On the title page of the diary, there was a photo of a delicate girl, Ye Mo could vaguely see that it was the former Sister Yan, and even Ye Mo felt that she was not much different from now. On the right side of the title page of the diary is written a seven-character diary, the handwriting is delicate and weak.

Yin Yanyan? Is this Sister Yan's name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered that she said to herself that her mother's name was Yin Qingcheng, could she be her aunt? Ye Mo frowned, if Sister Yan was her aunt, was she a little too much for her actions?

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

After that kind of thing happened with Song Yingzhu, and he struggled with Ning Qingxue's ears and temples all day long, his mind seemed to have become a little unhealthy.

Ye Mo shook his head, shook off these things, and turned the next page of the diary. The words on the next page of the diary were very vague and crooked, and Ye Mo even suspected that this was something written by a primary school student, and there was not much content.

"April 8, XX80, fine. Today, at the Mao Ciwan venue, my father took me and my sister to the venue. I used the money my dad gave me to buy a diary, I loved this book very much, I was 6 years old and finally had my own diary. ”

The next thing is some trivial things, all kinds of small things to do with her sister, and her sister seems to be very protective of her.

"January 25, XX81, heavy snowfall. Today there is another brother in my family, he is a few years older than my sister, and he has become our senior brother, his name is Ye Cai. ”

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"February 16, XX82, fine. Dad likes to let us practice martial arts every day, but I don't like it, I only like that guqin. Later, my brother and sister practiced martial arts, and I practiced the piano alone, and at the beginning, my father often said a few words to me, but then I felt that he stopped talking about me, and he was still very supportive of me......"

"March 27, XX82, rain. Today a friend of my dad came to my house, and he said that I was very talented, and even said that I could participate in the competition and win the national championship in the junior category. He wanted me to go to Yanjing, but I didn't want to go, and my father just asked me a question, but he didn't agree to that person.

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"11/19/XX83, cloudy. I'm in a bad mood today, I feel like the sound of the piano I play is not good at all, and I feel like my dad is in a bad mood too. ”

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"June 21, XX84, cloudy. My brother and sister are very kind to me, I think maybe it's because I'm the youngest. As long as there is something delicious or fun, my sister will give it to me first, and my sister has never robbed me of anything. Dad was also very good to me, and Dad never scolded me, but Dad often scolded my sister, and sometimes even scolded my sister to tears. And any good things are let me pick first, and then give them to my sister. At that time, I secretly thought, isn't my sister my own? ”

As soon as Ye Mo saw this, he felt that the plane vibrated a little, and he subconsciously swept it out with his divine sense, it should be Yujian airflow. A flight attendant came over pushing a small cart, saw Ye Mo who was looking at something, stopped and asked, "Sir, do you need something to drink?" ”

"Oh, a glass of orange juice." Ye Mo said casually, and reached out to take the orange juice from the flight attendant's hand. Suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the stewardess, and smiled meaningfully, he actually found a pistol under the small cart.

This flight attendant saw Ye Mo smile, her face suddenly turned red, of course she wouldn't be ugly if she could be a flight attendant on the plane, in fact, she was very beautiful. She knew that many of these people who could travel from San Francisco to Hong Kong were wealthy people. The young man who smiled at her looked quite handsome, and the most important thing was that he had an indescribable temperament. For a moment, she forgot to continue pushing 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 of the gun as fast as he could, and Zuihou made a divine sense mark on the pistol, and then put the gun back. This series of movements was extremely fast, coupled with the concealment of his hand, and after all these were done, the stewardess was still standing in front of Ye Mo and did not move.

Originally, Ye Mo thought that this pistol belonged to this flight attendant, but now it seems that he has thought too much. Judging by the stewardess's expression and movements, perhaps she didn't even know that there was a pistol under her cart. Ye Mo put away the diary, the diary can go back and look at it again, since the pistol was found, it means that there is something wrong with the plane. Ye Mo remembered that Ning Qingxue's plane was also traveling from Hong Kong to San Francisco, but her plane crashed halfway.

"Bring me a cup of coffee," Ye Mo was already calling behind him.

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

Ye Mo's divine sense always paid attention to the changes in the cabin, but after the stewardess kept pushing the cart back, no one wanted to move the pistol under the cart. Ye Mo was a little puzzled, could it be that this pistol was forgotten by others, or that it was the stewardess's at all.

The stewardess put down the cart and started chatting with the other stewardesses. After a while, there were more and more flight attendants here, and there were five of them. Ye Mo withdrew his divine sense, anyway, he made a divine sense mark on the pistol, and whoever took it away, he would also know.

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

Ye Mo noticed that he was an old man in his sixties, although he looked very good mentally, but as soon as Ye Mo's divine sense swept away, he knew that this old man was about to die. Ye Mo wanted to see what kind of illness he was, he was going to die, and he was still in such good spirits that he even came to the United States.

But this old man's illness is very strange, although Ye Mo did not use his true qi to check the old man's body, his general illness can still be seen, but he can't see anything after looking at it for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that he could feel the old man's dead breath, he wouldn't even know that the old man was sick.

It's really strange that a person who is certain 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, played a circle. ”

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

"Young man, your skills are good, you should come from an ancient martial arts family. It's just that you weishenme want to put that pistol back again? I'm sure it's not your thing, and you should know that since someone put a pistol under the cart, it means that the person should have a plan, and you must know that the other passengers are also innocent. The old man's words were a bit like talking heart-to-heart, but Ye Mo was taken aback.

Ye Mo's mind immediately gathered, and his divine sense checked the old man again, and indeed he did not have any cultivation, not even Gu Wu had cultivated, and there was no internal qi fluctuation in his body. How is it possible for such a person to see his own movements? Although his movements did not deliberately use some small spells, he believed that with his speed, even if this old man was a Xuan-level ancient martial arts cultivator, he would definitely not be able to see it.

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 I didn't see was that I had done something to the pistol. …,

"You're so good that you can see that I moved that pistol. You probably didn't come to San Francisco either. Ye Mo's voice became cold, he even suspected that this old guy had divine sense, and he was also a cultivator, and his cultivation was far higher than him.

You must know that an ordinary ancient martial arts cultivator, even if he cultivates to the point where Ye Mo can't see the realm, he can also know that the other party is powerful, because there is no way to hide that kind of internal qi fluctuation under his divine sense. This was also the reason why he could see how high and low the cultivation of the ancient martial artists was.

However, cultivators are different, once the cultivator's cultivation is far higher than his own, he will not be able to see any abnormalities in the other party at all. If it is a cultivator who has cultivated the concealed true qi, it will be even more difficult for others to see it.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry, I'm just a useless person who looks at feng shui and gives people a fate." seemed to see the jealousy in Ye Mo's eyes, and the old man took the initiative to explain.

It turned out to be a looker, a looker who could see his own movements, and knew that the gun was not his own, which was impossible. Ye Mo was puzzled, but he didn't ask again. He knew that although there were no cultivators here, there were a lot of capable people here, but they didn't like to be in the limelight.

Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak again, the old man spoke again: "If Xiaoyou doesn't mind, I can help you look at palmistry." ”

Ye Mo just wanted to refuse, but when he thought that the old man could see his movements just now, 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 don't look at palmistry." ”

Ye Mo didn't look back, and his divine sense immediately swept over the young man's body. He was in his twenties and of medium stature, 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 fades a lot, as long as it accumulates over time and lasts for a long time, he will still follow in the footsteps of this old man.

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about Xiao Ku, I'll take care of it." ”