Perhaps because Yin Street has existed for a long time, the decorations of the shops here are mostly simple and rustic.

The fresh fragrance of wood and the strong aroma of medicinal herbs mixed together, and Jin Banwei felt refreshed as soon as she entered the store. Although the Ghost Medicine Hall was large, there were only A Yuan and Min Ziyu. It was particularly deserted when Min Ziyu was not around, which was why A Yuan would rather sit at the door than stay in the store.

A Yuan's medical skills are not very advanced. After all, her mind is not fully mature yet.

The lifespan of spirits is different from that of humans. Although she has grown into a graceful young girl, she is only a three or four-year-old child in the spirit. But after all, she has been with Min Ziyu for a hundred years, so she can still do a simple physical examination of Ren Qiao.

The results of the examination were just as Ren Qiao had said, she was not harmed by the poisonous insect, there was no residual poison in her body, and one could even feel the power of the poisonous insect that had not yet had time to merge into her body.

The reason why he lost control of his emotions might be that Ren Qiao absorbed the power of the Soul-Swallowing Gu in reverse, and the power of the Soul-Swallowing Gu comes from the souls that were devoured by it. Those souls died in frustration, and their deaths were too tragic, so naturally they had a lot of resentment. When Ren Qiao absorbed the power of the Gu, he also absorbed the hostility and resentment together, so he couldn't control his emotions, and even felt inexplicably irritated.

Ren Qiao's physique is very strange.

Jin Banwei and Leng Xiangying stared at Ren Qiao and A Yuan for a long time, but no matter how much A Yuan checked, he could not find any reason why Ren Qiao was so special.

If you count carefully, Ren Qiao has the abilities of a demon, a monk, and a wooden yoke of unknown origin. He is now immune to poisonous insects and can even absorb the power of poisonous insects.

Jin Banwei had reason to suspect that Ren Qiao had encountered a Gu Master before, but Ren Qiao's body had decomposed the Gu worm, so she was completely unaware of it.

Maybe she shouldn't have cut her flesh to attract the worms. If Ren Qiao absorbed all the power of the Soul-Swallowing Gu, she might become even more powerful. However, Sheng Mao's Soul-Swallowing Gu looked very strong. If Ren Qiao really absorbed all the power of the Soul-Swallowing Gu, she might be affected by its hostility and change her temperament.

Jin Banwei could only comfort herself in this way, otherwise she would always feel that the act of cutting flesh was a little stupid.

She was just thinking about it in her mind. Leng Xiangying had already picked up the handkerchief she used as a tool and wiped the corners of her eyes in a fake manner: "Wow, I've only heard that Gu Masters can absorb the power of Gu worms in reverse, but I didn't expect that ghosts can do the same. It's so sad. If Ren Qiao absorbed the power of the Soul Devouring Gu, he might become even stronger. Suddenly I feel like I've done something unnecessary."

She exclaimed, and suddenly looked at Jin Banwei: "Ah, it feels like all the flesh of Weiwei was cut in vain."

The woman in front of me is not only talkative, but also has emotions like a roller coaster, is rude, narcissistic, and extremely unscrupulous. How could she be the princess of a fallen country with such a tragic past?

Leng Xiangying’s past must be fabricated!

Leng Xiangying said that those ghost officials in the underworld have lived too long and are basically all mentally abnormal. She thinks that Leng Xiangying doesn't even need to live for ten thousand years. She is already very abnormal now, and they are sincerely trying to stimulate her.

She didn't even hide the smile in the corner of her eyes. How could Jin Banwei believe that she really cared about her?

Jin Banwei could no longer hold back. She raised her wrist. There was no wound there and she didn't feel any pain, but she had indeed cut the flesh on impulse.

She didn't regret cutting her flesh, but it also caused Ren Qiao to consume his soul power to treat her.

It turns out that it was all unnecessary.

Jin Banwei let out a dull sigh. She thought she had helped Ren Qiao in some way, but it turned out to be completely unnecessary.

Her sighs naturally did not escape Ren Qiao's ears. Ren Qiao signaled Yuan to stop and no longer need to check her body.

When his eyes turned to Jin Banwei, Jin Banwei was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Ren Qiao lifted the black hair hanging by her ear, and her eyelashes were black, thick and curled. Jin Banwei couldn't see the emotion in her eyes, but she was approaching Jin Banwei. Her slightly cold fingertips soon fell on the back of Jin Banwei's hand, and slowly moved up along the back of her hand, gradually touching the place where Jin Banwei's arm was injured. Ren Qiao clearly remembered the place where Jin Banwei cut the flesh.

It's the place where your heart will ache if you touch it.

There were tears overflowing from her eyes, hanging on her eyelashes, like pearls, bright and crystal.

The tears bent the long eyelashes until they rolled down from the tips.

"Xiao Jin, thank you."

Jin Banwei had already felt the movement on her skin. She didn't lower her head because she was afraid that Ren Qiao would see her melancholy. But the thanks with a slightly tearful tone made her drop her eyes suddenly.

Sure enough, Ren Qiao cried.

Her tears came without warning, just like her word of thanks.

Jin Banwei didn't know why Ren Qiao suddenly thanked her, and she didn't know why she suddenly burst into tears.

Judging from Ren Qiao's personality, she is not someone who cries easily. She is a gentle person but extremely tough inside, and her tears are precious.

Jin Banwei was at a loss for a moment, but because the weather was hot, she made Ren Qiao wear a suspender skirt, and the fabric on her own body was really limited.

She quickly snatched the embroidered handkerchief that Leng Xiangying was holding as a acting tool.

Leng Xiangying was having fun pretending to cry when her props were suddenly snatched away. She was about to take them back, but when she saw someone really crying, she sighed softly and suppressed her slight sadness.

She called Yuan over, covered his eyes with her hands, and stared at Ren Qiao and Jin Banwei with interest.

Ren Qiao was also slightly dazed, she didn't know why she was crying.

She just wanted to comfort Jin Banwei and tell her not to think too much.

It seemed that he had lost control of his emotions again, but the feeling was obviously different from the burning sensation caused by the poisonous insect entering his body.

Sadness filled her heart, as if a thorny vine called sorrow was growing at a rapid pace until it completely entangled her heart, making her want to cry just by breathing.

Suddenly, all the dead things in the store fell into a sad gloom, and Jin Banwei in front of him was even more covered in gray, sorrow and sadness.

Her delicate facial features had lost all their color, leaving only a dull look.

She was not a melancholy person, but everything in front of her made her sad.

Emotions are really out of control.

She is still herself, but she has become a pessimistic one.

"I know that Xiao Jin and Officer Shen care about me very much. If it weren't for Officer Shen and Xiao Jin, the Soul Devouring Gu might have affected my mood before I could decompose it, causing me to go berserk and hurt others. I remember all the kindness Xiao Jin and Officer Shen have shown me."

She managed to finish her words with great difficulty, already crying.

Every word was spoken with a tone of sadness and despair; it didn't sound like a thank you, but more like a farewell between life and death.

The sad and miserable emotions actually began to affect Jin Banwei and Leng Xiangying. Jin Banwei asked anxiously, "Sister Ghost, what's wrong with you?"

She stretched out her hand towards Ren Qiao, but before she touched him, Ren Qiao fell into her arms. She sobbed and cried, "I don't know, I just feel sad."

It's not an illusion, Ren Qiao seems to have become more delicate.

She had always been gentle and tough in Jin Banwei's heart, but at this moment she seemed a little more fragile, even like a willow in the wind, as if her body would be blown away if she didn't rely on Jin Banwei.

The change happened too fast.

Tears rolled down her snow-white skin, one drop after another, like pearls that had broken off a string. Her voice was gentle to begin with, and with the crying tone it became even softer. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear what she was saying.

"Xiao Jin, you won't leave me, right?"

"We will always be together, right?"

“…”

These were the questions Jin Banwei wanted to ask Ren Qiao but didn't have the face to ask.

At this moment, Ren Qiao is no longer the powerful and calm Ghost King, but a delicate flower that has just been ravaged by wind and rain. If he is not touched carefully, the petals and leaves will shatter in an instant and scatter all over the ground.

Although Jin Banwei felt puzzled, she still gently hugged Ren Qiao and said, "As long as Sister Gui doesn't leave me, we will of course always be together."

She raised her eyes, her eyes were wet, perhaps because there were too many layers of resentment accumulated in her heart, and the body that had not been integrated much had tiny red marks on the eye sockets, making her look more and more like a human.

Ren Qiao's thin lips trembled slightly, her eyes flickered unnaturally, she placed her fingertips on Jin Banwei's waist, unable to restrain her trembling: "What if...if Xiao Jin found out that I lied to you, would you still think this way?"

"Ah? Ghost sister, what did you lie to me about?"

Jin Banwei's subconscious question hurt his heart, which had long been mired in sorrow. Ren Qiao lowered his eyes in disappointment, and his hopes gradually disappeared: "Xiao Jin will never forgive me, I should have..."

As she whispered, more and more tears fell on Jin Banwei's arm that she wanted to reach out to comfort her.

It was an illusion, Ren Qiao's tears actually had temperature.

Jin Banwei had no time to think about it. Ren Qiao's crying had completely confused her mind, and the only thought left in her mind was to coax Ren Qiao.

She was a little scared that she would cry until her paper-thin body broke apart.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Ren Qiao who was crying breathlessly. The tightly clenched handkerchief fell on the corners of her red eyes. Her voice, so gentle that it could drip with water, showed her preference for Ren Qiao: "No, even if Sister Gui lied to me, it must be for my own good. I promise that no matter what Sister Gui does, I will forgive Sister Gui."

These were her true feelings, because she wanted them to stay together forever more than Ren Qiao did.

The deliberately raised smile is warm and sweet.

Ren Qiao almost subconsciously moved closer to Jin Banwei, and his delicate and soft lips fell on the corner of Jin Banwei's raised mouth.

"Xiao Jin must keep his word."

Ren Qiao kissed her!

Ren Qiao must have kissed her!

Her lips didn't feel hot, they were even slightly cool, and the touch was like gummy candy.

It still tastes sweet until it's fully in your mouth.

Jin Banwei's face turned red instantly, and her slender white neck also turned red, and even the exposed skin began to turn a light cherry pink.

Neither she nor Ren Qiao was very thick-skinned, but Ren Qiao, who was experiencing abnormal mood swings, was able to take the initiative to kiss Jin Banwei in front of the ghost and the spirit, while Jin Banwei, who was in a normal mood, was unable to accept it calmly.

Jin Banwei's eyelashes trembled rapidly. After she came to her senses, she immediately hugged Ren Qiao tightly, fearing that she would do anything intimate in front of Leng Xiangying again. Her heart beat faster and faster.

My whole body felt hot, as if I was being roasted on a raging fire, and I could only calm down by clinging to the ghost's cold body in my arms.

It's too hot.

If Ren Qiao was any worse, she would go crazy.

But there are people who go crazy faster than Jin Banwei.

Leng Xiangying was silent for a while. Seeing Ren Qiao's abnormal behavior, she was speechless for a moment.

She stared intently at Ren Qiao, who had teased Jin Banwei to the point of being almost like a steamed shrimp. She was actually still sobbing quietly in Jin Banwei's arms, as if she was grieving that Jin Banwei's hug was too strong and not as gentle as just now.

Although Leng Xiangying didn't mind watching something more exciting, Jin Banwei looked like she was about to bury herself, and Ren Qiao was clearly not normal.

Finally, she could no longer keep silent and uttered, "Crazy, crazy, really crazy!"

Leng Xiangying let go of Yuan in her arms, forced a smile and asked Yuan: "Yuan, tell me, do you have any kind of incense in your shop that can affect the IQ of ghosts? "

A Yuan shook his head truthfully, and Leng Xiangying gritted her teeth: "No? Really? But Ren Qiao looks like his brain is about to cry out!"

The more Leng Xiangying thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with this place. She couldn't rely on A Yuan. She frowned, grabbed Ren Qiao's wrist, and pulled her out of Jin Banwei's arms: "Ren Qiao, come with me."

She dragged Ren Qiao out of the store, holding Ren Qiao's wrist tightly with her finger bones. The ghost with a weak body cried even more: "It hurts."

Hearing her cry of pain, Jin Banwei hurriedly said, "Officer Shen, please be gentler."

She chased Leng Xiangying and Ren Qiao out. Leng Xiangying rolled her eyes and said, "She is the Ghost King. I can't crush her with my strength."

You can't keep squeezing it if it doesn't break.

Jin Banwei chased Leng Xiangying, trying to take Ren Qiao back, but Leng Xiangying had already pushed Ren Qiao out of the store in one go.

The cold wind blew across the gloomy street, and Ren Qiao's tears slowly stopped.

She stood in the middle of the street, looking at the store door, with a moment of confusion.

Such a subtle change naturally did not escape Leng Xiangying's eyes. Leng Xiangying secretly said, "As expected," and glanced at the store with great taboo. Then she turned around and asked Ren Qiao, "Are you awake?"

Jin Banwei had already come to Ren Qiao. She held Ren Qiao's wrist, looking at the wrist that was obviously pinched and was slowly recovering: "Officer Shen, you are too strong."

I don't feel any pain.

He opened his mouth slightly and felt like crying again. Ren Qiao quickly closed his mouth. His emotions were a little more controllable when he didn't speak.

Before the tears could fall from her eyes, they flowed out with the wind. Jin Banwei put her fingertips on the corners of her eyes and said, "Sister Ghost, are you okay?"

The sadness on her face seemed to be fading.

Looking at Jin Banwei, hesitant to speak, when his eyes touched Jin Banwei's lips, he clenched his palms in panic and lowered his head dully: "I, I'm fine."

The crying tone in her voice was no longer so obvious.

As Leng Xiangying said, is there anything in the store that can affect the emotions of ghosts? But Leng Xiangying is also a ghost in essence. Although she has more antibodies than Ren Qiao, it is impossible for Leng Xiangying to have no reaction at all to something that can affect Ren Qiao to this extent.

"Sister Ghost, are you feeling unwell?"

Facing her concern, Ren Qiaotou lowered his voice: "Xiao Jin, can you please stop talking to me first."

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Jin Banwei was getting more and more confused. Leng Xiangying had already stepped forward and hooked her arms around Jin Banwei's neck. "It's obvious that your wife is autistic."

Autism, why autism?

Jin Banwei became more and more confused by what Leng Xiangying said.

Leng Xiangying glanced at Ren Qiao, who didn't even want to look up, and hooked Jin Banwei's neck with one hand, pulling her into the store: "Sometimes you are very smart, and sometimes you are pitifully stupid. Isn't this obvious enough? Why did you blush just now, and why did Ren Qiao shut himself up?"

"Leave her alone for a while. The wind can blow away all emotions, including shyness. I understand that very well!"

She understood again.

There is probably nothing in this world that Leng Xiangying doesn't understand.

After she said this, Jin Banwei finally understood how much she wanted to take Ren Qiao away just now, and how much Ren Qiao wanted to bury her now.

Ren Qiao himself is a very thin-skinned person.

When one wakes up from an out-of-control behavior, one will inevitably become autistic.

"But, will Sister Ghost be okay?"

"Fighting is not allowed in Yin Street. It's okay." Leng Xiangying let go of Jin Banwei and waved at the stunned A Yuan: "A Yuan, come and help your sister Hua Yi."

She had no intention of investigating why Ren Qiao lost control of his emotions. After all, she couldn't expect a child as young as Yuan to know anything. Besides, Ren Qiao was a very strange person and wanted to get to the bottom of everything, which might lead to endless investigation.

The moment Jin Banwei was released by Leng Xiangying, she almost subconsciously took a breath of cold air. She felt that her neck was about to break: "Officer Shen, please be gentler next time."

Leng Xiangying was just about to say that she should use a little more force, but the next moment she saw Jin Banwei's neck, which had been strangled red by her. There was a very obvious mark there, and even a slight bluish trace.

She smacked her lips, swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, and changed her words: "The living are really more fragile."

This was obviously not her problem, but Leng Xiangying's problem.

She didn't use enough strength to hit him, so it was understandable that Ren Qiao cried out in pain.

Jin Banwei's pain hadn't subsided yet, and Yuan had already come over with a pen, ink, and paper. Leng Xiangying pushed Jin Banwei to the counter and reminded her, "Don't let your memory get too confused. You must concentrate on thinking about Ren Qiao. Yuan's ability can only be used once a day. We have other things to do tomorrow night. If you dare to lose focus, I will strangle you to death."

Now that Ren Qiao is not by Jin Banwei's side, Leng Xiangying threatens Jin Banwei mercilessly. Although it is just a joke, Jin Banwei also understands the importance of concentration.

When Yuan was about to paint, she was no longer so childish, and her expression became much more serious. She cut a small cut on her finger, and the spirit's blood was not bright red, but light pink.

A Yuan dripped blood onto the inkstone, then used ancient ink to gently grind off some black color. The blood and ink on the inkstone mixed together, and the color became thicker and thicker until a strange fragrance wafted out, and then A Yuan stopped.

She waved at Jin Banwei, and her thin palm touched Jin Banwei's forehead. Jin Banwei felt a slight chill seeping into her mind. She closed her eyes and almost instinctively recalled the amazement she felt when she first saw Ren Qiao.

Her skin was as white as cream, her features were picturesque, and the red wedding dress softened in the candlelight.

Perhaps it was because she was so astonished at that time that Jin Banwei was so persistent in her first name for Ren Qiao. She even remembered every fine line on Ren Qiao's wedding dress.

As she reminisced, Yuan continued to paint.

The ink was of a single color, but as A Yuan's pen shook gently, the color that came out was a perfect replica of the scene in Jin Banwei's mind, with no difference in color. This was A Yuan's special ability.

The painting was completed and A Yuan let go of Jin Banwei.

Jin Banwei looked at the painting and was in a trance for a moment: "Officer Shen, this is the ghost sister I saw."

Leng Xiangying had just taken a glance when A Yuan was already looking at the painting, her eyes wide open in surprise. She pointed at the painting and gestured to Leng Xiangying again with an anxious look on her face.

Leng Xiangying frowned: "You said you have seen this painting?"

Jin Banwei was also startled and quickly looked at A Yuan. A Yuan gently shook his head and nodded. Just when she didn't know what A Yuan was saying, A Yuan's body floated up and floated towards the top of the container.

The little hand gently tapped the top lattice wood board, and a thin layer of the board fell off, revealing a painting hidden inside.

A Yuan held the painting and slowly put it down.

Leng Xiangying was very surprised: "A Yuan, why did you take your own life?"

With just one glance, Leng Xiangying recognized the origin of the painting. The aura of the painting was the same as A Yuan's, with a faint strange fragrance and signs of burning. This painting was the birthplace of A Yuan.

Residues are usually lifeless. A Yuan is very special, but also very weak, so her true form has always been well hidden by Min Zi. But now she took it out on her own initiative. Leng Xiangying stared at A Yuan with some concern: "A Yuan, this painting can't be taken out easily. It's us who are in the store. It would be very dangerous if it were someone else."

A Yuan said nothing. She stubbornly spread her painting on the counter. She pointed at the remaining painting and then at the portrait of Ren Qiao that she had just painted.

Jin Banwei was the first to look down. In the incomplete painting, there was a man and a woman, hugging and smiling, wearing wedding clothes, they should be a couple. I don't know if it was a coincidence, the couple's appearance was partially destroyed, and their facial features could not be fully seen, but even from the partial view, it can be felt that they are a perfect match.

"This is..." Jin Banwei looked at the incomplete painting in disbelief. She finally understood why A Yuan wanted them to see the incomplete painting. The wedding dress worn by the woman in the incomplete painting was exactly the same as the one Ren Qiao wore when he first met her.

The wedding dress worn by Ren Qiao was extremely intricate and gorgeous, and it would be difficult for them to be exactly the same. However, the wedding dresses in the two paintings are exactly the same, with every inch of fine lines being exactly the same. It can almost be concluded that this is the same wedding dress.

She thought that Ren Qiao might have been married, but suddenly she had to face it, and Jin Banwei was a little flustered.

Leng Xiangying saw through her little thoughts clearly.

"I told you that you are stupid. A Yuan's original body is a ten-thousand-year-old painting. How could Ren Qiao have stayed in the world of the living for tens of thousands of years?"

Jin Banwei quickly looked at the woman's face. Although it was only a partial view, the woman's lips were thicker than Ren Qiao's, their lip shape was also different, and her nose was higher and straighter. Although they wore the same wedding dress, they looked completely different and had nothing in common.

That wedding dress is actually tens of thousands of years old... There is not even a trace of time on it, which is really amazing.

Jin Banwei felt that there were some ancient patterns embroidered on the wedding dress. She couldn't understand why, but it turned out that they could be traced back ten thousand years.

But why did the wedding dress of the woman in the incomplete painting end up on Ren Qiao? Could it be that Ren Qiao was her descendant? But there was no reason for a woman to wear her ancestor's wedding dress when she got married. The more Jin Banwei thought about it, the more she felt that she might have made a mistake. She died in her wedding dress, which might not mean she died on her wedding night, or even that she was not getting married, but was performing some kind of ritual.

Because red clothes are close to the color of blood, the original book sets a higher chance of a person turning into a ghost when he dies wearing red clothes, and there are cases like this in the book.

The wedding dress can bring even more resentment, especially since it is a wedding dress that may be tens of thousands of years old. The wedding dress itself may have a lot of spiritual power, which may be the reason why Ren Qiao's soul is so powerful.

Leng Xiangying looked at Jin Banwei in confusion: "Banwei, are you sure your memory is correct? But the wedding dresses we saw are all different."

Um?

But when she saw Jin Banwei's painting before, she clearly felt that they were the same.

Jin Banwei took out the painting again and put it on the counter. She finally found the clue. The wedding dress of the beautiful woman looked very similar to Ren Qiao and the others. The fine lines were not much different. If you didn't compare them, you couldn't see the difference at all. But in fact, each fine line was staggered and slightly different. Another thing was that the embroidery thread on her wedding dress was brighter, while the embroidery thread on Ren Qiao and the woman in the painting was darker.

The one on the beautiful woman looks more like an exquisite imitation, and if you are an experienced person, you can easily find the difference.

Even the style of the wedding dress was deliberately concealed...

Jin Banwei compared the beautiful woman she had seen with the woman in the incomplete painting, and they didn't look alike.

Seeing that they had all looked at it, Yuan picked up the painting again. She wanted to hang it back. There were still some parts that Jin Banwei couldn't see clearly, so she subconsciously reached out her hand: "Wait a minute, Miss Yuan, I..."

Her voice stopped abruptly because she called A Yuan, and A Yuan subconsciously moved closer to her. She was floating, and as she got closer, the painting also got closer to Jin Banwei, and Jin Banwei's outstretched hand just touched the painting.

Everything before my eyes has changed.

Blood, a pair of eyes filled with tears of blood, the eyes trembled slightly, the tears flowed more and more, and the blood became thicker and thicker.

Fear, resentment, and sadness...

The pain spread through his eyes, as if it was going to penetrate the painting and slowly devour Jin Banwei.

Jin Banwei pulled back her fingers in fear, her heart beating wildly: "Shen, Shen sent someone, there are two eyes in the painting."