This sentence was like a piece of fragrant bait, hanging me tightly. I have to say that this man with a cold and cold face is a symbiosis of a camel and a fox, stoic but cunning. When he said this, he knew that no matter what,
In this way, I will not take his life. After all, I am still young and want to live.
"Tell me how to lift the ghost curse. If you have any conditions, just ask." I just wanted to find a way as soon as possible. As for the price, I didn't consider it.
"You want to know?" This cold-faced old guy looked at me with a slightly smug and joking expression. This expression was quite twitchy, as if I was about to starve to death. He waved a piece of cake in front of me.
He wandered over and asked me if I wanted to eat something.
But I had no choice but to resist the urge to slap him, nodded and said I wanted to.
"It's very simple." The cold-faced man said to me directly: "Bring one of Zheng Lifu or Wang Bingwen to see me and bring him over. I will tell you the method right away."
"This won't work, I can't do it." I refused without thinking. I didn't know where my dad was. As for Brother Wen, I don't want to see him again in this life.
"Then there's no need to discuss it, just wait for death." The cold-faced man leaned his head against the stone wall, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to take a nap.
Before I spoke, Zhao Yingjun could no longer listen. He dropped what he was holding and sneered at the cold-faced man: "Before he dies, I will kill you first. Do you believe it?"
"Whatever." The cold-faced man was extremely calm. I thought he might be using the ghost curse as a reason to know that we wouldn't do anything to him. However, it takes a lot of effort to be able to deal with such a situation safely.
courage.
"Do you really want to die?" Zhao Yingjun's face looked ugly.
"Forget it, forget it, don't talk yet." I quickly stopped Zhao Yingjun. I always felt that sooner or later I would die in Zhao Yingjun's hands. He would either throw me into the fire pit and run away alone, or he would destroy me in the face of danger. Cold face
People are inherently virtuous. If there is a stalemate and I kill him, I will also face the threat of curse.
"I tell you, I'm not afraid of death, do you believe it?" The cold-faced man looked at Zhao Yingjun indifferently, and then said to me: "If you want to kill me, you can do it now."
"No one wants to kill you." I was helpless, and at the same time I felt a little indescribable. Many people would pat their chests and say that they are not afraid of death, but when death really comes, who can be so calm? But I
I always feel that the cold-faced man is really not afraid of death. Even if he is stabbed to death with a knife, he will not panic at all.
"It's no use holding me captive. I won't say anything. Again, bring Zheng Lifu or Wang Bingwen over and I will consider telling you how to lift the curse."
I may have been thinking that I can only live for three years and need to find a solution as soon as possible. But our topic revolved around the ghost curse, which suddenly made me think of a very important question. I don’t know what the cold-faced man is called
, I don’t know what he does. Although he went with my dad to meet with the Soviets, the cold-faced man now must be the same as Yu Auntie Wen Ge. He is on the opposite side of my dad and is my dad’s enemy.
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It was because my dad was cornered by the impending ghost curse that he took the risk of temporarily leaving everything behind and looking for a way to lift the curse. However, the cold-faced man did not help him, indicating that they had broken up several years ago. Maybe it was the cold face.
The man betrayed my dad, or it could be that my dad did something detrimental to him.
Thinking of this, I was glad that I didn't reveal my identity at that time. If I let him know that I was Zheng Lifu's son, I would probably beat him to death and he wouldn't tell me how to lift the curse.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Yingjun found a small hole dug out of the stone wall over there. This small hole was very small and functioned as a closet where some things could be stored. In this small hole, Zhao Yingjun found a few stacks of
They were all flat boxes. The boxes were all serious antiques, and one of them was made of ivory. When Zhao Yingjun opened the box and looked at it for a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the cold-faced man with a very complicated look.
I didn’t know why he was like this, but I was afraid that he would have another verbal conflict with the cold-faced man, so I stood up and wanted him to calm down first. However, Zhao Yingjun didn’t say anything, just walked over with the box and stared at it intently.
Look at people with a cold face.
"I want to know, who are you?" Zhao Yingjun asked after looking at him for a long time. The cold-faced man probably had a bad impression of Zhao Yingjun. He could say a few words to me, but he always remained silent towards Zhao Yingjun.
"what happened again?"
"I just think it's weird." Zhao Yingjun opened a box and raised it in front of me: "See for yourself."
This simple box contained a very light and thin piece of silk. The silk was supposed to be white, but now it has turned into a light burnt yellow.
"This box and this piece of silk should be from the same era, two thousand years ago." Zhao Yingjun still stared at the man and said to me without looking back: "Open it first and take a look."
When I heard this, I felt that the piece of silk in my hand was not simple. If a piece of silk from two thousand years ago had been a funerary object or left naturally, it would have been rotted into dregs. Although this piece of silk is also old and in a mess,
, but overall, it is a miracle that it can maintain its current appearance. Of course, miracles do not happen all the time. The fact that silk can be preserved in such good condition only shows that someone has been maintaining it during these two thousand years.
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Zhao Yingjun had already seen the silk, so I opened it again, and there was a bust of a character on it. The paint on the painting had faded badly, but the whole thing was still very clear. I didn’t know which artist’s handiwork it was.
From the scroll, you can see that the painter is quite skilled.
But I just glanced at it twice, and immediately I was like Zhao Yingjun at that time, a little dazed, and my mind was also dizzy. What the hell is going on?
The bust on the scroll turned out to be a cold-faced man!
I was afraid that I would see something wrong, so I shined a diving light directly on the scroll. I looked at the painting and then at the cold-faced man. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that this was his portrait. The similarity between the two was even subtle.
"This..." I immediately fell into confusion. I held the silk painting and shivered for a long time, then asked Zhao Yingjun: "Is this a portrait of his ancestor?"
In fact, I know I'm stupid for asking this, but I really don't want to complicate things. I can only hope that it is simple and reasonable, otherwise it will be another severe challenge to my brain.
"I really want to think so, but even if the descendants are related by blood and look similar to their ancestors, it's impossible for them to inherit birthmarks from generation to generation." Zhao Yingjun pointed at the cold-faced man who said nothing: "Did you see that?
There is a small triangular birthmark on the left side of his neck."
I immediately picked up the scroll, and when I saw it, I fainted. The person on the scroll also had an inconspicuous triangular birthmark on his neck. I didn't know how such a thing could happen, and the authentic silk painting was right in front of me.
, Zhao Yingjun cannot be said to be a very professional expert in antiques, but he still has good eyesight. This kind of silk painting cannot be forged and deliberately made old by later generations.
In other words, this painting is indeed a real thing from two thousand years ago. Once the age and authenticity of the silk painting are determined, the problem becomes more complicated. How can the cold-faced person and the person in the painting be exactly the same?
In an instant, a horrifying thought emerged involuntarily: Could this silk painting from two thousand years ago depict a cold-faced man?
As soon as the idea came up, I rejected it myself. It was too ridiculous. There is no doubt that the cold-faced person is the same generation as my father and Brother Wen. There is no need to think too much about this, it is definitely the case.
Zhao Yingjun was also confused. The two of us turned our attention to the cold-faced man. Maybe only the cold-faced man could explain all this.
"The paintings are in front of you, don't you want to say something?" Zhao Yingjun shined the light on the cold-faced man's face again.
The cold-faced man still didn't speak, but his expression changed somewhat. He was like a man who had just been caught in bed. He didn't want to admit it, but didn't know how to explain it. He simply kept silent and answered all questions with silence. In fact, it was
Tell us: You can think whatever you want, I have nothing to say.
"Don't think that it will be okay if you just refuse to say yes to your death? I have a way to make you speak."
"I know a lot, and I keep it all here." The cold-faced man pointed to his head and said, "But can you take it away?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Get up!" Zhao Yingjun packed up some things and prepared to leave. He also knew that it would definitely not work to deal with the cold-faced man in the same way as Polonov. He could live alone in this environment.
People are by no means ordinary and need to use other methods.
"Do you really have any idea?" I asked Zhao Yingjun quietly.
"This really doesn't exist." Zhao Yingjun told me the truth. He wanted to take the person away first and bring him to a small store in Jin Ping Mei in Ningxia. Firstly, he would have professionals carefully identify the box and silk paintings. Secondly,
Come and think of a solution slowly. This person is very important. If there is really no other way, Zhao Yingjun may even consider inviting the great wizard he met in the Tibetan area.
"You have to try your best." I felt hopeful, but also felt uneasy. I didn't know if things would develop as I imagined.
The two of us whispered a few words, then turned around and wanted to leave with the cold-faced man, but when we turned around, we felt that the cold-faced man's eyes were wrong. He was smiling, and his smile was very sinister.
"Have you discussed it yet?" The cold-faced man still has a dirty look on his face: "Actually, I want to tell you that you are wasting your efforts."