In Niuxin Village, Gao Zhijian’s iron-like fingers were like an iron plow, easily cutting through the solid rammed earth, leaving traces behind.
"What are you drawing?" Chun Xiaoman frowned and looked at Gao Zhijian who was squatting on the ground. "Why don't you write? I also learned some calligraphy from a private school recently."
Gao Zhijian glanced at her, shook his head and started painting.
"Hey! What do you mean, are you looking down on me?" Chun Xiaoman reached out and pushed him hard.
Feeling the other person's palm covering his body, Gao Zhijian pursed his lips, shook his head while suppressing a smile, and continued to immerse himself in painting.
"Is this a snake? You used to sell snake medicine?"
"Dragon!" Gao Zhijian said angrily.
As his fingers slid, a huge dragon appeared in front of Chun Xiao, and then his fingers quickly decorated and drew a seated person under the dragon.
"Emperor!" Gao Zhijian pointed at the man and said, and then drew piles of gold ingots around him.
Then he drew some little people side by side along the person. When Gao Zhijian drew one at the end, he slapped himself hard. "Me!"
"Are you the emperor's son?!" Chun Xiaoman's eyes suddenly widened.
But in the face of this question, Gao Zhijian nodded, then shook his head vigorously. "No... no... no... I don't know!"
"Why don't you know? What on earth is going on?"
"But...but...but...maybe...it's...it's fake!"
"Isn't this your past? Why is it false again? Have you told Senior Brother Li about these things? What does he think?"
"No."
"Why?"
Gao Zhijian hesitated for a moment, glanced at Chun Xiaoman, and then used his finger to draw an adult next to the villain representing him.
The adult's face seemed to be covered with something, making it difficult to see clearly, and he also had three swords on his back.
When Gao Zhijian bit his finger and dyed the man's clothes red with blood, Chun Xiaoman immediately understood what the other person meant.
"Is this Senior Brother Li?" There were not many people wearing red Taoist robes in the world, so she could tell at a glance.
After Gao Zhijian nodded vigorously, he then wrote a big "F" on his head with his finger.
"I recognize this character. It is the character for "五" for 12345. It is the simplest character. In other words, when were you five years old?"
Gao Zhijian nodded vigorously, pointed to the sword on Li Huowang's back on the ground, and then with a strong stroke, crossed out the villain representing him.
"Uh... Senior Brother Li killed you? Killed you when you were five years old?" When Chun Xiaoman said this, even she became hesitant.
"Yeah." After seeing Gao Zhijian nodding, Chun Xiaoman suddenly felt a little dizzy.
"You were killed by Senior Brother Li, so why are you still alive now? And they killed you as a child?"
"But...but...but...maybe it's fake!" Having said this, he drew a new villain to represent him, and also painted armor on his body, and also painted a
A car.
Then Gao Zhijian drew a group of people around him and stabbed him with the spear in his hand.
"You...died again? Why can't I understand?"
"Chaos..." Gao Zhijian patted his head hard, "Chaos!" Gao Zhijian's movements began to become rough.
Gao Zhijian then drew several more ways to die for himself, including drowning, burning to death, and even hanging.
In the end, he simply stopped drawing people, and instead took out black charcoal to draw lumps of black things. Seeing the black circles on the ground, Gao Zhijian gradually showed a trace of fear in his eyes. As the black circles on the ground became more and more numerous,
The fear in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper.
Finally, when Lun Yuan's strong and thick arms drew a big black circle, completely covering everything, Gao Zhijian seemed to be frightened by what he had drawn, and suddenly jumped up and took several steps back.
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"Gao Zhijian...are you okay? Do you want a doctor to come and take a look at you?"
As Gao Zhijian wiped the cold sweat with his hand, a touch of black was also smeared on his face.
He shook his head gently, walked over carefully, picked up a ball of soil, stepped on it and trampled the black soil completely with his feet.
Then he used black charcoal to draw a little person representing himself on the back of his hand. Then he used the hand that represented himself to dig up the solid soil and put aside the black, and finally put away the large piles of black charcoal he had drawn before.
The pile of ingots was revealed. "Money!"
He drew a line directly from the bottom of the pile of gold ingots and connected it directly to Chun Xiaoman's feet. "Take it!"
"No, no, no, you should wait for a while. This is no longer a matter of money. Please draw more carefully. Why do I feel a little confused?" Chun Xiaoman felt that his brain was also being manipulated by Gao Zhijian.
It’s a mess.
"What he means is very clear." A voice came from the door. The two turned around and found that it was Zhao Wu who was on crutches.
Looking at this scene, it seems that he has seen everything Gao Zhijian painted.
Zhao Wu walked up to the two of them and looked at everything in front of him that was unrecognizable. After thinking for a while, he said: "According to what he painted, Gao Zhijian must have been a high-ranking official in the past, so his family has a lot of money."
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"Those different ways of dying should represent the risks of this level of identity, but if it comes to a desperate situation, he is willing to take risks and use his past identity to help us find a way to survive."
After Zhao Wu finished speaking, he turned to look at Gao Zhijian and asked with a solemn expression: "I think this is what you want to say, right?"
Gao Zhijian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively without giving him face. "I...I...I am...the emperor...the emperor...
Emperor!"
There was a trace of helplessness on Zhao Wu's face, "You are the emperor? Then Brother Li killed you when you were five years old? Then you lived again? Then you died again? Finally, you were captured by Danyangzi again?"
"How can there be a five-year-old emperor in this big beam? If you make up lies, you should be more reliable."
"And if you didn't tell Senior Brother Li in the past, isn't that because your rhetoric is inconsistent? You are five years old, how old is Senior Brother Li? He is not older than you."
Zhao Wu's words made Gao Zhijian look painful. He slapped his head hard. After a few times, the palm of his head turned into a fist. "Chaos... Chaos!!"
"Hey, Gao Zhijian, don't be like this!" Chun Xiaoman quickly stopped him. "When the impact of this natural disaster has passed, the Lu family can still go out to make money. You don't need to worry about money!"
Gao Zhijian gradually calmed down. He took a complicated look at the two people who didn't believe his words, clenched his fists and turned around to leave.
"When Senior Brother Li comes back, are you going to tell him his crazy words?" Zhao Wu, who was on crutches, said.
Looking at Gao Zhijian's leaving figure, Chun Xiaoman nodded with a complicated expression.
"I think it would be better to tell him. He is more knowledgeable than us and may know something about Gao Zhijian's life experience."
This chapter has been completed!