Playing cards, I am your ancestor!-Chapter 310_1

"SWOOSH—"

Wen Jiang lifted her hand, grasping at the empty air. Instantly, the passerby screamed, pinned down by an immense force, unable to move, and collapsed kneeling to the ground. His knees even made a sickening crack, a sound cringe-inducing to hear.

This sudden commotion immediately caught the attention of the group ahead. Everyone turned, staring at the scene in surprise.

"What happened?" Sheng Hongying quickly stepped forward. Seeing Wen Jiang staring coldly at a passerby, she sensed that something was wrong. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

However, despite their heightened spiritual power, they hadn’t detected any malice from this stranger. Otherwise, they would have been on guard much earlier.

Wen Jiang looked at the man and sneered. "One Tan Heming wasn’t enough? Now you’ve set your sights on me?"

The passerby, pinned by Wen Jiang and sweating profusely in pain, screamed, "I have no idea what you’re talking about! Let go of me! Just because you Spirit Card Masters have spiritual power, you think you can bully ordinary people? I’m going to call the police!"

He was right; Spirit Card Masters weren’t allowed to attack ordinary people indiscriminately.

But Wen Jiang’s action hadn’t triggered the attention of the city’s patrol machines because she hadn’t used spiritual power to restrain him.

Hearing Tan Heming’s name, everyone subtly realized something was amiss. Guo Shu stepped forward, looking nervously at Wen Jiang. "Wen Jiang, what exactly happened?"

"I was attacked, just like Tan Heming," Wen Jiang said. "Something tried to suppress my spiritual power."

She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the passerby. He had no spiritual power, yet he could use a card. Furthermore, he exuded no malice, so he hadn’t triggered anyone’s alertness. No wonder Tan Heming had been caught off guard.

Whether this man was the same person who had framed Tan Heming remained to be investigated.

But he kept denying it. "I really don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m going to call the police!"

Wen Jiang had only been attacked; the card hadn’t actually transferred to her. Her body harbored not only the System but also Shennong, making her impervious to any malicious energy. This malicious energy was invisible to ordinary people. Even if Wen Jiang forcefully extracted the card from his body, others would only see an ordinary card.

"He doesn’t have spiritual power. Could you be mistaken?" Song Yi looked at Wen Jiang incredulously. "How could an ordinary person like him attack you?"

He almost wanted to ask if Wen Jiang was suffering from paranoid delusions.

Song Jue quickly tugged Song Yi from behind. Wen Jiang certainly hadn’t lashed out for no reason. The attack on Tan Heming had been completely unexpected. If it was done by an ordinary person without spiritual power... then even professional players couldn’t defend against it. But how had Wen Jiang realized something was wrong?

Song Yi’s thoughts were shared by many at the scene, including some staff members who were unaware of the situation. Wen Jiang remained silent for a moment, then glanced at the passerby. Seeing the fearlessness in his eyes, she suddenly smiled and let him go.

"Perhaps I overthought it."

Adopting a casual demeanor, she suddenly took a stack of cash from her pocket. Displaying an arrogant and irritating attitude, she said, "Sorry, it seems I was mistaken. This money should be enough to compensate for your emotional distress, right?"

If this were a TV drama, Wen Jiang’s current behavior would perfectly match the archetype of a detestable character.

After speaking, she even threw the money onto the ground—an utterly insulting gesture.

Malice flashed in the man’s eyes, but he remained defiant. "Just because you’re a Spirit Card Master, you think you can attack at will? And having money makes you so great? I’m calling the police! This won’t be settled so easily..."

Yet, without any courtesy, Wen Jiang stamped her foot. "You know I’m a Spirit Card Master, and you still dare to shout and holler? Giving you money was doing you a favor. Don’t want it? Then are you hoping to die here today? Don’t expect anyone to stand up for you. You know I’m a Spirit Card Master, but don’t you realize I’m also the heir to the Jimo Family?"

Zero Egg gasped. "[Your new persona is quite something, even more infuriating than before!]"

Even Song Yi was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but look at his brother. "Wow, even I’m not *that* despicable."

A sequence of humiliation, hatred, helplessness, and despair flashed in the passerby’s eyes. In the end, he could only snatch the money and slink away.

He knew he was exposed. Staying would likely bring more harm than good; his earlier defiance had just been stubborn words. But how did Wen Jiang figure it out? This is impossible!

Wen Jiang kept her gaze fixed on the man’s retreating figure until Guo Shu cried out in astonishment, "Wen Jiang..."

Sheng Hongying, however, frowned. "Is this really okay?"

She felt Wen Jiang’s actions weren’t baseless; the man likely did have issues.

"It’s fine," Wen Jiang said.

She had placed a tracker on him and planned to deal with him later.

Everyone present watched this sudden turn of events with complex feelings. Did Wen Jiang always have this side to her? If *this* was her being polite within the Association, then...

After the meal, Zero Egg updated Wen Jiang with coordinates. "[He hasn’t contacted anyone and has bought a train ticket to leave Imperial City. Can you catch up to him now?]"

Wen Jiang, having finished eating and parted ways with the others, heard the news and responded coldly to Zero Egg, I can make it.

Anyone not a fool knew that since he’d been exposed, Wen Jiang would definitely come after him. Of course, he had to flee immediately.

Zero Egg exclaimed, "[He’s gone! Out of my monitoring range!]"

No worries, Wen Jiang thought.

She knew where the man was and went straight after him.

The man had reached Imperial City’s high-speed train station and was about to go through the security check. Once he passed security, boarded the train, and left, today’s incident shouldn’t be a major problem. Though he still had no clue how he’d been exposed.

But soon, he felt something was off. His head grew progressively dizzier. The next second, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness, collapsing on the spot.

When he woke up, he saw Wen Jiang sitting in front of him. Glancing around at the white ceiling, he realized he was in a hospital. He was immediately scared out of his wits. "You..."

He was far more intimidated now than when he had encountered Wen Jiang that afternoon.

With no one else around and Wen Jiang suddenly appearing here, he’d be naive to think she was visiting a sick patient.

Wen Jiang didn’t waste words. While peeling an apple with a small knife, her tone devoid of any discernible emotion, she asked, "Were you responsible for what happened to Tan Heming? If you confess now, you can at least go to prison with your sanity intact."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

He certainly wouldn’t admit it. But Wen Jiang had little patience for such stubborn denials.

Upon hearing his denial, she acted decisively, not even giving him a chance to recant, and directly used the Soul Searching Technique.

Soul Searching was straightforward, but it usually left the subject an imbecile afterward. Not that Wen Jiang felt responsible for such outcomes.

This man wasn’t the one who had attacked Tan Heming. Wen Jiang had even suspected that woman, Yu Jian, of some scheme. But in this man’s memories...

Wen Jiang saw a familiar face: Duan Yuleng of the Mountain Ghost Association.