But on the other side, Sun Xian, who didn't know it, still wanted to make another portrait of the moon fence.

But Qin Shuang kept attacking Sun Xian's painting sleeves, leaving Sun Xian so busy dealing with him that there was no room to draw anything again.

Without the blessing of the Skin Painting Technique, Sun Xian's combat power instantly weakened by more than half, he was tired of dodging, and soon most of the ghost qi was consumed, and his speed naturally slowed down.

With a "click", the wooden gourd that Sun Xian tied to his waist was directly split in half by Qin Shuang's spear and fell to the ground.

All the ink in the gourd spilled out.

A look of annoyance appeared on Sun Xian's face.

"Without ink, see how you can paint. Qin Shuang said.

"Ignorant junior, I look down on people too much!" Sun Xian muttered, and suddenly bit down on his arm.

Then, he tore off a piece of flesh from his arm with a belt!

"You...... What are you going to do?!" Qin Shuang was startled, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Although his fear of ghosts has decreased a lot, if he sees some bloody things, especially when he sees ghosts devouring flesh and blood in front of him, he is still more or less afraid of ghosts.

Therefore, the blood on Qin Shuang's face immediately faded a lot.

Sun Xian, who had his own flesh in his mouth, looked at Qin Shuang's reaction in surprise, and then he spit out the piece of meat with belt tendons in his mouth on the ground beside him.

There was not the slightest change in his face!

As if that piece of flesh had not been gnawed off from himself!

Sun Xian's arm that was missing a large piece of flesh suddenly flowed blood, and his figure flashed, and he flew to the upper position, dipped his sleeve in the blood that kept flowing from his arm, and continued to paint in mid-air.

It turned out to be ink with blood.

Qin Shuang immediately flew forward and stopped him again.

Seeing this, Sun Xian's speed of painting immediately accelerated, but in the end it was still a step too late, and his painting was destroyed by Qin Shuang again.

Sun Xian was angry, but he was helpless, seeing that the painting was dispersing in mid-air, suddenly a black shadow hit him, Sun Xianmeng turned around, and saw that it was Yin Heng who had been hit by Qiu Lingshuang's move and his body was flying over.

When Yin Heng was rubbing his body with Sun Xian, he suddenly clinged to Sun Xian's shoulder with one hand, stabilized his body with his strength, and stopped.

But he couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, just sprinkled on the unfinished moon fence painting that was rapidly fading in mid-air.

Next, a magical scene happened.

The painting, which had almost faded, suddenly became clear again the moment Yin Heng's blood dripped on it.

But it was only for a moment, and then it became as vague as Fang Cai, and continued to fade.

In this scene, in the eyes of others, there was no abnormality, at most, they could see Sun Xian's blood and Yin Heng's blood on the painting, the two bloods fused together and had a certain reaction.

But Sun Xian saw something else.

His expression suddenly became very strange, and his eyes were instantly filled with shock, disbelief, ecstasy, and other emotions.

His gaze fell on Yin Heng for a moment.

Yin Heng was about to step forward to fight Qiu Lingshuang again, but Sun Xian suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Yin Heng only thought that Sun Xian was going to sneak attack him, and even swung a sword at his chest.

Sun Xian hurriedly withdrew and retreated, but the clothes on his chest in front of him were still cut through a long and deep gap.

Sun Xian didn't care about this, and only asked Yin Heng excitedly: "Which clan are you the son of?"

Yin Heng glanced at him coldly, not intending to answer his question.

But when he noticed the strange emotion in Sun Xian's eyes, he suddenly felt a strange look in his heart, hesitated, and finally replied to him: "Yin family, the second in the family, the eldest son." ”

"The Yin clan, is that the small clan that is attached to the Xiang clan and is ridiculed as a child clan by other clans?"

"You've got a good idea. ”

A sound of footsteps approached, and a chamberlain hurried over.

The chamberlain walked up to Qiu Lingshuang and whispered to him about what had happened in the Taihua Palace.

When Qiu Lingshuang learned about it, he was not too surprised, he probably expected this ending.

Qiu Lingshuang asked the chamberlain to retreat first, he put away the zither, and no longer looked at Yin Heng and Sun Xian, but only said to Qin Shuang: "Do you want to go back with me?"

Qin Shuang is now temporarily living in the courtyard of Qiu Lingshuang in Qiu Mansion, helping Qiu Lingshuang to make a blood array together.

Qin Shuang was stunned for a moment and replied, "Yes." ”

He saluted and said goodbye to Yin Heng before leaving with Qiu Lingshuang.

"This Qiu Lingshuang is really arrogant, I belong to the same camp with him for the time being, so I left like this, and I didn't say hello. Sun Xian looked at Qiu Lingshuang's back as he walked away, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Call your son by name, you are not a small person. Yin Heng said, with inquiry and incomprehension in his eyes, he looked at Sun Xian, "You dare to tell me directly that you have colluded with the royal family, what kind of heart is An?"

Sun Xian didn't answer, he only looked at Yin Heng from head to toe carefully and carefully, and then suddenly said a very inexplicable sentence: "You do look a little like someone from my clan." ”

Yin Heng looked surprised.

He could feel that from the moment Fang Cai's own blood dripped on the painting made of blood that was about to disappear, Sun Xian's eyes and attitude towards himself had undergone subtle changes.

"What do you mean by daring to ask?" Yin Heng immediately asked.

Sun Xian once again restrained a little of his vigilance, and he replied: "Not all of my paintings made with blood can produce such a reaction like you just did, just a drop of blood can produce that kind of reaction, do you know why your blood is different?"

Yin Heng contacted the inexplicable words that Sun Xian said, and he had vaguely guessed something: "You think I have the blood of your clan, and I am of the same clan as you when I was alive." ”

"Not bad. Sun Xian's eyes showed appreciation.

Yin Heng: "What is your clan?"

Sun Xian was a little hesitant to tell Yin Heng, but when he thought of the reactive painting, he knew that it was impossible to fake, so he decided to tell him the truth: "Zhao family, I was a member of the Zhao family when I was alive. ”

"Which Zhao clan?" Yin Heng had never heard.

Sun Xian did not continue to answer.

He turned back to the topic of discussion and asked Yin Heng, "Why do you have the blood of the Zhao family? Could it be that in your parents' bodies, who has inherited the blood of the Zhao family?"

Yin Heng: "My Yin clan is only a small clan, from the beginning of the establishment of the clan to the present, no clan and the Zhao clan have formed an in-law relationship. ”

"At the beginning of the establishment ......of the clan," Sun Xian pondered, "If I remember correctly, when the Yin clan was established, it was almost after the Zhao clan was wiped out. ”

Yin Heng looked at Sun Xian's gaze and sank a little: "I didn't expect you to investigate a small clan in such detail. ”

How much hatred does Sun Xian have for Yue Fence like this?

Yin Heng thought of this, so he asked tentatively: "What kind of hatred is there between you and Su Qian and Yueli that makes you hate Yuefen so much that you have to put her to death?"