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It is difficult to eliminate one's own suspicion, but it is easy to be suspected. This time, even if Master Ban used the tools on time, there would still be speculation that he did so to dispel the doubts of others. He continued to lurk among them, compelled to use the tools because he wanted to survive, and the murderer wanted to survive too. The mission was to identify the murderer within ten days, while the murderer aimed to hide for ten days. Therefore, if Master Ban were indeed the murderer, he would likely use the tools.
So let’s not jump to conclusions, Tan Ming said coldly.
Zhang Liu sensed that Tan Ming was in a bad mood. He turned around to look behind him. Was it because of Yan Qing?
Yan Qing had been watching them from behind. After seeing Tan Ming and Zhang Liu finish their conversation, he quickened his pace to catch up with Tan Ming.
Qi Qiuluo also hurried along, but when he reached Tan Ming, he threw an arm around Zhang Liu's shoulders, creating some distance from the others and engaging him in idle chatter, allowing Yan Qing to speak with Tan Ming.
"Don't be upset," Qi Qiuluo quietly told Yan Qing from behind. "Tan Ming isn't angry at you for being impulsive; he's upset because you got hurt."
"I'm not angry," Tan Ming replied flatly.
Yan Qing didn't believe him.
When Zhao Xiang was angry, he would ignore people and act stubbornly; Tan Ming could be just as obstinate.
But Yan Qing had countless experiences in soothing Zhao Xiang.
"I didn't mean to," Yan Qing said as he grasped Tan Ming's hand, his nails lightly scratching his palm—not painful, just a bit itchy. His tone carried a hint of coaxing, with a touch of grievance woven into his voice.
Actually, Qi Qiuluo had taught Yan Qing to approach Tan Ming and hug him tightly, then take his hand and slide it under his clothing while playfully telling Tan Ming that he was in pain and asking him to help rub it. However, Yan Qing found that he couldn't bring himself to do it.
It felt too pretentious.
Besides, with so many people around, if he really did that, would he still have any face left? Was this forcing him into a corner?
Thus, he chose a more roundabout way of expressing himself.
But the effect was similar; Tan Ming's expression softened slightly.
"Next time, don’t act on your own," he said.
"Understood," Yan Qing replied cheerfully.
The next moment, Tan Ming said something completely unexpected: "I only have one bottle of poison left."
The Wizard's Antidote could only counteract the effects of Tong Chengjie and heal external wounds. Tan Ming had used it once himself and saved Qi Qiuluo once more, leaving only one opportunity left, which would have the opposite effect.
Hmm?
Tan Ming's gaze shifted to him, gripping his hand tighter, signaling that he could no longer save him. He had no more trump cards left. He was no longer the Tan Ming who could watch Yan Qing being driven away with a heart full of confidence.
His hands would no longer be hidden in his pockets, waiting to strike against Yan Qing; he had acted just in time to save him. He had no life-saving chips left to gamble with.
Those words weighed heavily.
Yan Qing felt a tug at his heart. He thought, this person truly cared for him.
"Okay, I'll be careful," Yan Qing said, moved by this one person.
If Tan Ming's words were a plea and a lament before falling off a cliff, then Yan Qing's response echoed through the chasm, a harmonious exchange, evenly matched.
It was hard to express that their unspoken understanding surpassed mere sincerity.
The wide road was encroached upon by tree roots, leaving only enough space for three or four people to walk side by side. The Ginkgo Trees on either side swayed in the wind, carrying a hint of bitterness. Above them, half of the starry sky was shrouded in blue mist while the other half glimmered in silver-gray.
The two walked hand in hand, moving through the twilight glow, surrounded by silence and tranquility as time flowed gently by. Their figures appeared solitary yet lingering in the fading light.
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