Ye Qingyi lowered her hand to her side and looked at Qin Lan's little face, flushed with worry. Her voice remained cool and detached. "Don't worry.
"What I just used was the Evil-Tracing and Good-Recording Talisman.
"Once its energy enters the body, it forcibly activates the recipient's memory light cone, drawing forth the 'imprints of good and evil.'
"Whether good deeds or evil, as long as your brother did something that left an impression of goodness or wickedness in someone else's heart..."
"The Evil-Tracing and Good-Recording Talisman will faithfully display it all on that screen of light!"
Having finished speaking, Ye Qingyi focused again on the "screen" formed by the light shooting from between Qin Yao's brows.
"Now, let the people of the world judge from their hearts whether your brother is good or evil..."
"Humm..."
No sooner had the woman in white finished speaking than the screen stirred.
At first, the image was a murky gray-white, like thick fog on a winter morning.
A moment later, the fog dispersed, revealing a yellow dirt road lined with shabby, low houses and little courtyards, cooking smoke rising from their roofs.
A boy walked along the dirt road with a book box on his back.
His younger sister, Qin Lan, immediately recognized a little lane on the west side of their hometown in Red River County.
The figure in the image was Qin Yao at eleven or twelve.
He walked slowly, one steady step at a time.
The straps of the book box dug into his shoulders, leaving deep marks. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples, but he had no free hand to wipe them away-both hands held books, which he read as he walked, murmuring the words under his breath.
Old Master Qin had begged to borrow that entire