You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 302 I was impulsive, wasn't I? (Thanks to my friend Sanshan)

midnight.

Bai Wan visited Guizhai's backyard again at night.

He sneaked in naturally and soon discovered that there seemed to be a quarrel in the cell.

In such a small place, it was so simple that the ground was covered with waste firewood and branches, and all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants were rustling around.

I saw the people inside the door were being extremely harsh.

The shopkeeper of Guizhai, who had a narrow face and eyebrows, spoke to the thin man in the prison cell.

After a long conversation, the shopkeeper's gaze became increasingly intense and sharp.

"Why didn't you draw it?! You knew clearly that 'The Cold Roast Mansion' was to be presented to the Marquis of Wei Tian! You forced me to make up excuses to cover it up."

After hearing this, the thin man said slowly, "It's meaningless."

The shopkeeper of Guizhai kicked him to the ground: "What's the point of a fugitive like you? Living is the meaning!"

Bai Wan was shocked to find that this person had once been a prisoner.

However, the next words of these two people made him feel that the nightmare was even more difficult to get rid of, and his brows were furrowed.

Just after the shopkeeper said this, the thin man stood up with his back straight.

"A king of a fallen nation is still living in extravagance and harming the people. Can't I just not help him? Besides, I'm not a painting saint to begin with, so I don't want to pretend to be one."

“Is it worth it for someone who has nothing to do with you?”

"It's not about whether it's worth it or not, it's just that I don't want to do this again!"

The thin man sneered and said bluntly.

The owner of Guizhai's face changed drastically. In a rage, he got a bench from somewhere nearby and smashed it at the man's right hand.

"You lunatic, your right hand is useless!"

This situation and this scene seemed like a nightmare coming back to me.

The bench was about to smash the man's right hand with such force, it was just a little short of breaking it.

Bai Wan couldn't help it after all and threw the drug powder directly into the gap between the tiles.

No matter the chains or the risk of exposing one's identity, one no longer cared.

There is only one voice in my ears...

"We can't stay in this hell any longer!"

Bai Wan directly dragged the man out of the door, not even caring about Ling Shumo who was walking with him at night.

The shopkeeper of Guizhai was shocked by the sudden change, and his eyes were stinging and he couldn't see anything clearly!

He had no choice but to shout: "There's a thief! There's a thief!"

The little boy was awakened, but he was still in a deep sleep and couldn't tell where the sound came from in the middle of the night.

By the time he reacted, the door to the backyard had already opened and several figures had already rushed out.

The person on the side was running forward, knowing clearly that he was not strong enough and needed help from the people around him to move forward.

"You have to save yourself! Don't let others lead you by the nose!"

"You, you, you can't give up! No matter what method you use, you must escape! You must escape... escape!"

……

Bai Wan muttered to himself along the way.

At that moment, he had no idea what he was thinking or doing, he just kept running.

Besides, the night was dim, and Ling Shumo felt a tightness in his heart when he saw the abnormal expression on his face.

Until the three of them escaped back to the inn, figures were seen on the streets and the faint smell of blood filled the air.

There was silence all around.

"Painter Han?!"

The thin man bent down and lowered his head.

In the end, the bench only injured his left shoulder, but his right hand was saved.

However, he didn't understand why this person had tried so hard to rescue him.

Oh, no! Pull him out!

He dragged and tugged at me, so domineering, like a bandit!

It's like being possessed by something.

Ling Shumo quietly warned: "Since Ah Bai has rescued you, you should rest first. There is everything in the room. We can talk about other things tomorrow."

Before the thin man could respond, he quickly turned around and closed the door.

By this moment, the two had returned to their rooms, and what had just happened seemed to have calmed down.

Bai Wan stopped in the room, leaned against the edge of the bed quietly, his eyes fixed.

The man's fingers, which were cut by a branch, splattered blood on his clothes, and the blood was gushing out with a strong fishy smell.

Ling Shumo barely caught it and bandaged him while speaking.

"Now that the people have been rescued, you don't have to worry anymore."

Bai Wan took a breath and found that his hands were on his shoulders.

"I was impulsive, wasn't I?"

Ling Shumo leaned down first and said softly:

"In a situation like that... there's no time to lose. Anyone would have felt compassion and would have wanted to save the person immediately."

"..." Bai Wan reached out to pull him, "That's not what I wanted to say."

Having said that, his hands have already started to carefully put it together.

He studied Ling Shumo's facial features for a moment and explained, "Not only that, he said something similar to what I said back then when he was in such a difficult situation!"

In the candlelight, the figure is quiet, and the eyes reflect some mood scenes.

If we say that Han Miaoran back then was a ball of cold fire, he was indifferent but arrogant to the extreme.

Now the white peas are a burning red, with stubbornness hidden beneath the coldness.

Ling Shumo looked at the person in front of him and involuntarily reached out his hand, stroking his forehead, down to his neck and shoulders...

Suddenly he said: "I understand, you didn't save him, but your past self."