So what! Are you going to kill me?

Chapter 121 Want to learn to take over another's body

Seeing that he had perked up a bit, the few people felt a little happier. They pulled Ling Yin to sit down and told him what happened after Jin Cancan joined the sect. They also picked out a lot of interesting things to tell him.

Ling Yin listened quietly, rarely interrupting, and only nodded occasionally: "Really? Very interesting."

They talked for a while, and seeing Ling Yin looking tired, Yan Qiyun said, "Ling Yin is tired too. Let's stop here today. I'll come back to see you in a few days."

Jiang Chao stopped talking and looked at Ling Yin expectantly: "So, you agree to teach Cancan the formation?"

Ling Yin nodded slightly: "Of course, I am very happy to see a new formation cultivator in the sect."

Sun Nongqiao blinked at Jin Cancan, and the meaning of her look was easy to understand: See, I told you that Ling Yin was happy to see you.

Jin Cancan smiled and said, "I want to learn today."

Several people were stunned and tasted something wrong.

"Ling Yin is tired today, let's do it tomorrow." Lin Yanqiu said.

Jin Cancan ignored him and stared at Ling Yin: "Are you tired?"

Ling Yin didn't expect Jin Cancan to be so anxious. He seemed to have a good temper and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

"Is it really okay?" Sun Nongqiao felt that Jin Cancan was acting strange and turned to ask Ling Yin.

Ling Yin nodded slightly: "It doesn't matter."

Since Ling Yin had nodded, they had nothing more to say.

"Then you guys continue chatting, we'll go back first." Yan Qiyun didn't think there was anything wrong, he picked up his sword and left with Lin Yanqiu, Jiang Chao and Sun Nongqiao.

Jiang Chao looked back every few steps. He always felt that the atmosphere was not good. He thought they should not quarrel, right?

Cancan has a very good personality. I have never seen her quarreling, so she shouldn’t.

Ling Yin watched them leave and asked, "What type do you want to learn?"

Jin Cancan stared at him without blinking: "I want to learn how to possess another's body."

Ling Yin's face, as pale as paper, was almost transparent in the sunlight. There were obvious dark circles under his eyes. His lifeless eyes stared straight at Jin Cancan and he spoke word by word, "What did you say?"

Jin Cancan used her thumb to eject the tetanus from the scabbard, and suddenly swung the sword expressionlessly, cutting off Ling Yin's ears. Blood spurted out, and she replied coldly: "Since the ears are not useful, then don't use them."

"Ling Yin" covered the wound that was still gushing blood with both hands, his expression wrinkled, his tone was weird and stiff: "Ah, it hurts, I promised to teach you the formation, why did you do this to me?"

Jin Cancan showed disgust: "Your imitation is very poor."

Ling Yin had never had his ears cut off, so "it" could not imitate it. Its intelligence was not enough to support it in calculating the correct reaction that Ling Yin should have in this situation.

Ling Yin's eyes bulged slightly, and he answered seriously, "Really? I don't understand."

Jin Cancan sneered: "You speak like a formula, don't you realize it?"

"Let me guess. You took over Ling Yin's body and also possessed some of his memories. Ling Yin likes to say 'really?' at the beginning of a sentence, so almost nine out of ten of your sentences start with 'really?'"

Jin Cancan had consciously imitated the tone and reactions of normal people for more than twenty years, so as soon as she heard Ling Yin speak, she realized that something was wrong.

From the ups and downs of speech, intonation to the emphasis and ambiguity of pronunciation, everything is exactly the same, as if it were a formula. Real humans will change the way they speak based on the context and their own emotions, and it is impossible for them to be so unchanging.

Blood had soaked Ling Yin's sleeves and collar. Blood dripped down his arms, but he seemed to feel no pain. He stared at Jin Cancan: "You, how do you know?"

Ling Yin's voice disappeared, its sound was hoarse and empty, and although his mouth was not open, he could still make sounds.

Jin Cancan put his sword on Ling Yin's neck: "According to our human rules, you must answer my questions before asking them."

"what are you?"

It stared at Jin Cancan: "You, can't kill me, Ling Yin, it's important. If you kill me, you will die too."

Jin Cancan curled his lips, moved his wrist slightly, and the tetanus that could cut through iron like mud easily chopped off Ling Yin's head.

Blood gushed out and the whole body fell to the ground.

Jin Cancan stared at the corpse for a moment, and was no longer in a hurry to clean it up. He placed a photo stone to record it, and walked into Ling Yin's house naturally as if he had returned to his own home. He picked up a few books on formations, returned to the yard, leaned comfortably on the bamboo chair, and began to read without any psychological pressure.

She guessed that Ye Shujing should also be possessed by this thing.

As the sun set in the west, Jin Cancan stood guarding the corpse without moving, as if he was determined to fight to the end.

Ling Yin's head lay quietly in a pool of blood, his originally hollow and gray eyes suddenly flashed with an eerie dark red light.

The severed head seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, rolling slowly towards the body, and the headless body began to tremble slightly.

Jin Cancan closed the book and looked at the strange scene of corpse resurrection in front of him with interest.

The blood on the ground seemed to have life and began to flow backwards strangely.

The thick red liquid on the ground slowly flowed back into the corpse in a creepy manner. Every drop of blood flowing back was accompanied by a sticky "sizzling" sound.

The distance between the head and the body was getting closer and closer, and when they finally touched, a black smoke instantly enveloped the entire corpse.

The black fog exuded a foul and evil smell, almost exactly the same as the miasma in the Exiled Land.

In this strange light, the head automatically connected with the body. As the connection was completed, the body, which was originally as shriveled as a discarded skin bag, seemed to be inflated by an invisible force and swelled up little by little.

It seemed as if countless terrifying bugs were wriggling madly under the skin, and the body was like a puppet being manipulated by strings, suddenly being lifted up and standing upright.

Ling Yin's eyes were filled with black mist, with a dark red light flashing inside. His face quickly changed dozens of expressions, and he chose the one that satisfied him the most. A strange tone came out of Ling Yin's throat: "You, are the same as me."

Jin Cancan leaned back in his chair and looked at it, then asked, "Are you a fallen species?"

"Ling Yin" controlled his facial expression and smiled an exaggerated smile, revealing half of his flesh-colored gums: "You, too."

"I smell it, I smell it, you are Him, you are Him——"

Ling Yin was so excited that he was about to have spasms, the muscles on his face twitched abnormally, and he reached a hand into his throat. After a bloody stirring sound, it pulled out a ball of black mist, knelt on the ground devoutly, and raised it high above his head.

"Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it."

It kept repeating and humming in a strange tone.