Jin Banwei didn't live here for a long time, but she had bought a lot of express deliveries before, which still required some time to sort out.
She was in charge of organizing, while Ren Qiao was in charge of putting the things she had packed into the new bag. Backpacks with ample storage space like this were rare items. It would take a cicada demon over a thousand years old to spin silk for a hundred years to weave a bag like this. However, the Guan family's roots could be traced back tens of thousands of years, so they still had quite a few bags like this.
While Jin Banwei and Ren Qiao were packing their luggage, Guan Jiyue sat on a chair and thought about what Jin Banwei had just said. She also felt that the possibility of a sorcerer doing such a thing would be very high.
If a warlock can capture people alive, it has many uses.
Hu Yuexi lay on the sofa, squeezing Du Ruojin to the side. She felt bored and kept yawning. Her eyes suddenly stopped on the TV in the living room. She pointed at the TV and said, "Xiao Banwei, can I watch this TV?"
There is no signal on Yang Street, so most of the monsters there still live a relatively closed, old-fashioned life. But Hu Yuexi is different. Hu Yue likes the hustle and bustle. Although she is often chased when she goes out on the street, she still likes to run to the human world. She also has some understanding of these electrical appliances.
"It should be possible." Jin Banwei stopped opening the package and walked over to turn on the TV for Hu Yuexi.
While waiting for the TV sound to come on, Ren Qiao's face turned pale: "Xiao Jin, is this not good?"
Jin Banwei woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of that day. She coughed dryly, and looked at the TV screen with red ears, praying in her heart that there would not be any charming and ambiguous scenes. Fortunately, the TV was not playing a pornographic film, but the news, and the news was reporting on the missing case of the mother and daughter they had just encountered.
[In recent days, women aged between 20 and 45 have been missing, and the number has reached 48 so far...]
Seeing the news footage appear, Guan Jiyue also walked over.
There are currently a total of 48 known cases of missing persons. The missing women are between 20 and 45 years old. There are no similarities in their physical features and backgrounds. The only thing is that the missing women are all weak. Most of them have congenital diseases, and some even have long-term illnesses. Then some information about the victims quickly flashed on the TV, but it was not complete.
Jin Banwei took out her cell phone and searched, and found a lot of photos and information of missing persons. She took a quick look, then handed the phone to Guan Jiyue, walked back to her original position and continued to open the express delivery.
Ren Qiao had just seen the news report, and her expression was more compassionate. She sympathized with the missing girls. Her regret was not restrained, and a sigh escaped from her lips: "Xiao Jin, do you think that if it was really done by a sorcerer, wouldn't they be afraid of being punished by heaven for capturing living people?"
Warlocks are indeed afraid of being involved in karma, but divine punishment may not always come that quickly.
Jin Banwei thought of Bai Xiaozhu again. She reached out her hand and gently pressed the top of Ren Qiao's head. "Sister Ghost, you can't use ordinary people's thinking to judge a bad guy. If it was really done by a sorcerer, then the benefits they gained must be greater than the punishment from heaven, so they would take the risk."
Ren Qiao seemed to understand: "But a sorcerer can catch ghosts and control them, so why would he catch these weak girls?"
Jin Banwei smiled bitterly: "Sister Ghost, in fact, for Yin-Yang sorcerers, as long as he is cruel enough, an ordinary person is even more useful than a powerful ghost. They need to use force to subdue powerful ghosts, but if it is a human... as long as the person's fate is strong enough, they can use cruel means to create a very obedient ghost in a very short time."
"Ban Wei is right." Guan Jiyue's expression became more serious. She flipped through the photos of the girls on her phone and said, "I can't see any similarities between them for now."
Hu Yuexi also came close to her phone to look at it. She muttered, "They all seem a little fragile to me. They don't look like they can become powerful ghosts."
Guan Jiyue pushed her head away, and Du Ruojin said with disdain, "Hu Yuexi, you are really hopeless in judging people by their appearance."
She came out just to look for her sister, and most of the time she just acted as a background board. The few times she spoke were to put pressure on Hu Yuexi. Jin Banwei felt that the people in Yang Street were very harmonious. Although they quarreled, they were like one big family.
It feels good to integrate into such a place.
Yang Street is much better than the underworld that Leng Xiangying strongly recommended her to go to. She doesn't really want to be a colleague of Leng Xiangying.
Thinking of Leng Xiangying, Jin Banwei couldn't help but think of the underworld.
"Women with the fate of being immortal officials are usually weak in their lifetime. They can fall down with the slightest breeze. They care more about what is in front of them than about other living beings."
Leng Xiangying's voice suddenly appeared in her mind. Jin Banwei was startled. The knife she used to open the package scraped across her skin, leaving a shallow mark. "Do you think these girls are destined to be immortal officials?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Yuexi retorted: "Are you kidding me? Where do so many immortal officials come from?"
The fate of an immortal official is a first-rate fate, the fate of Meng Po from the underworld, but the better the fate, the rarer it is. The number sixty-eight is too much for the fate of an immortal official.
Du Ruojin also nodded in agreement, but Guan Jiyue was still thinking. She was silent for a while and suddenly said, "What if it is the fate of a fake immortal official?"
People have eight characters of birth date when they are born, and these eight characters of birth date carry their fate. Whether rich or poor, it is a kind of fate, but most of the fates are incomplete. Incompleteness means that they do not have the cause and effect and potential of the fate, but they will have a certain vitality belonging to that fate.
If the fate is divided into ten palaces, a full palace is the peak, 80% is good, 60% is passing, 40% will have some opportunities, but not much, and those below 40% are pseudo fates. They have a little vitality of this fate, but do not have other potentials.
People with this kind of false fate are often regarded as having no fate.
If it is a false fate, then sixty-eight people is entirely possible.
Hu Yuexi was lonely for a moment, and her charming face was filled with doubts. She touched the plush fox on her head and said, "It is true that there may be so many fake fates, but fake fates are just ordinary people. What's the use of this?"
Jin Banwei didn't understand either, but she and Guan Jiyue only mentioned a possibility.
As she unpacked the boxes, she said, "It would be nice if I could calculate their fate."
When hearing about fortune-telling, Hu Yuexi waved her hands repeatedly: "I can't tell fortunes without your specific date of birth."
She didn't expect Hu Yuexi to tell fortunes for her. Although Hu Yuexi always boasted about her fortune-telling ability, her fortune-telling skills could be traced back to the Guan family. Although Guan Jiyue didn't often tell fortunes for others, her fortune-telling was more accurate than Hu Yuexi's.
However, since the person was not present, and without his name and birth date, even Guan Jiyue would find it difficult to calculate his fate.
Guan Jiyue tapped his arm with his fingers and suddenly asked Jin Banwei: "Banwei, do you paper-making artists have any way to mold a person's facial features? I know the art of physiognomy and can deduce the birth date and then tell the fortune, but just looking at the photo is not enough."
When reading a person's face, one must pay attention to the three parts of the face and five eyes. The facial features in the photo are too flat, so she cannot guess the exact birth date.
"Ah, Ji Yue, you can't do anything, so how can Xiao Banwei do anything?"
In Hu Yuexi's mind, the strongest Yin-Yang sorcerer is Guan Jiyue. If Guan Jiyue can't do anything about it, then Jin Banwei, who is weaker than her, should also be helpless. However, she overlooked the fact that the person was made of paper.
When Ren Qiao looked over, Jin Banwei nodded.
"You have a way!" Hu Yuexi widened her lazy eyes in surprise, ran to Jin Banwei, tilted her head and looked at her: "Are you so powerful?"
It’s not that she is so great, it’s mainly because her major is suitable for her.
"Well, don't make any noise for now." Jin Banwei gently pushed away Hu Yuexi's head that was too close, took the phone from Guan Jiyue and gave it to Ren Qiao, then took out piece after piece of special wick paper from her bag, and pierced the wick paper with bamboo strips, and then took out a red candle, without lighting it, she lightly twisted the candle wick with her fingertips, and sparks came out of the candle, the flame was lavender, and there was thick smoke.
Jin Banwei cut her fingertips and blood dripped onto the red candle. The flame of the red candle suddenly became several times brighter, and balls of flames sprang up, as if the flames could swallow her up.
Hu Yuexi looked at this magical scene, her beautiful eyes sparkling with light: "Wow, your tricks are even more fancy than ours."
As soon as she spoke, Jin Banwei's breathing became disordered.
Jin Banwei has not yet reached Guan Jiyue's level. When she is performing, any noise will disturb her breath.
Ren Qiao was connected to her by blood, and soon sensed her somewhat disordered breath. She walked towards Hu Yuexi and patted her lightly on the back. Hu Yuexi found that she could not open her mouth. She looked at Ren Qiao in shock, constantly pointing at her throat.
Ren Qiao pointed at Jin Banwei and smiled apologetically at her.
Hu Yuexi wanted to protest, but Guan Jiyue patted her shoulder. After being warned by Guan Jiyue, she remained silent in great depression.
Without Hu Yuexi's interference, Jin Banwei's hands moved much faster. She threw bamboo strips with wicker paper hung on them into the sparks. The sparks devoured them but did not burn them. As they burned, the color of the bamboo strips and wicker paper changed and gradually turned dark red.
The fireball grew bigger and bigger, gradually wrapping around the furniture, but without actually burning it.
That seemingly huge ball of fire did not have any lethality at all.
Waiting for the candlelight to turn the bamboo strips and wicker paper completely dark red, Jin Banwei reached her hand into the fire and calmly took out all the bamboo strips, then took out some rags and put them in to burn. She took a deep breath, and made strange seals with both hands. The palms of her hands gradually turned dark red, and there were even small clusters of flames burning on the surface of her palms.
She stretched out her hand towards the bamboo strips and flipped her fingers, easily bending the bamboo strips into the shape of heads. The thin layer of wicker paper was seamlessly attached to the bamboo heads.
As the bamboo strips swayed, they gradually turned into white skin, forming heads without facial features.
Jin Banwei made five heads in total. She brushed each head with a special dye, then turned around and waved to Ren Qiao. Ren Qiao immediately understood and walked forward with his mobile phone. She held up the girl on the phone to Jin Banwei. Jin Banwei took out the rag from the fireball, took out a bamboo knife and cut open her palm. The bright red blood dyed the entire rag red. She brought the rag soaked with her blood close to the bamboo head. The rag was unexpectedly attached to the white skin made of wicker paper and began to move gently.
A magical scene happened. The scraps of cloth were merging with the wicker paper, and a nose and eyes gradually emerged...
While waiting for the rags to stop moving, a lifelike human head appeared in Jin Banwei's palm. Even the face was rosy and shiny, but it still looked a little unnatural.
Then the second one, the third one...
After finishing the third one, Jin Banwei had already started to sweat.
Although her physical fitness had improved, Jin Banwei still felt that the paper-making master's methods were good in every way except that they consumed too much blood.
She lost too much blood, and the color of her delicate lips faded a little. Jin Banwei took out a blood-replenishing pill and swallowed it. Feeling the recovery of her blood, she began to make the fourth head. Soon all five heads were made. Jin Banwei was relieved. She placed the heads on the table one by one, took out an ink pen, dipped it in her own blood, held the ink pen in both hands, and murmured: "The left is Yang, the right is Yin, Ming Yuansheng, borrow Qi."
After finishing reading, the tip of the pen lightly touched the center of each head's forehead. As the ink pen touched down, the heads' facial features came alive, and the bright eyeballs could tremble freely, as if they were heads that had just been chopped off.
She crawled into the fire and gently twisted the candle wick again. The flame instantly became smaller and turned into a small cluster of flames. She placed the ink pen on the candle again. The ink pen actually floated above the candle, allowing the flame to burn the blood-stained tip.
The fire became smaller, but the smoke became thicker, and it kept drifting towards the heads.
Jin Banwei withdrew her hand and said to Guan Jiyue, "Sister Jiyue, I'm done, but you have to hurry up. My strength is limited and I can't keep it up for too long."
"good."
Guan Jiyue did not stop either. She rushed forward and fiddled with the extra copper coins in one hand while gently brushing the heads with the other hand.
She was actually planning to reverse calculate the birth dates of five people at once to save time.
Hu Yuexi wanted to help, but she couldn't speak, so she could only raise her paw silently. But before Guan Jiyue saw her, she looked at Guan Jiyue's operation, put down her hand silently, rubbed against Ren Qiao, and pointed at her throat.
Jin Banwei didn't see Ren Qiao patting Hu Yuexi just now. Seeing that Hu Yuexi was just gesturing without saying anything, she felt a little strange: "Sister Ghost, what's wrong with her?"
The apologetic smile on Ren Qiao's face deepened. She patted Hu Yuexi's back again. Hu Yuexi was finally able to speak. She accused Ren Qiao: "What else can I do? Qiao Qiao was afraid that I would disturb you and deprived me of the right to speak."
Her voice was too sharp. Jin Banwei pointed at Guan Jiyue and said, "Sister Hu, please lower your voice. Sister Jiyue is still reversing the fate."
"That's not the case. Ji Yue is not as demanding as you. No noise can affect her." Hu Yuexi rolled her eyes at Jin Banwei in dissatisfaction, implying that her words were to praise Guan Ji Yue and belittle Jin Banwei.
Jin Banwei smiled at her indifferently: "I really can't do two things at the same time like Sister Ji Yue."
Her fist hit the cotton, and Hu Yuexi lost her temper. She looked at the five heads again and whispered, "Actually, I think your methods are pretty good. I haven't seen these skills before."
Du Ruojin finally spoke up: "What kind of tricks are you using?"
"This is the art of using Qi to condense into shape."
"Borrowing air, what air are you borrowing?"
Jin Banwei spread out her palm, where the wound had not yet healed: "My own blood and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
"Your methods seem to be complicated and gorgeous. I have seen paper-making masters before. Some of them are weak, while others are strong, but none of them seem to have as many tricks as you do." Du Ruojin murmured, "I have a new opinion of you."
Jin Banwei suddenly remembered that when she formally met Du Ruojin, Du Ruojin said that she was not worthy of Ren Qiao. Jin Banwei put her arm around Ren Qiao's shoulder and looked at Du Ruojin with a smile: "Then am I worthy of Sister Gui?"
Du Ruojin didn't expect her to ask this. She was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Ren Qiao also smiled. She liked others praising Jin Banwei, and she was even happier when their relationship was recognized.
Hu Yuexi rolled her eyes and pinched the corner of Jin Banwei's clothes with her long nails: "Jin Banwei, I find that although you are gentle and kind, you actually hold grudges."
Whether it was tearing off the talisman paper downstairs or asking Du Ruojin at this moment, he was reminding Hu Yuexi that Jin Banwei was not as weak as she looked.
Jin Banwei has never said that she is a person who doesn't care at all.
She smiled and brushed aside Hu Yuexi's nails: "If you have a good temper, you will be bullied."
The moment she finished speaking, her hand on Ren Qiao's shoulder suddenly trembled, and she suddenly hugged Ren Qiao tightly, and her breathing became heavier.
There is no special reason, I just suddenly thought that Yu Li is probably the best example of this sentence.
She was so powerful, but pitifully, she never even felt true kindness before being plotted against to death.
She should remember some hatred, at least for the wife beside her.
Jin Banwei's face turned ugly, and Ren Qiao was a little worried: "Xiao Jin, are you tired?"
"Sister Gui, I'm fine." She shook her head gently, gently soothing Ren Qiao's emotions.
Guan Jiyue was very fast. The copper coin in her palm emitted a light golden light. She focused her eyes, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down the birth dates of these five people. Then she said to Jin Banwei, "It's done."
Jin Banwei exhaled and let go of Ren Qiao. She walked forward, took out the ink pen, and extinguished the candle.
As the thick smoke dissipated, the five heads instantly caught fire and soon turned into ashes, disappearing without a trace.
Ren Qiao saw it, and she said to Jin Banwei: "Xiao Jin, this is how the paper tiger you gave me that day disappeared."
Seeing that she brought up the paper tiger again, Jin Banwei took out some spiritual paper and pinched a little tiger for Ren Qiao, placing it in her palm: "If Ghost Sister likes it, I can fold it for you every day."
This doesn't take much time for her, but it can make Ren Qiao happy for a long time.
Even though Ren Qiao is a little different from Yu Li, he is still very easy to please.
She looked at Ren Qiao deeply and began to pack up her remaining things. When she was done, Guan Jiyue was also finished: "Four pseudo-immortal official lives, one immortal official life 40% palace grid."
Jin Banwei and Ren Qiao's faces changed at the same time. They both felt sad for the missing people. Since they were all destined to be immortal officials, such a clear selection of their destinies must have been done by a sorcerer. No matter what the sorcerer who kidnapped them wanted to do, unfortunately they became tools in the hands of the sorcerer.
Only Hu Yuexi had a cold smile on his face: "Oh, is someone trying to go against the underworld? That's great."
The fate of an immortal official has always been the fate of Meng Po in the underworld. When talking about the fate of an immortal official, few people do not think of the underworld first.
Jin Banwei knew that Hu Yuexi had a grudge against the underworld. Not only Hu Yuexi, but it could be said that everyone in Yang Street had a grudge against the underworld. The pain of seventy years ago brought huge losses to Yang Street due to the disappearance of Yin Shuai Fuxi. The Guan family was almost wiped out, and these monsters also lost their parents, children, brothers and sisters in that war... So they hate ghosts and resent the underworld, but these living people are all innocent.
Before Jin Banwei could say anything, Ren Qiao suddenly whispered, "Xiao Jin, there's a demon."
Aren't there two demons in this room? She was still wondering why Ren Qiao said that, when a silver knife passed in front of her eyes. Before she could see clearly, Ren Qiao had already dragged her away.
The silver knife was also knocked away by Hu Yuexi's tail, but soon more silver knives were thrown over, all targeting Jin Banwei.
Hu Yuexi blocked the flying knife and approached the window: "Who is it?"
Jin Banwei squinted her eyes and looked towards the window. She could only see a little bit of yellow fluff, which quickly disappeared.
Suddenly, a crimson knife flew over. Hu Yuexi wanted to catch it with her tail, but Guan Jiyue was one step ahead of her. She blocked the knife with the tortoise shell she had just used for fortune-telling. The knife bounced off her and flew out of the window. Guan Jiyue frowned and cursed, "Hu Yuexi, you've had enough of living by using your tail to block the demon-killing knife?"
Hu Yuexi ignored Guan Jiyue and suddenly rushed out of the window. Du Ruojin on the side was a little faster than her. She turned into a pure white cat and jumped onto the windowsill. She sniffed every corner of the windowsill with her nose: "He ran away."
Hu Yuexi was like a deflated ball, and collapsed to the ground in an instant: "It was the Demon-Slaying Sword. My mother died under the Demon-Slaying Sword."
Ren Qiao stepped forward and gently patted Hu Yuexi's shoulder. Hu Yuexi held Ren Qiao's hand and said, "Ren Qiao, do you know? Seventy years ago, my mother died under the demon-killing sword. Those ghosts actually have the demon-killing sword... This is simply impossible."
The Demon-Slaying Sword first appeared more than 10,000 years ago. At that time, the demons were extremely ferocious and living people had no way to defeat them. The Demon-Slaying Sword was invented by a group of Taoists and was specially refined to restrain the demons. The making of each Demon-Slaying Sword requires a person with a good fate to jump off the sword-making furnace as a sacrifice. As long as the Demon-Slaying Sword pierces the demon, no matter how powerful the demon is, it will collapse in an instant, but the Demon-Slaying Sword will also dissipate with it. It is almost a life-for-life approach.
Therefore, the most important thing needed for making the Demon-Slaying Sword is the flesh and blood of a living person, and ghosts cannot be touched by the divine fire used to make the Demon-Slaying Sword. However, the Demon-Slaying Sword is in the hands of the ghosts besieging Yang Street.
It is simply impossible for ghosts to refine a demon-killing sword, which means that there is a sorcerer behind them.
Because of the Guan family, the demons in Yang Street all respected the sorcerer, but... the bodies of their relatives were still before their eyes...
Back then, they even used all the power of Yang Street but only managed to keep half of the Ghost Kings, and the rest were simply forced to retreat.
In recent years, Yangjie has not believed in the underworld, hates ghosts, and rejects sorcerers other than Guan Jiyue because the wounds they suffered are painful enough.
This is also the reason why Guan Jiyue hates ghosts, evil spirits, and doesn't trust her colleagues.
Jin Banwei sighed, she walked forward with relief and squatted in front of Hu Yuexi: "Sister Hu, no matter what the truth was back then, when the truth comes out, they will all be punished."
"Then their retribution has come too late." Hu Yuexi let go of Ren Qiao's hand. She was a little scared by the Demon-Slaying Sword just now, but now she is fine. She hummed softly: "Don't let me find out who is the mastermind behind this, otherwise I will cut him into pieces!"
After Du Ruojin checked the windowsill again, she jumped into the house from the windowsill and transformed into a human form. She frowned and said, "Ji Yue, there is the smell of a weasel."
Guan Jiyue was already using the Bagua compass to find the direction, but the attacker's aura was completely hidden.
She shook her head, and Hu Yuexi jumped up from the ground: "Uncle Huang, the Yellow Kite Spirit, is not the Yellow Weasel Spirit? Why don't we ask him? If it is a Yellow Weasel Demon, Uncle Huang should be very familiar with it."
"Senior Huang has stopped communicating with our family for a long time."
The Senior Huang mentioned by Guan Jiyue was one of the only two guardian gods who survived the war in Yang Street.
Because he had also lived in Yang Street for many years, he was very familiar with Hu Yuexi and the others. Plus, he was older, so he could be called uncle by Hu Yuexi and the others. He was seriously injured in the battle seventy years ago, and he would rather damage his own cultivation than terminate the contract with the Guan family.
He was originally a wandering demon, not a demon that had lived in Yang Street for generations. He left Yang Street after canceling the contract with the Guan family. Although Guan Jiyue had a way to find him again, she was unwilling to disturb Huang Yuan's meditation for so many years.
Guan Jiyue rejected Hu Yuexi's proposal. Hu Yuexi was a little depressed. After all, she finally saw the familiar objects again. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Then let's analyze why this weasel wanted to kill Jin Banwei?"
Jin Banwei shook her head and said, "No, he probably didn't come to kill me. There was no murderous intent on the knife. Besides, Sister Ghost didn't pull me, so the knife probably wouldn't have stabbed me. It was more of a warning than a means of killing me."
Guan Jiyue: "I think it's a warning, but it shouldn't be a warning to you."
Hu Yuexi: "Who is that warning?"
Guan Jiyue pointed at Du Ruojin and Hu Yuexi and said, "It should be you. The swords in front are just reminders. The real warning is the demon-killing sword."
When Hu Yuexi heard this, she straightened her back immediately, her head held high, and a scornful smile appeared on her charming face: "How could this fox be scared by a small demon-killing sword?"
Jin Banwei felt that Guan Jiyue was right. Hu Yuexi was tough now, but she was not like that just now. The appearance of the Demon-Slaying Sword frightened both Du Ruojin and Hu Yuexi, who were demons.
This was a wake-up call for her. The reason for attacking Jin Banwei was to cover up the real purpose.
But why did he warn Hu Yuexi?
Jin Banwei looked at the stubborn Hu Yuexi and the silent Du Ruojin, then turned to ask Ren Qiao, "Sister Ghost, what did you do when you encountered a magical weapon that could restrain you?"
"Hmm? Me?" Ren Qiao was a little surprised why Jin Banwei suddenly asked her this question, but she subconsciously thought about it and answered Jin Banwei: "Because I don't often fight with others. Usually, if I encounter something that restrains me, I will run away."
Run, the key word is this word run.
That person wanted Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin to run away, but why? If he was afraid of their strength, Guan Jiyue was clearly stronger than them, and he had demon-killing swords, maybe more than one, so there was no way he was afraid of Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin.
The only explanation is probably that only that person was really planning to take action against Guan Jiyue or her, but did not want to involve Hu Yuexi and the others.
That means he might know Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin.
Jin Banwei looked towards Guan Jiyue. Guan Jiyue had obviously thought of it as well. Her eyes trembled but she said nothing.
Hu Yuexi was curious about what kind of riddle they were playing: "What are you talking about?"
Guan Jiyue calmly waved at Jin Banwei, signaling her not to tell Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin. Jin Banwei did not say anything and was still racking her brains over how to fool Hu Yuexi. Ren Qiao suddenly took out a ghost card from her arms. Her ghost card was emitting red mist.
She looked at the red mist on the ghost card, her eyes lit up: "Xiao Jin, it seems that Officer Shen has come out of the underworld, and she is looking for me."
That's good news. She hasn't seen Leng Xiangying since she woke up.
Just by mentioning Yinchai, Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin's faces became even worse, because they didn't like Yinchai.
Hu Yuexi still liked Ren Qiao very much, so she hoped that Ren Qiao would not like the Yinchai either. She grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Qiaoqiao, don't be fooled by the Yinchai. They are all very bad."
For Ren Qiao, Leng Xiangying was the first person to show kindness to her after all. Although her kindness was not right, she was good at remembering the good things about others.
She seriously corrected Hu Yuexi: "Yuexi, Officer Shen is very good."
As seriously as Ren Qiao spoke well of Leng Xiangying, Hu Yuexi told her all the bad things about Yin Cha, and even tried to drag Du Ruojin into it, but Du Ruojin ignored her.
Hu Yuexi and Ren Qiao were the type who couldn't convince each other. While they were talking, Guan Jiyue waved at Jin Banwei.
Jin Banwei walked to Guan Jiyue's side, and Guan Jiyue deliberately lowered her voice: "Help me keep an eye on them, I'll see if it's his scent."
Of course, Jin Banwei knew who Guan Jiyue was talking about. She would not want to implicate Hu Yuexi and Du Ruojin's weasel spirit, so she must know them. So there was a very suspicious person right now - the yellow kite spirit.
She nodded, and Guan Jiyue avoided the sight of Hu Yuexi and the others and began to check that little bit of breath. Although the Yellow Kite Spirit had left the Guan family, he had been the guardian deity of the Guan family for thousands of years. Although Guan Jiyue had never seen him, she still had a way to detect whether it was his breath.
Guan Jiyue did not want to doubt the guardian deity who had once been loyal to her family, but now the only one who best fits their guess was the Yellow Kite Spirit.
But the result was unexpected.
Not the Yellow Kite Spirit.
Jin Banwei wanted to ask Hu Yuexi and the others if they knew any other weasel spirits, but Guan Jiyue insisted not to tell Hu Yuexi because of Hu Yuexi's personality. If she knew their speculations, if she really knew any other weasel spirits, she would definitely call them one by one and ask them in a big way.
Guan Jiyue thought about it and suddenly said, "Let's go back to Yang Street first."
Since Jin Banwei was carrying the bag containing the paper figures, Ren Qiao carried the bag containing the luggage.
As soon as they walked out of the house, Leng Xiangying arrived.
Leng Xiangying looked very ugly, and her face was a little dirty, with dust on it from somewhere. She gasped and said, "Ren Qiao, Ban Wei, you are here! I finally found you."
"Officer Shen, what's wrong with you?"
After not seeing her for many days, Leng Xiangying's aura had become much stronger, but she also looked much more disheveled. She was usually delicate and beautiful, but today, not only was her hair disheveled, but her clothes were even a little dirty.
When Leng Xiangying heard Jin Banwei ask her, her face completely fell.
When Hu Yuexi saw the Yinchai, she was ready to make some sarcastic remarks, but before she could say anything, she was grabbed by the sleeve by Ren Qiao. Ren Qiao had a bad feeling: "Officer Shen, have you been attacked?"
"Ren Qiao, don't worry about me, I'm fine." Leng Xiangying's face looked very ugly: "But I have something very important to tell you."
Jin Banwei's expression also became serious: "What's the matter?"
Leng Xiangying took two deep breaths before she said, "A Yuan is dead."
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