Hearing Wu Xie's decisive words, Zhang Haike raised his eyebrows lightly.
The expressions on the faces of the rest of the Zhang family were a little strange. Wu Xie's words did not touch their taboos. Their reaction was more like... it was something that even they themselves could not fully confirm the truth about.
As the center of the topic and the first person to hear it, Zhang Chuxun's expression went blank for a moment, and he quickly lowered his eyes to cover it up before anyone noticed.
Half a year ago, he suffered the most serious siege by its puppets in the snowy mountains. At that time, he was disturbed by the meteorite behind the bronze door, and the system energy was exhausted and he was forced to sleep.
From the beginning when he took the initiative to set up an ambush and massacre, to when his team integrated and counterattacked, Zhang Zhu stood between them and the bronze door. After experiencing dozens of counterattacks and pursuits, his whole body was as if Ling Chi is usually covered with large and small wounds, and the blood is almost drained.
The scarlet color dyed the snow in front of the bronze door into large areas of blooming kapok, as rich as fire.
Zhang Zhuoxun went through a frenzied killing spree, killing eight hundred enemies and losing a thousand to himself, and finally eliminated the last enemy, and then passed out completely.
Even he himself couldn't tell what happened later. He suddenly appeared in the temple of the priest Yama on the cliff and was discovered by the Danhe tribe who came to inspect.
Lao Rengolawa tried his best and used extreme ancient Gu techniques to protect his last trace of his heart, and brought him back to Kangxi from the vast snow-capped mountains. Barlow then used a lot of herbs that he couldn't even name, and finally managed to get rid of the pain.
The Kangbalo people saw clues from the out-of-control red flame patterns on his body, and Lao Rengolawa determined that he was the Awu Chiren who returned from the sacred place of sacrifice in the snow mountain as recorded on the ancestral sacrifice map.
He could lead the entire Kangbalo tribe out of the confinement of the King of Hell and the Lu Shenshi. The day after he woke up from his coma, he inexplicably became the young clan leader of Kangbalo and was entrusted with important responsibilities.
Since there was no conflict with his own goals in dealing with the King of Hell's Cavalry, and he could also get the support of the entire Kangbalo clan, Zhang Zhuxun did not reject this newly-minted identity.
During that time, Zhang Zhuxun was completely treated as a super endangered rare species. Fortunately, the system collected a little energy from the ancient sacrificial vessels of the Kangbalo tribe and revived Zhang Zhuxun. The half-year period when I was completely blind was not too difficult.
The encounter with Zhang Haike can be said to be accidental. This guy has a bit of a backstory. When he came to the snowy mountains to contact the Kangbalo people three months ago, he was followed by a pack of wolves and was hunted by the Garuda in Wenbu Gongga Lake. Dan and the others met and came to the rescue.
After that, there was a long period of testing each other, and finally Zhang Chuxun and Zhang Haike reached a cooperation, and the two parties split up.
Zhang Shuxun has never revealed to Zhang Longban and the others that he is also a member of the Zhang family. In other words, only Lao Renge and Dan know who he is in his heart.
He knew very well that he was not the overseas Zhang family in this time and space, but judging from Zhang Longban's attitude, it seemed that there was also a "Zhang Chuxun" known to them in this time and space?
There was something rare and subtle and funny in Zhang Chuxun's heart. If there really was a "self" of the overseas Zhang family here, then he had been active outside for a long time, so why didn't that "Zhang Chuxun" come to him?
Or perhaps, the Zhang Family Ancient Building was some kind of magical time-travel stronghold. He was clearly in another time and space at a different time, but at the moment of his death, he had some kind of resonance with "Zhang Chuxun" in this time and space.
Perhaps there is a real possibility that the body he is using now actually belongs to "Zhang Zhuxun" in this time and space.
They were originally located in two different periods of time and space, exactly the same people!
Assuming that his speculations just now are true, why can't the three Wu Jie and Huo families find any traces of the previous existence of "Zhang Zhuxun" despite all their secret efforts?
Zhang Shuxun's eyes darkened, so it wasn't that he didn't exist, but that he was deliberately erased by the system.
Everything belonging to that "Zhang Zhuxun" was sealed in the box. Only when he arrived could the gears of fate start moving again.
He called the system several times in his mind, but whether because of a guilty conscience or something else, the system never responded.
Okay, Zhang Zhuxun silently made a note in his mind. These are just speculations at the moment. Whether they are true or not remains to be seen.
Then let's take another look and see what Zhang Longban and the others will say.
On the other side, Zhang Long frowned in embarrassment, but still agreed, "Okay, if you can pass the test, I will tell you something about him."
"But the truth is likely to be hard to accept, so you have to be prepared."
"I will tell the real Wu Xie among you after I have distinguished you for the specific details." Zhang Long waved his hand and said, "Now, let's get started."
Zhang Haiyuan and the others each held a head in front of Wu Xie and said, "There is only one question - look at these heads carefully and find the one that looks most like you."
The faces of the seven heads are pale and yellow, with peaceful faces. The faces are actually a little distorted. After all, a lot of things must have been added and specially processed to preserve them.
Wu Xie could not imagine what they looked like before they died, but this had nothing to do with him. The key now was how he could judge which head was the correct answer to save his life.
Whether they look like me or not is a matter of opinion, and these heads all have the faces of "Wu Xie", which makes people dizzy just looking at them, making it impossible to judge.
Wu Xie and Zhang Haike looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
And he clearly knew that the other party was fake, but why didn't he feel more confident?
"You just need to judge based on your feelings." Zhang Long half said, "The right to judge is mine."
Wu Xie felt that his head hurt even more. Seven heads surrounded him like the fuses of a bomb. If you guessed it, there was only a one-seventh chance. Wu Xie did not dare to underestimate his bad luck. There was a 90% chance that he would be selected. Incorrect.
what to do?
As time passed by, he couldn't help but start to feel anxious.
Zhang Haike stared at the heads for a long time, then looked at the faces of the Zhang family members, then turned to Wu Xie and said, "Don't be fooled. It's impossible to tell the difference. Only if we all refuse can we survive together." Chance."
Zhang Haixing smiled and said: "Actually, that's not the case. For us, if we really can't tell the difference, we have to cut off your hands and feet and lock you in this basement with these heads until you all die of old age."
"I don't believe you would do this." Wu Xie retorted, "We have no grievances, and I know you must find the real Wu Xie. You need him to enter the snowy mountains."
Thanks to the urgency shown by the Zhang family, Wu Xie still has a little confidence.
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, "Yes, it is indeed what you said, but if you two resist and treat it passively at the same time, we can actually use a very extreme method to torture you and make you tell the truth."
"The Kangbalo tribe has passed down many weird ways to deal with prisoners since ancient times." Zhang Zhuoxun said calmly, "But I don't think any of you would want to try it."
Wu Xie immediately realized from his words that they indeed needed Wu Xie, but in their opinion, there was not much difference between Wu Xie with a full beard and tail, and Wu Xie with missing arms and legs. It's a little troublesome when it comes to action.
It's not that they don't have more extreme methods, they just don't want to use them.
Wu Xie's heart felt cold now.
Zhang Long glanced at his watch and reminded aloud: "You still have ten minutes."
Zhang Haike standing next to him suddenly said, "I have already chosen!"
Wu Xie was startled, stared at him in surprise, and cursed: "You damn thing, you talk like farts!"
Zhang Haike rolled his eyes, "Because I believe if we continue to delay, when the time comes, they will definitely take inhumane measures against us. I have just lived a little bit of a human life, and dying early will not do me any good. It's best for you too hurry up."
After saying that, he raised his chin and said, "Give me a pen and paper, and I'll write it down."
Wu Xie had nowhere to vent his dirty words, and he was fuming with anger. Which one was more like him? So which one did you choose for the fake one?
He wanted to turn around and take a look at the answer, but the Zhang family had been prepared and had already pushed Zhang Haike, who had unhandcuffed, aside. Only then did he discover that there was a door behind the shelf against the wall in the basement.
"Do you choose or not?" Zhang Haixing urged impatiently, "Death early, reincarnation early, hurry up."
Wu Xie was going to be furious, "You made the wrong choice and your head was dried into dried prunes. Can you let me take responsibility for my head?"
"Okay, I'll let you think about it." Zhang Haixing found it a bit funny, "But at this juncture, you can still make fun of me, and you can be considered a man. If you are wrong, I will let you die happily."
As she said this, she looked at Zhang Zhuxun and raised her eyebrows, "Most of the results before were your fault. Why don't you just give this head to me? How about that?"
Wu Xie saw that her tone was relaxed, as if she was looking forward to receiving some prize, and he hated it even more.
Damn, I didn’t expect that one day his head would become a collectible, and it would come in complete sets.
Zhang Zhuoxun seemed to be in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he glanced at Wu Xie and said in a calm tone, showing no emotion at all, "Whatever you want."
Wu Xie stared at him hard, trying to find any hint from this face, even a little bit.
But no, this man was as cold and ruthless as his expression, and the subtle feeling that he was different before was indeed his misunderstanding.
How can I prevent my head from becoming the eighth one in the box?
Wu Xie racked his brains to distinguish the differences between the seven heads. His face was dry and dehydrated. No matter how he looked over it, they all looked the same.
He even tried to visually measure the length of their eyebrows, and then complained helplessly, who is this bitch? Who has specially trimmed the eyebrows of these heads? If you are so free, you can go run around on the roof and do Tai Chi!
He desperately forced himself to organize his thoughts in his mind. Bai Ci had said before that "Wu Xie" would try to enter the snowy mountains every year. These heads looked a little different from the old ones, so the one that looked most similar must have been chopped off recently. down.
But there are two heads in front of him, both of which have a strong taste. Which one is it?
"There are still two minutes left." Zhang Haixing slowly began to arrange the thin steel wire tied to his wrist.
Wu Xie didn't notice her movements and said angrily: "Don't rush me, I get annoyed when you rush me!"
He stared at the two heads, a drop of sweat flowed down the corner of his eye into his right eye, and he closed his eyes reflexively.
In a daze, the moment he blinked to relieve the pain, he seemed to see the eyes of one of the heads blinking along with him.
He froze for a moment, squeezed his eyes hard to relieve the discomfort, and stared at the head. Yes, the eyes of the head were not closed, but half-lidded.
"Let me go over!" He kicked on the ground and jumped forward. "Let me go over quickly and pull open the eyelids of those two heads."
Zhang Long looked at the two heads he was talking about and said, "It seems that you have already made your choice?"
"No, no, hurry up, I want to look into their eyes." Wu Xie was anxious. He had learned how to disguise himself from the blind man, and he knew that no matter how a person disguises himself, his eyes cannot be disguised.
And as long as the pupils are similar, the details of the eyeballs can only be observed very close. Unless you wear colored contacts, he doesn't believe that someone would be too lazy to wear colored contacts on a dead person!
(Colored contact lenses first appeared in 1987 and were actually launched in 1999. In 2004, Johnson & Johnson's colored contact lenses entered the Chinese optometry market)
"It's useless." Zhang Longban poured cold water on him directly, "The antiseptic treatment can't treat the eyeballs. Their eyeballs are made of resin, and you don't have any extra time. Make a decision quickly."
Seeing Zhang Haixing's face full of excitement and approaching him like a sociopath, Wu Xie's heart suddenly fell to the ground.
At this critical moment, all the distracting thoughts in his mind were driven away by the fear of death, and he calmed down instead.
"Wait a minute." He said to Zhang Long, "You have never thought that because of your reckless screening behavior, the real Wu Xie will definitely make the wrong choice in fear due to his character weakness. In the end, You may have killed me by mistake."
"We don't care." Zhang Longban did not hesitate at all because of his words, "We are absolutely 100% confident in your choice."
Wait...what does Zhang Longban mean?
"We don't care."
This is what Zhang Longban said.
He didn't care, but he was 100% confident in his choice.
Why? There is only one real Wu Xie, there is no way they don't care.
It was obvious that both Bai Ci and Zhang Haixing had shown firm intention that he must choose one.
Could it be that their focus was not on their selection of seven heads? (End of chapter)
