Not only me, but Wu Tinghan and Wang Minghua behind me also stood up at the same time, with guarded faces. Wang Minghua even pulled out the ax from his waist, ready to take action if he disagreed.
The reason why they were so excited was entirely because the appearance of the kidnapped man was exactly the same as mine!
In other words, I look exactly like him!
After all, counting age, the guy in front of me is at least fifty-five years old. If he had been five or six years old when he died fifty-five years ago, then he would be at least sixty years old now!
There is no doubt that he is older than me, so his face naturally appeared before me.
So after seeing his face clearly, the first thought that came to my mind was that the face on my head was probably made by my grandfather imitating his appearance.
As for what method my grandfather used, I don't know yet. It might be a 'makeover' in the line of painters, or it might be some other method, but no matter what method it is, I believe that with my grandfather's ability, he can definitely do it. make it happen.
This can also explain why I was not born yet, but the corpses buried in the twenty-four graves on the mountainside behind Laosicheng all looked like mine since I was a child.
Zhang Hazi’s explanation at the time was that the Guixu fish would imitate the appearance of the people they saw, so they could immediately transform into me. But that grave has been buried for so many years. Can Guixu Fish really live to see me and then transform into me?
The moment I saw this man, I seemed to understand everything.
Five years ago, I saw another me more than once, but apart from me, neither Zhang Hazi nor Ling Jiang had ever seen him before.
Later, Zhang Hazi injured the other soul in my body, and after the other me never appeared again, Zhang Hazi said that the other me I saw was the soul in my body. There was a time when I thought that was the case.
But now that I see this guy, I have to wonder whether our previous inference is correct, and whether the other me is really the other soul in my body. My class teacher and roommate in college, could the other me they saw be the person in front of them? !
And the person who killed my roommate Feng Weiye, could this be the same guy? After all, next to Feng Weiye's body, the words Luo Xiaoyang were clearly written! Maybe Feng Weiye didn't frame him, but he really looked at 'me' and killed him!
The scenes that happened five years ago all came into my mind. If these things were done by this guy, then many of Zhang Hazi and I's previous speculations were wrong!
And it’s so wrong!
Behind me, I heard Wu Tinghan whisper something to Zhang Hazi. The voice was too soft to hear clearly, but I heard the bamboo stick in Zhang Hazi's hand stabbing on the ground. It must be that his hands were shaking due to emotion.
Needless to say, what Wu Tinghan just said to him must be about the fact that that person looks the same as me.
I suppressed the shock and panic in my heart, looked at the face that I knew so well, and asked him, who are you?
After I finished asking, I stared at the person in front of me. While I was horrified, I also felt a little excited for no reason.
After all, no one has seen him except me in the past five years, but now that he has been caught by the landlady, the questions left over from the past may be solved.
The most important thing is that we can know from his mouth what his other method of bringing back the dead is! As long as we know this, our chances of rescuing Ling Jiang will skyrocket!
I thought that he had become a prisoner at this time and would answer my questions truthfully, but I didn't expect that the man didn't reply to me immediately. Instead, he kept looking at me from the moment he entered the yard.
After waiting for a while, he finally told me that after waiting for forty-five years, he finally met the real owner of my face.
When I heard this, I was stunned. I understand the meaning of these two sentences he said separately, but taken together, I don't understand them at all. What does 'waiting for forty-five years' mean? What does 'meeting the real owner of my face' mean?
Brother, what international joke are you making? Forty-five years ago, I wasn’t even born, okay? My father is only eight years old and his face has not yet grown. How can you know what I look like? How could you have had my face on your head from that moment on?
No matter how capable my grandfather was, he couldn't have known what I would look like forty-five years ago, right?
After listening to my words, he smiled with the same smile as me, then shook his head and said, after dealing with your grandfather for decades, one conclusion I came to is that you should never doubt your grandfather's ability. There is nothing in this world. There is nothing he can't do unless he doesn't want to do it.
I agree with this, but I absolutely do not believe in predicting what an unborn child will look like in the future. At the very least, you can’t even accurately predict whether your gender is male or female, right?
The man smiled and shook his head again and said, before I met you, I didn’t believe it either, but the facts are right in front of you, so you have to believe it even if you don’t believe it.
Indeed, facts speak louder than words. No matter how much I care about it, the face on the head of the man in front of me is an undoubted fact!
But how did my grandfather do it?
The man snorted coldly and said, why, didn't your grandfather tell you?
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, saying that it is better to put this kind of method that damages one's moral character in the coffin, so as not to cut off the descendants.
Listening to his tone, it was obvious that he was very resistant and disgusted with the method my grandfather used on him.
To be honest, I actually didn't understand it. I don't know why my grandfather did this? If someone puts my face in my face, am I not afraid that he will violate discipline and then the law will blame me and shoot me to pieces?
The man said, this is your grandfather's method. Before I knew your identity, I always thought that I looked like this. It wasn't until twenty-two years ago, when I saw you as a child, that I realized that I had always looked like this. It's the chess piece in your grandfather's hand!
I was a little shocked when I heard this. Isn't he Chen Siqing's father? Why is he also my grandfather's pawn? What kind of game is my grandfather playing?
He didn't answer me, but asked me, do you know why your grandfather put your face on my head?
This is not nonsense. If I knew, why would I ask you?
He smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said, It's really funny to say that I have been planning hard for decades, but I didn't expect to end up making a wedding dress for others. Luo Chaoting, you are really good at it!
Hearing this, I was confused again, so I turned my head and looked at Wu Tinghan and Zhang Hazi, and found that they were also frowning, obviously thinking about what the man meant.
The man seemed very satisfied when he saw our frowning and thoughtful expressions. After nodding and smiling, he started to say, "It took me decades to understand this matter. If you figure it out in just a short while, wouldn't it look like that?" I'm stupid.
Zhang Hazi, who had been silent until now, spoke up. He said, "How many decades have you thought about such a simple thing?"
Hearing this, the man and I spoke almost at the same time, saying, have you already figured it out?
Zhang Hazi stared at the man and said very confidently, if I guessed correctly, his grandfather used the "makeover" method in reverse. Not only did he want to steal your luck, but he wanted you to replace him. Ha sete sete to ward off disasters.
