes of the man next to him with both hands.

The sound seemed to alarm the birds in the bamboo forest.

And the middle-aged man who was called "daddy" by the boy did not have any fear in his face and eyes.

Despite the embarrassment at the moment, the person's bones were vaguely visible.

Presumably, not ordinary people!

The middle-aged man slowly stood up and pulled his son up.

The boy shrank behind him.

"Dad, I'm afraid."

Shaking all over.

"Don't be afraid!" The middle-aged man grabbed the boy's hand and then asked the people in black around him: "What the hell are you?"

The voice is calm!

The leading man in black stepped forward and said clearly: "Master Chen, it's me."

Uh!

The middle-aged man was surprised.

His eyes glanced at the men in black.

Frowning and asking: "You?"

The man in black pulled the black cloth off his face.

A cold, serious face appeared.

Middle-aged men are stunned."Lian Finch?"