There are really two corpses in this inconspicuous earthen tomb.

An old man with white hair sat there peacefully, like an old god who had transformed into a transformation and ascending to the sky. His expression was dull, neither happy nor sad.

And in his arms, he was holding a baby's body.

The baby is very small, just the size of two palms, and obviously died at birth.

The baby's corpse is no better than that of the old man. Although the body has been coated with antiseptic agents, it is still weathered and shriveled.

So this scene looks particularly sad, and it seems to give people another kind of power in the sadness.

This old man is my grandfather, Chen Yan, the Ghost Hand.

But who is this baby?

An absurd thought suddenly appeared in my head. Could this dead baby be myself?

But I soon gave up the idea, which was unlikely.

I can understand that my grandfather died here. Even though I saw a living grandfather with my own eyes not long ago, I can still figure out why there is still a grandfather buried here.

The reason is very simple, the secret of the Chen family's resurrection, the mysterious four-legged coffin.

Just like Emperor Chen Qing, he was buried for three years after his death, and three years later he came back to life.

Grandpa also died three years ago, and probably had to be resurrected with the help of the four-legged coffin.

But this resurrection is different from the traditional resurrection, and two identical people will appear.

Moreover, there is another huge taboo for this secret technique of resurrection, that is, if the king does not see the king, the living and the dead corpse cannot meet.

Once the two meet, the secret technique will be broken, and the living will still die and turn into a pool of blood, just like when Emperor Chen Qing saw his corpse.

In other words, this dead baby is definitely not me.

Once he is me, I will die and turn into blood.

But if it weren't for me, who would this dead baby be?

I had a vague guess, would he be the grandfather's grandson?

Is he the son of my mother?

Before, in Fengmen Village, I learned that I was used to confuse Xuanmen in the world. The real celestial being was Ye Hongyu. I attracted the attention and firepower of Xuanmen. Ye Hongyu had grown up.

But there will be a great uncertainty here, that is, my mother and the people from the entire leprosy village.

If the mother was not pregnant, the Chen family would not have a single offspring suddenly.

It is impossible for my mother to be a simple rural woman, as well as my relatives, and all the villagers in the village to accompany her to perform this drama.

If this is true, it will be revealed sooner or later. It is impossible for the Xuanmen of the World to deceive the Qin family, which is staring at by the thief.

So the grandfather must have a grandson, and this grandson may die once he is born.

But on the day my grandfather's grandson died, my grandfather replaced him with me.

I became a descendant of the Chen family and the celestial being who was closely watched by the Xuanmen of the World.

With this conjecture, I felt that everything became extremely reasonable.

But the problem that followed came again. This was a very stylish philosophical problem, but it was a physiological problem for me.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

At this moment, I was really confused. I began to doubt my life and everyone I had ever contacted.

Even my grandfather, Chen Qingdi, and a cold man.

Even including Wen Chaoyang, including Li Jin...

Because if I was not a Chen family, it would be understandable, but if I was not even the bloodline of the Chen family, then there would be too many unreasonable things.

Unless they are all cooperating with grandpa to act, everyone regards me as a pawn.

Thinking of this, I felt so upset and felt even more uncomfortable. I really hope that all this was my random thoughts.

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that my grandfather's arms were bulging, as if something was stuffed.

I immediately reached into my grandfather's arms, touched it gently, and indeed it was a wrapper of kraft paper.

There was a wild prickly pear that I liked the most, which was already shriveled.

There is also a letter inside, which says: Chen Yan's grandson Chen Kunlun personally opened it.

Grandpa didn't say Chen Huangpi's personal information, but used the three words Chen Kunlun. I had already guessed something in a vague way.
Chapter completed!