Even though Zhuolin's words were well-reasoned and his analysis was well-founded, in Ziruo's heart, no matter how many coincidences there were, she didn't believe that Yue'er was injured by Liang Meng.
Although I had only known Liang Meng for a short time, I could see that she had many shortcomings that were a bit crude, but I could still clearly see her kind and sincere nature.
And what her mother said to her before she left home a few days ago...
The one who hurt Yue'er would never be Liang Meng!
But before she could figure out how to persuade the person in front of her, an angry voice came from far away.
"You actually suspected that I was the one who harmed Yue'er."
Liang Meng took long strides, and in a few steps she was in front of Zhuolin. She put her hands on her waist, her cheeks slightly puffed, and glared at Zhuolin angrily, looking like a shrew about to start a street curse.
Zhuolin didn't show any embarrassment at being caught. Instead, he looked at Liang Meng with contempt because of his rough behavior and loud, gruff voice.
"Why do you doubt me?"
With his head tilted back, he stared at Zhuo Lin with his eyes, which were brighter because of his anger. He kept pinching his waist and questioned him with full confidence.
"Since you ask why... well, let me ask you, how did the thief get in?"
"He broke in by breaking the door."
Liang Meng's neck was stiff, like a fighting cock with its feathers blown off. His words were full of conviction.
But the fact is, she was lying on the bed at the time and only heard the sound of the door opening, and she couldn't be sure whether the man had pried the door open.
"I just checked, there's not a single sign of prying on the door."
Liang Meng: ???
A slightly stiff expression and awkward silence...
"Let me ask you again, what does that thief look like?"
"I just discussed this with Ziruo. The room was too dark, and the man's moves were so quick that I didn't have time to light a lamp. It was pitch black, and I couldn't tell if the man was ugly or handsome."
Liang Meng said as he looked at Ziruo, who nodded in agreement. Zhuolin snorted coldly, his tone extremely disdainful.
"Okay, as you said. Then how do you explain the lines on the palm of your hand?"
Liang Meng was stunned by what she said, her eyes slightly stagnant as she raised her hands in front of her eyes, and then she saw...
"What... palm prints... H-what's going on?"
A black line was clearly visible on the palm of his hand, extending from the gap between his middle finger to his wrist, like a black earthworm.
Liang Meng said this and rubbed it hard with her other hand, but the skin turned red but it didn't come off.
Hearing that Liang Meng's tone was not right, Ziruo stood up from the chair and walked in front of Liang Meng. Liang Meng hurriedly raised his hand to show her.
"When did this happen... I really have no idea."
In Zhuolin's eyes, Liang Meng's confusion and ignorance were just a means of pretending to be stupid and getting away with it.
Humph! What a shameless person who dares to do something but not take responsibility for it. His next words were even more despicable.
"Oh." Zhuolin raised his eyes and said in a sarcastic tone.
"It exists right in the palm of your hand, yet you can brazenly claim to be completely unaware of it. I admire you."
After saying that, Zhuolin shook his thumbs at Liang Meng with his cold and ascetic face.
What a beautiful face, what a childish finger.
Liang Meng stared at Zhuolin like a fool, and was filled with anger at Zhuolin's sarcastic tone.
Damn, you grown man, can you please speak nicely?
"Believe it or not, I didn't have this palm print before. I don't know when it appeared..."
"What about the blood on the window frame? How do you explain it?"
Zhuolin looked impatient and rudely interrupted Liang Meng who was trying to explain with his hands raised.
"Let me ask you again, how did you get the blood on your palm? Don't tell me the blood came from that thief and you accidentally got it on your palm. I can see the blood mark on your palm clearly."
Liang Meng: ...
Without even giving Liang Meng a chance to speak, Zhuolin started firing at Liang Meng like a machine gun.
After a while, it turned into a burning cannon barrel, firing several powerful shells in succession.
Poor hall master, this was his first time experiencing this kind of situation, and he was completely stunned by the sudden explosion.
His lips opened and closed but he couldn't make a sound.
Even when Zi Ruo wanted to rush in to rescue them, she couldn't find a breakthrough for a long time.
"And why is the hem of your gown torn? Did you jump out of the window too? Or is that the thief you're talking about actually you?!"
The hall master was hit by a cannonball, and Zhuolin gave the final conclusion.
Liang Meng: ...
Zhuolin's conclusive evidence left Liang Meng speechless. She was completely stunned by Zhuolin's aggressive questions and forgot what she was supposed to say.
Obviously, our leader was knocked out again!!!
Please play a funeral song for our poor master.
Looking at Zhuolin's face full of certainty that "there is only one truth, and the thief is you", Liang Meng almost suffocated to death with a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest.
Damn, you are so eloquent and your judgments are so logical. You shouldn’t be the city lord. You are the reincarnation of Justice Bao.
No, there was no Justice Bao at that time. You are the ancestor of Justice Bao, right?
"Okay, okay. Okay!"
Liang Meng laughed out of anger and said "good" three times in a row, but she didn't even know what good meant.
She was so furious that she couldn't vent it, and she paced around the hall like a trapped animal. But before she could figure out what was going on, a sudden gust of wind blew from behind.
Liang Meng was not paying attention. After he reacted, he dodged with his consciousness, but failed to avoid it completely. He was hit on the waist by the palm wind and fell to the ground.
Covering his waist with his hands, Liang Meng lay on the ground, grimacing in pain.
"Zhuolin, what are you doing!"
Zi Ruo stepped forward and grabbed Zhuo Lin's arm which he raised again, glaring at him angrily.
She didn't expect that Zhuolin would attack Liang Meng even though she knew that Liang Meng was a guest in her tomb and the matter was not yet concluded.
"Yue'er is in imminent danger. To remove the dark spirit, I must obtain the blood of the person who cast the curse on her. I will kill her to save Yue'er."
“No!”
Zhuolin said this and walked towards Liang Meng regardless of Ziruo's obstruction, with a cold white mist rising from his palm.
Seeing Zhuolin's murderous face, Liang Meng ignored the pain in his waist and jumped up from the ground. His feet were slightly apart, his whole body was tense, and his hands hanging at his sides were ready to attack.
But before the two started fighting, Ziruo suddenly stood in front of Liang Meng, facing Zhuolin, suddenly drew the sword at her waist, stared at Zhuolin, and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.
"Zhuolin, today, as the Young Lord of Tomb City, I warn you that you cannot kill Liang Meng. If you insist on doing so, you'll have to get past me first."
As he spoke, the sharp cold blade pointed directly at Zhuolin's eyebrows.
The white mist in Zhuolin's hand was still rising, and his eyes were still filled with murderous intent as he stared at Liang Meng. However, because of Ziruo's warnings, he didn't dare to take another step forward.
Seeing Zhuolin's hesitation, Ziruo relaxed her tone slightly.
"Yue'er got into trouble in my Tomb City today. Don't worry, I will definitely give you, Yue'er, and your Ya City an explanation. Of course, the most important thing now is to find a way to save Yue'er."
Zhuolin was silent. Ziruo continued.
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