But I can still remember those feelings of dissonance. In the Seven Star Lu Wang Palace, there were several times when I felt that the oil bottle had been to this place. However, given the stability of his character, if he didn’t want me to know, he should have been able to disguise it without any flaws. The fact that I noticed it makes me think that he very likely began to regain his memories during the process of entering the Seven Star Lu Wang Palace. He himself probably didn’t anticipate that this situation would arise.
During the process of assisting Chen Pi Ah Si into the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace, his memories were completely restored, and he already knew his purpose. So, in the end, it was not Chen Pi Ah Si who walked through the bronze door, but himself.
What does Chen Pi Ah Si want? At over 90 years old, risking danger to enter here, money and love could not possibly be his motives. Chen Pi Ah Si must believe that there is a way to extend life here. If he had participated in the largest tomb-raiding activity in history, he should be very familiar with these matters.
If the people from the Old Nine Doors all underwent changes during the largest tomb-raiding activity in history… Zhang Qi Ling once said that he was the one who had the others from the Nine Doors take on the task of entering the bronze door.
Could it be that this is a cost of immortality? During the largest tomb-raiding process in history, many people from the Old Nine Doors obtained the seeds of immortality, but the entire process needed to be completed inside the bronze door. They needed to find the bronze door within a certain timeframe, which is why in the 1970s, everyone was crazily searching for clues all over China. In this process, people continued to die, and those providing support also began to pass away. In the end, the only one who persevered until the end was Chen Pi Ah Si.
I took a deep breath in the darkness and felt a chill. I am the son of the boss. When did my grandfather give birth to my father? Was it before or after the largest tomb-raiding activity in history? Why did my grandfather express such sentiments after my birth, calling me Wu Xie?
What is “evil” after all? Could it be that the changes experienced during the largest tomb-raiding activity could be inherited? Could this explain the stark differences in personality between my second uncle, my third uncle, and my father, as well as the unusual interest that this generation of the Old Nine Doors has in these matters after their liberation?
Then, if I am Wu Xie, what about Xiu Xiu? What about Xiao Hua? I dared not think any further.
The object hanging from the neck of the Fourth Grandpa was an iron plate, stamped with an address and a phone number. I was somewhat surprised to see these details on it. On the back of the iron plate, it was stamped: “If descendants arrive here and see this iron plate, upon seeing this iron plate, if you deliver the complete corpse to the place printed on the back of the iron plate, you shall receive a lifetime of wealth.”
It was a corpse collection plate. I couldn’t help but smile; it was because I saw this thing that I wanted to see what was going on, but I didn’t expect that the item that led me here was worthless, yet I obtained another clue.
Life is often like this. I looked at the iron plate and suddenly thought that if I randomly found an elderly person’s corpse and delivered it to that address, I might make a fortune. I immediately felt ashamed; this merchant’s habit, which had not diminished with age, showed that I was living more practically.
While I was admonishing myself that my purpose in coming here was very simple, I casually put the iron plate around my neck. After putting it on, I suddenly felt something was off; the object around my neck seemed to contradict what was written on the stone wall.
If Chen Pi Ah Si hopes that his descendants will transport his body back, then why would he also guide them to smash his own face? That really doesn’t make sense.
I jumped down from the stone tower, feeling a bit awkward being naked; I hadn’t expected to be in such a predicament just by arriving at this place. Standing before the stone wall again, I looked at the five characters and couldn’t help but smile.
This isn’t Chen Pi Ah Si’s handwriting. It’s not that I don’t recognize the style of Si Ah Gong, but rather that I do recognize it—this is the handwriting of Men You Ping.
I hadn’t seen it in a long time, so it felt somewhat unfamiliar, but upon closer inspection, I immediately remembered.
This must have been left behind after he returned here, after parting ways with me.
This is written for me; he knows I will keep my promise.
I clenched my fists, and a sense of security that I hadn’t felt in years suddenly rose from the depths of my heart.
If he believes I will keep my promise, then what I face won’t be a cold and unfeeling Yunding Tiangong; he must have left something for me. A mark? A hint?
This key wasn’t left by Chen Pi Ah Si for his descendants; it was left for me by Men You Ping.
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