Damn it, this is Zheng Bishan’s voice? How did he become such a virtuous person?
Why didn't he and I look at each other? When I saw him, I always wanted to help him. I dropped the gun, but I found that he could see red lumps of flesh all over his body. He had no skin. No matter where I helped him, he would be in pain.
Grinning teeth. There is no way to start with this.
Zheng Bishan's lips opened and closed, and his eyes looked at me expectantly and eagerly. He obviously wanted to say something to me, but his image was too damn ugly. People who didn't know better looked at him like a rice dumpling.
Why does this person covered in blood look so much like the Taoist Wang with invincible military power who was released from the coffin by Zhang Kaixuan?
Thinking of this, I suddenly got a thrill! I was only thinking about how hideous and terrifying his image was, but I forgot the point! He has no skin!
Human skin!
Everything I have experienced and everything I know needs a thread to thread it through, and now, the thread is here!
There is a person around me, or there is finally a person who has experienced what my father and his team have experienced, that is, shedding of skin! There are two known human skins.
In the Thousand Buddha Cave, the first one in the so-called tomb of my father.
Zhang family, Mr. Zhang’s second picture.
What exactly did they experience? Were they skinned by others, or were they shedding their own skin like a cicada?
I ignored the smell of blood and quickly put my ear next to Zheng Bishan's mouth. Zheng Bishan's voice sounded quite vague. After all, he is a skinless person, right? I heard him say it several times, but I didn't catch it clearly.
What did he say.
I shouted to him: Mr. Zheng, please speak clearly, I can't hear what you said at all.
Zheng Bishan was furious, rolled his eyes, and suddenly screamed in my ear with all his strength: The greatest scam of all time!!
What?
When I asked, Zheng Bishan had already calmed down. I put my hand under his nose and found that he had stopped breathing.
Dead, dead? He is already dead? Just like that? How is that possible?
Maybe many people would say, how normal is it to be skinned and die? But my heart suddenly sank, not because Zheng Bishan died, but because his death collapsed the belief that I had long insisted on.
That means my dad is still alive.
Everyone, including my second brother, has always believed that my father and others have found a way to shed their own skin without dying.
But Zheng Bishan, who had the same experience as them, is now dead in front of me. How can you make me believe that the person who shed his skin is still alive?
I stared at Zheng Bishan's body in a daze for a long time. Finally, I lit a cigarette and comforted myself: I can't say for sure. Isn't that Taoist Wang still alive without his skin?
However, I am not sure whether Taoist Wang is still alive. I am even less sure whether he is really a skinless person. Although his body was covered with blood, his condition was very critical when we met him.
I don't have the time to observe that carefully.
Finally, I shook my head and said: If you die, die, if you live, live. Dad, are you playing with your own son?
After putting down this question, I remembered what Zheng Bishan said just now.——The number one scam of all time?
What does this sentence mean?
I closed my eyes and imagined a scene - Zheng Bishan encountered a stone tablet, which said that if you want to live forever, you must first skin yourself alive.
Zheng Bishan gritted his teeth and skinned himself alive with a knife.
As a result, I found that I was about to die. I felt nothing but pain, let alone soaring in the daytime.
So he looked up to the sky and sighed: Damn his grandma, this is the biggest scam of all time!
But whose scam is this? Who is it meant to deceive?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get excited, and there was a thought in my mind: My dad is so smart, could he have set up this scam?
Even if he didn't set it up, he shouldn't be fooled, right?
While I was thinking wildly, I heard a strange noise outside, and several lights came on. I grabbed the gun, opened the curtain, and saw my eldest brother, Bai Jin, and the thin, dark middle-aged man behind me - my
Second brother.
(I don’t get off work until eleven o’clock, I’m so busy! That’s all, I’m sorry!) (To be continued)