With that said, Jiang Xinyou told her everything that happened after Xia Qianshuang left. At the end, she couldn't help but asked with some worry: "Tell me, did my sister pass this information to me through telekinesis or possession?"

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Xia Qianshuang knew what she meant by asking, and quickly put down the painting in her hand, held Jiang Xinyou's shoulders tightly, and said firmly: "Xinyou, don't worry, your sister is still alive, even Leng Yan

That's what I said. And there is no supernatural energy in these paintings at all. How could your sister guide you to draw these paintings through possession? She must have used other methods to help us in the dark!"

Jiang Xinyou knew that Xia Qianshuang would not lie to her, but what happened just now was too weird. She could not imagine the method through which her sister conveyed the information to her, but at least for now, these clues seemed very useful.

Li Xiaoxiao was not tortured by the death music and committed suicide, but was also brutally killed by a hidden evil force. As for the subsequent deaths of Alyssa and Peng Fei, Jiang Xinyou could not sense it for the time being, but she had a vague suspicion that they were probably not

He must have been harmed by Li Xiaoxiao’s undead spirit.

The most important thing is where have the souls of the deceased gone, and who controls them?

Xia Qianshuang stood in front of the window with those paintings and looked through them repeatedly. After a long time, she suddenly asked curiously: "Xinyou, have you ever learned to paint?"

Jiang Xinyou didn't understand why Qian Shuang asked this matter, but she answered honestly: "When I was very young, but I stopped learning after a few years."

"Then can you sketch?"

"Yes, I haven't painted since I entered junior high school. Why did you suddenly think of asking about this?"

Xia Qianshuang frowned and took out another piece of A4 paper from the table: "Just use this to draw casually. I want to see your brushstroke style."

Does Qian Shuang doubt that these paintings are her style?

Jiang Xinyou couldn't believe it. Wasn't she controlled by a strange force when she was painting? How could Qian Shuang have such an idea?

But in order to find out the truth of the matter, Jiang Xinyou still followed Xia Qianshuang's suggestion and drew a hasty sketch of the dusk night scene outside the window.

Halfway through the painting, Jiang Xinyou was frightened by herself. Xia Qianshuang's guess was indeed correct. The style of these paintings was indeed similar to her brushstrokes. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.

"Qian Shuang, if these paintings were really painted by me, then was the one my sister left behind also painted by me?" Jiang Xinyou admitted that she did not have the ability to travel through time and space, but the painting her sister left behind did have the same strokes as these paintings.

Exactly the same, obviously made by the same person!

Xia Qianshuang knew that Jiang Xinyou was frightened by the painting in front of her, and quickly comforted her: "Xinyou, don't worry, no matter what happens, there are two sides. Maybe we are facing evil spirits, but it is undeniable that there are also helpers hiding in the dark.

Although our people's methods are a bit extreme, isn't it...the murderer of Meizi and Tiantian?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but shudder. In her opinion, the cruel murderer was her biggest enemy. How could she be an ally?

She quickly put down the painting in her hand, feeling a vague foreboding feeling.

Behind the top ten supernatural events, there must be many unknown secrets waiting for them to investigate and answer.

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Chapter completed!