Adventure Code

Chapter 453 The Truth (5)

The Taoist priest was not too heavy. After dragging him to the shore, I quickly let him go, sat on the side, took off his shoes and rubbed his feet.I kicked the Taoist priest's foot before, as if I mentioned the iron plate, and the position of the ankle has been hurting badly. Now I was soaked in hot water and moved in the water for so long, and the feeling was even more uncomfortable.

Throwing the corpse aside, I motioned for the scimitar to see for myself, then took off my shoes and rubbed my feet.

The machete has already treated his own injuries. This kid still has the rotten rat virus on his body. It stands to reason that he should be in unbearable pain, but I don't know whether to call him a cow or a pervert. There is no trace of pain on the surface .

The Taoist priest lay straight on the side, and the scimitar immediately went to check, showing that he looked at the Taoist priest's face, and then touched the Taoist priest with his hands.Since the Taoist priest's Taoist robe was so tattered, it was difficult to keep anything, so the scimitar quickly touched it, but found nothing, and turned to open the green bag that the Taoist priest was carrying on his body.

I held that bag in my hand before, and there should be something in it, but before I could take a closer look, a series of things happened later, so I never had the opportunity to check the contents of the cloth bag.

As soon as the scimitar was opened at this moment, many small objects were removed from it.

I became curious, stopped my movements, and leaned over to have a look.

Because the road beside the geothermal spring is very narrow, when I leaned over to look, I could only look from behind. The corpse fell in a long strip on the sidewalk, and the machete was squatting at the head of the corpse, and I was behind the machete. , craned his neck and looked down over his shoulder.

The things that came out of the shaking were all sprinkled on the chest of the corpse. They were all small objects, and they could be seen at a glance. There was a small black cloth bag inside, which was equivalent to the wallet in the past. There were a few copper coins, which rolled directly into the water after being poured out, and it was not clear which dynasty they belonged to.

In addition, there were a pair of small brass scissors, a black barrel, and half a rotten book soaked in water.

The machete went to get the book first, but it was a pity that the time was too long, the book was already rotten, and when it saw the water, it was completely rotten, and when it was opened, the rotten paper was sticking to the rotten paper, it was black and black, and all the characters on it were blurred. can not see clearly.

It's obviously a bad book, but Machete read it very intently, as if he could see something that I couldn't see through this book.His weird appearance made me unsure, so I interrupted his staring at the bad book, and asked, "What's the matter with this book? What's the point? You lied to me?" How many things?"

Scimitar glanced at me sideways, pursed his lips, and said, "I told you, when I was picked up by the old Taoist priest, there was another book beside me."

I nodded and said, "Yes, you said, what does it have to do with the book in front of you?"

The machete said: "The book beside me is actually bound together by two different books. The first half is a travel note written by an unknown person, and the second half is the notes of Taoist Qingfeng. The missing part of that travel book...here." He squeezed the rotten book in his hand.

I was stunned for a moment.

"Are you sure? I can't read any words clearly." I couldn't help but took the rotten book from the machete, looked back, and found that although the book was rotten, it could be clearly seen , which is also only half.

According to the format of the ancient book turned from the left, this should be the second half of the travel note.

Taoist Qingfeng bound the first half of the travel notes with his own notes, there must be some intentions, it is impossible to find a bad book casually.

What is the second half of this travel note about?
Why is it divided into two?
What does the machete's life experience have to do with Taoist Qingfeng?
This series of questions, with the appearance of this half bad book, came to my mind.

At this time, I took the rotten book away, and the machete moved to the small black cloth bag.

After the cloth bag was opened, there were indeed food stamps and cloth stamps inside. I remembered that these things were valuable for collection, so I told Machete to put the tickets inside, but Machete obviously didn't care. These things with appreciation value were poured out all at once, and in an instant, a black and white photo was shaken out together with food stamps and cloth tickets.

The photo happened to be facing upwards, and the old small portrait was a bit blurry, but I recognized the face of the figure on it at a glance.

When I saw this photo, I was stunned and even wondered if I was dreaming, so I pinched my thigh hard.

pain.

It fucking hurts.

This is not a dream.

The person in that photo...is me.

To be exact, it was a man who looked very similar to me and wore an old-fashioned blue tunic suit.

"Who is he!" I blurted out a little excitedly.

Machete picked up the photo, looked at the portrait inside, then at me, and said to me: "Qingfeng."

Qingfeng Daoist, layman surnamed Xu, once discovered Bulbusculus, and took away the rhizome of Bulbus, and my surname is also Xu, and I found Bulbus in my hometown.

Wiping my face, I couldn't help but say, "Is he me?"

The scimitar's gray pupils stared at the person in the photo without blinking, and said: "Although you look alike, there are still differences. He may be your ancestor and your life experience. After you go back, you'd better check it out." check."

I don't need him to tell me this.

Of course, the person in the photo cannot be me, but he and I look so similar, [-]% related by blood, and they are close relatives.

First of all, he can't be my father, my father is still at home.

So is it my grandpa?This is possible. In terms of age, Qingfeng happens to be from my grandparents' generation, and according to my father, my grandparents died young.

Thinking about my parents who are middle-aged and elderly people in the countryside, whose thinking and behavior are completely different, I feel that I may be deceived by them.

They must know something, but they never told me.

Does Xu Kaiyi know about this?This is the second question that comes to my mind.

At this moment, my whole mind was in a mess. Without this mission, I might never have discovered this matter. For the first time, I had doubts about my identity.

I looked at the scimitar, and a very strange feeling rose in my heart.

He and I met in the ancient city of Gufang, and the reason why I went to the ancient city of Gufang was because the bronze mirror I got by accident hurt Xu Kaiyi.

However, just this person I met and knew by accident, obviously has some relationship with my life experience at this moment.

Is it all too coincidental?

Swallowing my saliva, I raised this question.

Machete hummed: "Yes, what a coincidence."

I said, "Do you believe this is a coincidence?"

Scimitar said: "This kind of coincidence, the probability of occurrence is equal to zero."

I said, "This is man-made."

Scimitar nodded slightly, and said: "Someone set up a bureau and gathered all the relevant personnel together."

If this is a bureau, then this huge bureau is too terrifying, right?
I said: "Who will be the one who set up this game?"

He said: "I don't know. To find out the truth, we need to follow these clues and find this person."

(End of this chapter)