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"You may want to harm someone, but this person is definitely not him." I smiled lightly.

"Are you so sure?" Yin Ling's voice was colder than the air at the moment.

"Of course, if you wanted to harm him, you would have done it long ago." I said firmly, "We are all sensible people, so don't waste time. Tell me, what is your purpose?"

Li Xin had his eyes closed, but I could feel that the Yin spirit attached to him was looking at me coldly.

After a long silence, Yin Ling slowly spoke.

"I want to know how I died." There was a slight sigh in the ethereal voice.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows. I thought her obsession was revenge or something, but I didn't expect that it didn't even know how she died.

"My memory is blurred, and the last scene that can come to my mind is the scene of him lifting my hijab on the wedding night," Yin Ling said quietly.

"Did your new husband kill you?"

"I don't know." Yin Ling shook his head.

"This is not difficult. You tell me his name and identity, and I will check it for you. If you can find him, if you ask him face to face, it will be clear whether he killed him."

"But I don't remember who he is, and I don't remember who I am. I'm just a residual soul attached to the relics, and I don't remember many things."

"It's a pity that the owner of this body is allowed to dream just to recall everything in the past."

I frowned: "You don't remember anything, so how did you know that I was using Yin Lei?"

"I don't know, I can tell it at a glance. Maybe I knew these things before I was alive."

A thought occurred to me. It must have been a practitioner during its lifetime, and it knew a lot of things and practiced the Tao.

Otherwise, since it is just a remnant soul, how can it possess the human body and still talk to me?

"What sect do you come from? Why do you use Yin Thunder Technique? In my impression, it should be a secret technique of a certain sect, but unfortunately I can't remember the name." Yin Ling asked again.

"I don't have any sect. I accidentally picked up a book and practiced this thunder in a daze." I said perfunctorily.

"Picked it up? Are you confused?" Yin Ling was extremely surprised.

"Let's not talk about it now. The focus now is to find clues about your husband. Even if you forget his name, you should remember his appearance, right?" I quickly changed the subject.

"I remember the patterns embroidered on the clothes he was wearing, but his face was a bit blurry." Yin Ling thought for a moment and sighed.

"I don't even remember the face. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find someone based only on their clothes." I shook my head.

"No matter what, I have to give it a try. If you help me, I won't treat you badly. As long as you help me find him, I will guide you to refine the second level of the Yin Thunder in the Palm."

"Is this true?" My eyes lit up.

"Absolutely serious!" Yin Ling replied solemnly.

Li Xin's body suddenly seemed to be shaken. He shook violently and fell on the sofa.

"What happened?"

I stepped forward to check in confusion, and found that the Yin spirit had left Li Xin's body. He held the pearl flower tightly in his hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps the Yin spirit has limited abilities and cannot possess it for too long, so we can only talk about it next time.

I was not polite and went to Li Xin's bed to sleep.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the movement in the living room.

When I got up, I saw that Li Xin was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something, as if he was in a hurry. I called him twice, but he didn't hear him.

Finally, he found the account book and turned to a blank page, picked up a pen and began to draw on it.

It didn't take long for a portrait to take shape.

"call--"

Li Xin let out a long breath, as if exhausted, and lay slumped on the table.

I picked up the painting, and as soon as I took a look at it, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

The man in the painting is a man in ancient costume, with only a face and no facial features. He wears a jade crown and a Taoist robe. The Taoist robe is embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, giving him the aura of a jade tree facing the wind.

"I" Li Xin regained his breath, but before he could say anything, I suddenly turned around and ran out.

He ran all the way back to the shop, opened the rolling shutter door and rushed into the bedroom.

I pulled out the old wooden box from under the bed and opened the lid.

Throwing away the clutter, I found an old robe.

The off-white fabric is embroidered with dark golden auspicious cloud patterns.

Comparing the robe with the Taoist robe in the painting, the pattern of auspicious clouds is exactly the same.

The hand that lit the cigarette trembled slightly, and I sat on the ground. No matter how much I restrained myself, I could not suppress the turbulent waves in my heart.

After a while, I calmed down a little.

The robe embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns in the old wooden box was left by my father.

He is a numerologist, and he also helps people read Feng Shui and ward off evil spirits. Sometimes he puts on this very old robe and dresses himself up like a Taoist.

I always thought this was the attire he used to bluff people, but I never expected to see the same robes elsewhere.

I have never seen my mother since I was a child, and my father has never mentioned it. Could the man in the painting be him?

No no no!

My heart refuses.

Take two deep puffs of cigarette and force yourself to think calmly.

Judging from the dress of the person in the painting, it seems to be from a relatively long time ago. Moreover, Zhuhua is an antique, at least a hundred years old.

My dad wasn't born yet at that time.

If the time doesn't match, it's definitely not him.

However, wearing the same Taoist robe is definitely not a coincidence, there must be some origin.

Who is daddy?

Why were you silent and left such a big mystery to me?

Others cheated on their father, but he cheated on his son.

I smiled helplessly.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, there was a knock on the rolling shutter door outside.

"Brother Yunfeng, what's going on? Is there something wrong? You came back in such a hurry!"

Li Xin is here.

I gathered my emotions, put away my robe, and walked out of the bedroom with the painting.

"It's okay. I just suddenly remembered that I forgot to turn off the fire on the stove. Come back and have a look. Fortunately, it's okay."

I smiled.

"Ah? When did you become so reckless, but it's okay!" Li Xin didn't think much, but breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was shocked! I thought something was wrong with me."

"Brother Xin, don't worry. I talked to Yin Ling last night. She doesn't want to harm you. She just wants to use your dreams to recall what happened during her lifetime."

"That's good, that's good." Li Xin patted his chest, "As soon as I woke up this morning, this man's appearance was in my mind, as if he was possessed by a demon. I must draw him."

"This is the person Yin Ling is looking for, her husband." I explained, "I will keep this painting. I have reached an agreement with her. She should not cause trouble to you again."

"How can I thank you so much!" Li Xin held my hand excitedly, with gratitude on his face, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything with me. I'll give you a red envelope right now."

With that said, he was about to turn around and go out.

"Brother Xin, no need. If you really want to thank me, just give me that pearl flower." I stopped him with a smile.