Chapter 14

Chapter 14

He had a knife in his hand too-and he was coming straight at me!

“What are you doing?” I shouted at Yi Jingchen.

Yi Jingchen’s face was flushed crimson, the veins at his temples bulging. “Stop pretending. It was you. You killed my student!”

“What?” I didn’t even get the chance to ask before Yi Jingchen raised the knife and slashed at me.

Too bad for him, he was a scholar.

I sidestepped, swung the door beam in my hands, and sent him crashing straight to the ground!

“Are you insane?”

I pinned Yi Jingchen down with one knee and clamped a hand around his wrist.

That was when I suddenly noticed that one white button was missing from the cuff of his shirt.

The image of Dashun’s horrific death instantly flooded my mind.

“It was you. You killed Dashun!”

I seized Yi Jingchen by the throat with vicious force.

He immediately lost the ability to breathe, his face turning a ghastly blue in an instant.

Just a little more. If I put in just a tiny bit more strength, I could snap Yi Jingchen’s neck right then and there-

But suddenly, a hot current gathered between my brows, as if all the blood in my body had started boiling with it.

My mind, which had been shrouded by something, abruptly regained a sliver of clarity.

What was I doing?

Just because of a button and a puddle of blood that I didn’t even know belonged to whom, I was going to kill someone?

The moment that thought emerged in my mind, it struck like thunder from the highest heavens, instantly driving away all the violent emotions surging through me.

I hurriedly let go. The rank, gamey stench of sheep’s blood suddenly seemed to become much stronger, choking me until I nearly threw up.

Yi Jingchen sucked in two ragged breaths, then actually raised the knife again to stab me.

“Calm down!”

I wrested the knife from him and slapped him hard across the face. “I don’t even know you. Why would I kill your student?”

“That door beam-”

After being slapped by me, Yi Jingchen seemed to regain a little clarity, but he still couldn’t bring himself to believe it. “The room where my student left his writing was missing a section of its door beam. It’s the one in your hands!”

I thought of the five words on the wall: “They all lied to me…”

That had been written by Yi Jingchen’s student?

“When did that student of yours disappear?”

I grabbed Yi Jingchen by the collar and demanded an answer.

Yi Jingchen’s voice trembled slightly. “Three months ago. I investigated everything. He was coming here! I went through hell to get a slot, but I never saw him at all!”

“And then?”

I laughed. “You think I killed him, and I’d still keep that door beam? Just because of one piece of wood, you’ve decided I’m a murderer?”

Yi Jingchen froze. He wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t impulsive either.

He must have been just like I was a moment ago-his mind clouded by something.