“It’s definitely not the same person. The girl I met was very innocent-looking and should be a student. Many people have moles on the corners of their mouths, so you can’t determine if it’s the same person just based on that,” Sang Liangjie categorically denied.
He had a very good first impression of Ji Wuxin and really didn't want to believe that such a beautiful girl could be a bad person, let alone a prostitute.
Fang Yanming held up two portraits for comparison. One was drawn by Sang Liangjie, and the other by a portrait expert. At first glance, they did not look very alike, but upon closer inspection, their facial features and eyebrows were somewhat similar. The reason they looked like two different people was entirely due to their different temperaments.
One photo is as pure as a white lotus, the other as alluring as a hibiscus.
“The facial features are very similar, but one’s temperament can be changed with makeup and clothing. Mr. Sang, please take another look.” Fang Yanming was not giving up and wanted Sang Liangjie to identify him again.
Sang Huaiyuan came closer. He had a background in painting and could tell at a glance that the two really looked alike. "They are the same person. Their eyebrows, eyes and faces are no different."
Ye Qingqing glanced at Sang Liangjie's gloomy expression and couldn't help but sneer. Men really are visual creatures. Her cousin probably really has taken a liking to that old hag Ji Wuxin. She had to pull him back quickly.
“It’s a person. I even know her name and how old she is,” Ye Qingqing said loudly.
Fang Yanming was overjoyed, "Qingqing, tell me quickly, you've been a great help to me."
"This woman is called Ji Wuxin. She is skilled in disguise and often changes her appearance to seduce young men and then take their lives. As for her age, none of you can guess. No one knows exactly how old she is, but it is certain that she is at least over sixty."
"Cough cough cough..."
Sang Liangjie, who was drinking the tonic soup, was so frightened that he spat out the whole bowl of soup. The soup went into his trachea and he coughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. The others were not as exaggerated, but they were still dumbfounded.
"Sixty... sixty? Qingqing, you're not kidding, are you?" Fang Yanming couldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death. This girl was at most twenty-five or twenty-six. How could she be older than his mother?
Ye Qingqing nodded vigorously, "Sixty is a conservative estimate, she's definitely older than sixty. This woman knows how to use yin-yang balancing techniques to absorb the yang energy of young men to maintain her youth. I don't know how many lives she's taken."
"Cough cough cough..."
Sang Liangjie, who had just managed to catch his breath, choked again, almost coughing up his lungs. Sang Huaiyuan slapped him hard on the back in annoyance, which stopped him from coughing, but he almost broke his bones.
Fang Yanming blinked, asking incredulously, "Qingqing, you're not kidding, are you? This thing called 'yin-yang replenishment' really exists?"
Why does he give off the feeling of being in a martial arts world?
Is there also the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?
Ye Qingqing glared at her, annoyed. "The world is full of wonders. Not only does the practice of 'yin-yang replenishment' exist, but even the 'corpse-driving Miao Gu' exists. You don't know this because you're ignorant."
Fang Yanming swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine. An image of a dried-up corpse involuntarily appeared in his mind—this was the fate of men on TV whose yang energy had been drained.
"What happened to those men who had their essence extracted?" Fang Yanming asked, unwilling to give up.
"To destroy the evidence, this woman has a corpse-dissolving potion that can turn a corpse into water, leaving no trace of bones." Ye Qingqing said everything she had heard from Li Wuming.
Fang Yanming swallowed again, feeling like he was dreaming. Was he still dreaming, or was Ye Qingqing talking nonsense in his dream?
"Brother Fang, don't disbelieve me, I'm telling the truth. Are you looking for that missing man? Don't bother looking anymore, he's already been reincarnated." Ye Qingqing guessed it was the vengeful ghost that Master Daoyi had converted, and couldn't help but be curious about the identity of this unlucky ghost, asking, "Who is the missing man?"
Fang Yanming smiled wryly, "The young master of the Qian family has been missing for six days."
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