Burning fire

In the middle of the yard stood a young man.

Judging from his stature and appearance, the young man should be younger than Zhang Jueming, probably in his twenties.

A wooden easel stands in front of the boy.He holds a paintbrush in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, using both hands to draw and wipe on the drawing board.

Zhang Jueming sharply saw an old radio placed by the boy's feet, and the music came from there.

"What is he doing?" Lin Juan asked, "Painting with a knife?"

"Knife painting. That's a steel knife." Zhou Qizun narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the yard.

The feeling inside and outside the courtyard is quite different, the outside is sunny and bright, although the courtyard also has sunshine, but it always seems to be gloomy, as if a gnat has been caged, which makes people feel frightened.

"Zhou Qizun, do you have the evil spirit transformation talisman with you?" Zhang Jueming asked suddenly.

Zhou Qizun paused, and put his hand on his trouser pocket: "I have it."

Zhou Qizun glanced at Zhang Jueming's pale side face, and said in his heart, "No matter what, he is always protecting me."

——No matter what, no matter what kind of connection Zhang Jueming has with the Zhou family, Zhang Jueming has always been protecting Zhou Qizun.Unlike all the speculations and doubts, Zhang Jueming's protection was real.

Zhou Qizun's heart was twisted and twisted, but now is not the time to pay, he must figure it out.

"As long as there is no evidence, I should believe him." Zhou Qizun closed his eyes and told himself to think this way - how could he not believe his sweetheart?

"Is there anything on that boy? Or is there something in this yard?" Zhou Qizun approached Zhang Jueming and asked.

Zhou Qizun's shoulder touched Zhang Jueming's, which made Zhang Jueming's head go blank, his arm seemed to be electrified, every blood vessel was jumping.

Zhang Jueming trembled at his fingertips, and looked sideways at Zhou Qizun in disbelief——Zhou Qizun was willing to approach him on his own initiative.

"Ask you, why are you so stupid?" Zhou Qizun frowned, staring into Zhang Jueming's eyes.

Surprise, pain, forbearance, sadness...description is not enough.Countless emotional fragments broke into dross, kneaded together, kneaded into dim stars, and fell into the warm shallow pool.

- These are Zhang Jueming's eyes.

Zhou Qizun wanted to touch Zhang Jueming's face lightly with one hand, and wanted to make a fist with the other hand to beat the person in front of him.

Zhou Qizun took a deep breath, gritted his teeth: "Speak."

Zhang Jueming came back to his senses, took a step slightly to the side, and let his shoulder leave Zhou Qizun's: "I haven't seen anything yet, but there is definitely a problem here."

"Lin Jue." Zhang Jueming turned his face and said to Lin Juan, "I want to go in and have a look. You guys go to the back and wait for me under the big tree."

Zhang Jueming: "Listen, if any evil spirits come out, just throw the things I gave you, and run away with Zhou Qizun. Don't look back, I'm behind you."

"I know, my lord. I will definitely protect Brother Zhou." Zhang Jueming was the magic needle for calming the sea, and Lin Juan's heart could be at ease with just a few words. He pulled Zhou Qizun, "Brother Zhou, let's go."

"My lord, be careful yourself." Lin Juan pulled Zhou Qizun behind the big tree.

Zhou Qizun walked with Lin Juan, walked a few steps and then looked back at Zhang Jueming. Zhang Jueming kept watching them until they hid behind the big tree, and then Zhang Jueming stepped into the yard.

Zhou Qizun stared at the gate of the yard, and Lin Juan pulled his clothes from his vest: "Brother Zhou, don't look, the adults are all in, we can't see him here at all, we should concentrate and prevent changes."

Zhou Qizun pulled Lin Juan's hand away, still staring at the courtyard door without blinking: "What did Zhang Jueming give you?"

"Ah?" Lin Juan was taken aback, "What will you give me?"

"Splash it out when you meet Xie Chong, what is it?" Zhou Qizun turned around, leaning his back against the tree trunk, and stopped looking at the courtyard door.

"Oh, you're asking this." Lin Juan reached out for the pocket of his windbreaker.

In fact, Zhou Qizun had guessed very well before asking, but seeing Lin Juan take out a half-sized white porcelain bottle, he still sighed inwardly.

"Your Excellency's blood." Lin Juan confessed honestly, and held up the white porcelain bottle to show Zhou Qizun, as if he was going to make an offering.

"Take it well." Zhou Qizun waved his hand.

"Oh." Lin Juan hurriedly put the white porcelain bottle back. The blood is so precious that it can save his life at a critical moment.

Lin Juan put away the white porcelain bottle, and then carefully looked at Zhou Qizun's face - his face was not looking good, he was holding his breath.

"Then...then what, Big Brother Zhou." Lin Juan hesitated for a while and said, "You and your lord are both my benefactors, maybe I shouldn't say this."

Lin Juan put his hand through the big hood and turned the back of his head: "I don't know what happened between you and your lord, but can you make up?"

"..." Zhou Qizun glanced at Lin Juan helplessly.

"It's just... oops." Lin Juan didn't know how to describe it, "Anyway, you two are not in the right shape today, and it's too uncomfortable for me to stay by your side."

"..." Zhou Qizun straightened his face for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Okay, I will try my best."

"Try your best?" Lin Juan frowned, not wanting to get involved, "All right..."

"Stop gossiping, we're fine." Zhou Qizun slapped Lin Juan's big hood.

——It is better to find an opportunity as soon as possible, and have a good talk with Zhang Jueming again.

Zhou Qizun became transparent.Even if it is a bloody script, the ultimate reason for the bloody plot is not the impermanence of the plot, but the character's head is bubbling and his IQ is not enough.

As long as he has the courage to believe and ask, and as long as he bites Zhang Jueming and keeps his mouth shut, there will be no knots that cannot be untied.

"I'll wait for you to give me an explanation." Zhou Qizun looked at the gate of the courtyard and said to himself.

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In the courtyard, Zhang Jueming walked up to the boy and stopped.

He walked in all the way, although he didn't make much noise, but it was impossible for the young man not to notice that someone came in in broad daylight.But the young man has been drawing, with a paintbrush in one hand and a steel knife in the other, without lifting his eyes from the drawing board for a second.

Zhang Jueming stood in front of him for a while, but neither of them spoke.

Zhang Jueming looked at the drawing board, it was a blood-red sunset.

Bright and intense.A piece of silent fiery red stagnant water, a fading bloody setting sun.A piece of drawing paper was spread out in thick red, which seemed to be splashed with blood. At first glance, it made one's scalp tingle.

The boy was still staring at the drawing board and drawing, as if he hadn't noticed that Zhang Jueming had come.

"Hello, I want to ask you about someone." It was Zhang Jueming who spoke first, and he greeted politely, "Did you see a female beggar in a ragged cotton coat?"

The moment he saw this young man, Zhang Jueming knew what he was doing.

"Looking for a female beggar is fake, but looking for me is real." The boy's eyes seemed to be dead, staring straight at the most blood-red part of the picture - the sunset.

Teenager: "Put your sweetheart in order and come in by yourself?"

——Sure enough, just as Zhang Jueming thought.This boy, like the old man in the canteen downstairs of Jin Mingyu's house, came to deliver messages.

"Say something quickly." Zhang Jueming was immediately alert, and the palm of his hand flashed with fire.

The boy stared at the blood-red sunset without blinking his eyelids, he became a living puppet.The boy's voice lowered and became dark.

Zhang Jueming recognized the voice, it was the voice of the Claw: "I advise you better not release the punishment."

"Youth": "You know this is not my real body, I just breathed in here to talk to you."

"Oh, by the way, unlike the old man before, this young man is still a living person. I'm afraid he won't be blessed if he is punished with a whip."

Zhang Jueming clenched his hands into fists, and the fire in his palms disappeared.

"That's right." The "boy" slowly turned his neck and finally looked at Zhang Jueming.Only then did Zhang Jueming realize that although the young man had thick eyebrows, big eyes and fair skin, he had an extremely ugly harelip.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you for the time being, especially Zhou Qizun. Now I just want to say a few words to you." The harelip parted, and the "boy" smiled coldly.

Zhang Jueming quickly pulled out the knife from his waist and pointed the tip at the "boy".

The "young man" frowned, and said dissatisfiedly, "Little mountain ghost, what are you doing? It is clearly impossible for you to stab a living person with a knife, and then draw it at me."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Jueming said with a cold face, "I don't have time to spend with you."

"Oh, that's right, your sweetheart is still waiting outside. If he can't wait, it won't be good if he comes in." The "boy" smiled again, his harelips became uglier, matching his "normal" eyebrows and eyes Compared with the face, it looks extremely embarrassing.

"Tonight, at one o'clock in the morning, you go... Well, go to the graveyard where you buried Lei Dongyang today, you go there and wait for me, just you, I want to negotiate a deal with you." "Young man "Said with a smile.

"Attention, no one can take it. If you take one, I will kill one."

"Guo Qingxuan also killed?" Zhang Jueming asked deliberately.

"Test me?" The "boy" put down the paintbrush in his hand, still holding the steel knife in the other hand, "But it's no wonder, you should have guessed that my identity is related to the Dragon Clan, otherwise things would be no fun."

The "boy" raised his chin, and pointed at the tip of Zhang Jueming's knife: "Say it again, put down the knife."

"Don't worry, thank you for lighting the nameless lamp for me with the fire of punishment. As long as you are obedient, I will not touch Zhou Qizun's hair."

"Why should I trust you?" Zhang Jueming didn't release the knife.

"Do you have any other choice?" The "boy" tilted his head, looking puzzled, "Who are we who can't fight now? If you don't want to come to see me, at worst, I'll go find you tonight."

"Youth": "Are you living at Zhao Ting's house now?"

Zhang Jueming held the handle of the knife dead, his knuckles were pale, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.He confronted the "boy" for a few seconds, finally put down the knife and put the knife back into his waist.

"Don't hurt this boy." Zhang Jueming left a sentence, turned and left.

Wait for Zhang Jueming to leave the yard.The ugly smile on the boy's mouth slowly faded away.He rolled his dull eyes, made two gestures in mid-air with the steel knife, then stretched out his other hand, put the pad of his index finger against the tip of the knife, and pressed down lightly.

The flesh of the fingertips was broken, and a little blood came out from the fingertips.The young man turned around and pressed the blood from his finger onto the painting—on the setting sun, which was the reddest in this painting.

For a moment of trance, the boy's eyes changed.He came back to his senses, looked at a blood-red painting of a knife, and asked quietly, "What else do I need?"

For a moment, there was a friction sound on the drawing paper, like the tip of a knife scratching the thin fibers of the paper.Accompanied by the "rustling" sound, a column of small black characters appeared on the screen: "Just do what I told you before."

The boy let go of his hand, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the radio at his feet made a "sizzling" sound, and then the music stopped.

"Yes." said the boy.