Chapter 139 He is an evil cultivator who can control ghosts
Jiang Jun, who saw this scene, looked puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"
Yun Yanchu didn't answer Jiang Jun. His face was pale and he closed his eyes for a moment to relax before recovering.
Her reaction was the fear in the passerby's heart before his death, transmitted to her with the help of memory.
After Yun Yanchu recovered, he let go of the hand that controlled the passerby and looked sideways at Jiang Jun with some doubts.
Jiang Jun didn’t know that viewing memories would be affected by the memory owner’s emotions?
How could it be? He is an evil cultivator who can control ghosts...
When Yun Yan first met Jiang Jun, Jiang Jun had already mastered the art of controlling ghosts to a high level, and all ghosts could be unleashed at the turn of his hand.
She always thought it was Jiang Jun who gained some insights through practice.
But now there are only two years left before she meets Jiang Jun. In these two years, it is basically impossible to gain insights and practice the method of success.
The only possibility is that Jiang Jun did not comprehend this ghost-controlling technique himself. Then there is only one possibility. Lin Wanqing gave him this ghost-controlling technique.
I just don’t know where Lin Wanqing’s ghost control skills came from.
Feeling so upset by Yun Yanchu, Jiang Jun looked at Yun Yanchu puzzledly, recalling whether he had said something wrong just now.
But after thinking about it, I just asked "What's wrong with you" out of "concern"?
Jiang Jun turned his eyes away and looked at the sluggish passers-by, then looked at Yun Yanchu. An idea flashed through his mind, but he was too fast to catch it.
Jiang Jun scratched his head irritably and asked in a broken voice: "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"It's okay." Yun Yanchu shook his head, suppressed his thoughts, looked at the passerby who looked like a walking corpse, raised his hand and used the puppet control technique to control this person out of the alley.
When the man walked into the crowd, Yun Yanchu raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the man suddenly woke up.
Seeing the man glance around strangely, then blend into the crowd and walk around, Jiang Jun opened his mouth, but still didn't ask any more questions.
He knew that Yun Yanchu had a tight mouth, and if she didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't be able to ask her out no matter how much he asked.
Yun Yanchu took Jiang Jun back to the inn and asked Qiniang for paper and pen.
"Paper and pen? The girl needs to wait. Not many people want this thing. It is probably buried at the bottom of the warehouse. I will look for it right away. When I find it, I will send it to the girl's room."
Qi Niang responded with a smile, turned around and walked towards the warehouse.
After watching him leave, Yun Yanchu asked Jiang Jun thoughtfully: "How much resentment does Qi Niang have?"
When Jiang Jun heard this, he glanced at Qiniang, but no matter how he looked at her, there was not even a trace of resentment on Qiniang's body.
Jiang Jun pointed at Qiniang with wide eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face, "She, she..."
"She has no resentment, right?" Yun Yanchu finished Jiang Jun's words, and then saw Jiang Jun's expression of seeing a ghost on his face.
"How do you know?!" Jiang Jun looked at Yun Yanchu in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.
"When I let the person go just now, do you still remember that person looked around?" Yun Yanchu asked
"Remember, wasn't that his reaction because he didn't know why he appeared in the crowd?" Jiang Jun nodded in response, but an astonishing guess appeared in his mind.
"That was on purpose. The snap of my fingers was fake. He was still under my control at that time. Qi Niang was at the stall in front of the alley." Yun Yanchu said softly.
But Jiang Jun was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.
With his scheming so deep, Jiang Jun suddenly remembered his previous conversation with Yun Yanchu about what if Yun Yanchu had been born thousands of years earlier.
If Yun Yanchu was really born thousands of years earlier, then he would definitely kill Yun Yanchu without hesitation.
No one can feel at ease when such a monster lives.
Yun Yanchu didn't know what Jiang Jun was thinking. He just looked at Qiniang's leaving figure and thought about why Qiniang was following her.
What's more, I recalled that when I was living in the inn these days, Qi Niang revealed information about Yueyuan City.
"Qi Niang..."
Yun Yanchu whispered Qiniang's name in a low voice, turned around and took Jiang Jun back to the house.
Not long after returning to the house, Qi Niang brought up a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Qi Niang put things on the table for Yun Yanchu one by one, turned her back to Yun Yanchu who was sitting by the window and asked, "Is the girl planning to practice calligraphy?"
"No, I want to draw a portrait." Yun Yanchu glanced sideways at Qiniang, Qiniang's figure reflected in his deep, waveless eyes.
Qiniang does not exist in the memories of passers-by.
But the strange thing is that the passerby's home is near this inn.
Even if you don't come here often, you won't have no memory.
Qi Niang stopped holding the things and said with a smile: "Young girl can also draw people? It's really amazing."
Yun Yanchu responded with a smile: "I learned from my master in the past. My master's painting skills are very good, but my paintings are only ninety percent similar."
"The nine-point resemblance is amazing. Did the girl come to the city to find the man in the painting?"
"Yes, maybe I'll ask Niang Qi to help me draw it later to see if I can recognize it."
"That's no problem. I open an inn here. Most of the people coming and going in the city are familiar to me, Qi Niang." Qi Niang turned around with a smile, and met Yun Yanchu's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile.
The smile on her face stopped for a moment, but quickly recovered. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.
"Then there's Lao Qiniang." Yun Yanchu stood up and walked forward as if he didn't notice anything strange about Qi Niang.
Qi Niang watched Yun Yanchu lift up his pen and place each stroke on the paper. In just a moment, he drew a portrait.
As Yun Yanchu gradually refined the portrait, the person in the portrait gradually became clearer.
It's just a side face, it's still somewhat difficult to identify.
But when Yun Yanchu put down the pen and suddenly turned his head, the hatred that could not be hidden in Qiniang's eyes and the slightly trembling hands due to fear were reflected in Yun Yanchu's eyes.
Qi Niang's eyes fell on the portrait, and she stared at the portrait without blinking.
After a long while, Yun Yanchu finally spoke and pulled her back.
"Qiniang, do you know this person?" Yun Yanchu dried the ink on the portrait, then picked up the portrait and handed it to Qiniang.
Qiniang stared at the portrait blankly for a long time, then stretched out her hand to take the portrait. Looking at the person in the portrait, her hand holding the portrait trembled slightly.
As if aware that her emotions were too exposed, Qi Niang frowned and suppressed her emotions, but it had the opposite effect and she almost lost her breath.
"What's wrong with Qi Niang?" Yun Yanchu didn't pretend he didn't see her this time, but asked directly.
Qiniang raised her eyes to look at Yun Yanchu and shook her head, but her body's reaction still revealed her true thoughts at this moment.
"Qi Niang has seen him? Where have you seen him? Who is he?" Yun Yanchu suddenly pressed forward step by step, frightening Qi Niang and staggering back.
His hands were not steady, and a crack opened in the portrait.
Yun Yanchu held Qiniang's hand, looked into her eyes and asked, "Who is he?"