Chapter 567 Sister Yan's Diary

On the title page of the diary was a picture of a pretty girl, Ye Mo could vaguely tell that it was the former Sister Yan, even Ye Mo felt that she was not much different from now. On the right side of the title page of the diary, there are seven words 'Yin Qingyan's diary' written in delicate and delicate handwriting.

Yin Qingyan? Is this Miss Yan's name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered that she told him that his mother was Yin Qingcheng, could she be his aunt? Ye Mo frowned, if Sister Yan was his aunt, wouldn't she be a little too much for him?

Although it doesn't matter if my aunt and niece marry the same person at the same time in Luoyue, this is not Luoyue, it's the earth. But Ye Mo quickly shook her head, maybe she remembered her mother. Is it too much for Auntie to let me hug you? This should be normal, Ye Mo patted his forehead, he was thinking too much.

After what happened with Song Yingzhu, and spending time with Ning Qingxue all day, his mind seemed to be a little unhealthy.

Ye Mo shook his head, put aside these things, and turned to the next page of the diary. The words on the next page of the diary were blurry and crooked. Ye Mo even suspected that it was written by a primary school student, and the content was not much.

"April 8, XX80, sunny. My father took me and my sister to the venue today at Mao Tsz Bay. I bought a diary with the money my father gave me. I like this book very much. I am 6 years old. , I finally have my own diary.”

What followed were trivial things, all kinds of small things to do with her sister, her sister seemed to protect her very much in words.

"January 25, XX81, heavy snow. Today, another brother came to my family. He is a few years older than my sister, so he became our senior brother. His name is Ye Cai."

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"February 16, XX82, sunny. Dad likes to let us practice martial arts every day, but I don't like it. I only like the guqin. Later, when my brother and sister practiced martial arts, I practiced the piano alone. At the beginning, my father often said that I After a few words, I felt that he stopped talking about me and supported me..."

"March 27, XX82, rain. A friend of my father came to my house today. He said that I am very talented, and even said that if I participate in the competition, I can win the national championship of the junior group. He wants me to go to Yanjing, but I didn't want to go, my dad just asked me a question, and didn't agree to that person.

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"November 19, XX83, overcast. I am in a bad mood today. I feel that the piano sound I play is not pleasant at all. I feel that my father is also in a bad mood."

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"June 21, XX84, overcast. Senior brother and sister are very kind to me, I think maybe it's because of my youngest. As long as there are delicious things, or fun sisters, they will be given to me first. I didn’t grab anything from me. My father is also very good to me, and my father never scolded me, but my father often scolded my sister, and sometimes even scolded my sister to tears. And any good things are given to me first Pick it, and then give it to my sister. At that time, I secretly thought, isn’t my sister my own?”

Just as Ye Mo saw this, he felt the plane vibrate, and subconsciously swept it out with his divine sense, probably because he encountered an air current. A flight attendant walked over pushing a small trolley, saw Ye Mo who was looking at something, stopped and asked, "Sir, do you want something to drink?"

"Oh, a glass of orange juice.

"Ye Mo said casually, and reached out to take the orange juice in the hands of the stewardess. Suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the stewardess, smiled meaningfully, and found that there was a pistol under the small trolley.

Seeing Ye Mo's smile, the stewardess blushed immediately. Of course she wouldn't look ugly to be a stewardess on the plane. In fact, she is very beautiful. She knew that many of these people who could travel from San Francisco to Hong Kong were rich. The young man who smiled at her looked quite handsome, and the most important thing was that he had an indescribable aura about him. For a moment, she even forgot to push the cart away.

Ye Mo patted her cart, and quickly took the pistol tied under the cart in his hand. Then he destroyed the structure inside the gun as quickly as possible, and finally made a mark of spiritual consciousness on the pistol, and put the gun back. This series of actions was extremely fast, coupled with the cover-up of his hands, after all these were done, the stewardess still stood in front of Ye Mo without moving.

Originally, Ye Mo thought that the pistol belonged to the stewardess, but now it seems that he is overthinking it. Judging from the flight attendant's expression and movements, maybe she didn't even know that there was a pistol under her trolley.

Ye Mo put away the diary, he can go back and read the diary, since he found the pistol, it means there is something wrong with the plane. Ye Mo remembered that the plane that Ning Qingxue took was also from Hong Kong to San Francisco, but her plane crashed midway.

"Bring me a cup of coffee!" A man was already calling behind Ye Mo.

The stewardess quickly pushed the car over, and picked up a cup of instant coffee and handed it to the man.

Ye Mo's consciousness has been paying attention to the changes in the cabin [Dzi Bead Change], but after the stewardess pushed the cart all the way back, no one wanted to move the pistol under the cart. Ye Mo was a little puzzled, did someone else forget this pistol, or did it belong to the stewardess at all.

The stewardess put down the trolley and started chatting with other stewardesses. After a while, more and more flight attendants came here, and there were five of them. Ye Mo withdrew his consciousness, anyway, he marked his consciousness on the pistol, whoever took it away, he would know.

"Are you traveling to San Francisco?" The person sitting next to Ye Mo suddenly interrupted Ye Mo's train of thought.

It was only then that Ye Mo noticed that he was an old man in his sixties. Although he seemed to be in good spirits, Ye Mo knew that the old man was on the verge of decay. Ye Mo wanted to see what kind of disease he was, he was about to die, but he was still in such good spirits that he even came to the United States.

But the old man's illness was very strange. Although Ye Mo didn't use his true energy to check inside the old man's body, he could still see his spiritual illness, but he couldn't see anything after looking for a long time. If it wasn't for him, he could feel the old man's dead breath, and he wouldn't even know that the old man was sick.

It's really strange that a person who is bound to die can't see it himself.

Ye Mo replied with a slight smile, "That's right, I'm also here to find someone. By the way, I played around."

He had no interest in talking to the old man, he just thought the old man's illness was very strange. Although it was strange, Ye Mo didn't care, he had seen too many strange things, he could see ghosts that others couldn't see, and there was something that could scare him.

"Young man, you have good skills. You should come from a family of ancient warriors. But why did you put that pistol back just now? I believe it is definitely not yours. You should know that since someone put the pistol in the push Under the car, it means that the person must have plots, and the other passengers are also innocent." The old man's words sounded like a heart-to-heart conversation, but Ye Mo was taken aback.

Ye Mo's mind was immediately concentrated, and he checked the old man again with his spiritual sense. He really didn't have any cultivation base, he hadn't even practiced ancient martial arts, and there was no internal energy fluctuation in his body. How could such a person see his actions? Although he didn't deliberately use some small spells in his movements, he believed that with his speed, even if the old man was a black-level ancient martial artist, he would definitely not be able to tell.

But in fact, the old man not only saw it, but also knew that it was a pistol, and even saw that the gun was not his own. How could he be so sure? The only thing he didn't see was that he had tampered with the pistol.

"You are so powerful, you can even see that I moved the pistol. You probably didn't come to San Francisco for a trip." Ye Mo's voice became colder, and he even suspected that the old guy had consciousness, and he also As a cultivator, his cultivation base is far higher than him.

You must know that ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners, even if they practice to the point where Ye Mo can't see the state, he can still know the strength of the other party, because there is no way to hide the fluctuation of inner energy under his spiritual consciousness. This is also the reason why he can tell the level of cultivation of ancient warriors.

But a cultivator is different. Once a cultivator's cultivation level is much higher than his own, he will not be able to see any abnormalities in the opponent at all. If it is a cultivator who has cultivated to hide his true energy, it will be even more difficult for others to see it.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm just a useless person who looks at feng shui to give people fortunes." Seemingly seeing the fear in Ye Mo's eyes, the old man took the initiative to explain.

It turned out to be a physiognomy, a physiognomist who can see his movements and know that the gun is not his own, this is impossible. Ye Mo was puzzled, but he didn't ask again. He knows that although there are no practitioners here, there are many capable people here, but they don't like to show off.

Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak any more, the old man said again: "If you don't mind, I can help you look at the palmistry."

Ye Mo just wanted to refuse, but thought that the old man could see his movements just now, so he immediately changed his mind.

It was only Ye Mo who stretched out his hand, and a young man behind him stood up and said, "Grandpa, your health is not good, so it's better not to read your palm."

Ye Mo didn't look back, his consciousness immediately swept to the young man. He was in his twenties, with a medium build, but what surprised Ye Mo was that this young man also had a dead air on his body, but the dead air on his body was much lighter. But even if it faded a lot, as long as it accumulates over time, he will still step into the old man's footsteps.

The old man chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Xiaoku, I'll take care of it."