The charlatan was so scared that he was stunned.

After a while, he heard a familiar laugh, and then the lights in the car lit up, and the man in the driver's seat pulled off the scarf from his neck, revealing a familiar face.

The charlatan widened his eyes: "Little Exercise?"

Jiang Lian took back the gun: "You can't help even when the gun hits the forehead. It seems that you are still the same you, and you haven't become anything else."

He gestured to the back of the car: "I actually vaguely feel that you want to incinerate the box, but I always feel that you don't have a strong motivation. Now it seems that this motivation is already there?"

The charlatan didn't say anything, but sighed and leaned silently on the back of the seat - the road was too quiet, there was not even a passing car, and he wanted to pretend that he was distracted by something else.

Jiang Lian continued to say, "You know that Meiying has lost the box and can't even save her life. In the middle of the night, she didn't leave any notes, and she secretly rolled the box away. Now I'm caught by me. Should there be a reasonable explanation?"

The charlatan still doesn't speak.

Jiang Lian smiled and leaned on the back of the chair: "If you don't say it, then we'll waste it. Anyway, I'm young and have good physical strength. Let's see who can waste it."

The charlatan drooped his head and sighed again. Jiang Lian tried to cross his legs to show his confidence in victory. He was so sad that the driver's seat was too small for him to give up.

I don’t know how long it took, but the charlatan finally spoke: “Xiao Lianxian, have you smelled any... strange smell?”

Jiang Lian sniffed twice, but he didn't, but he smelled the faint smell of perfume again.

The charlatan pulled the zipper of the jacket to the bottom and then rolled up the sweater. After rolling the sweater and rolled the autumn clothes, there was a thick layer of cloth under the autumn clothes. It seemed that he was injured and bandaged with a cloth - but ordinary bandages would never be so thick.

As it turned out, it was indeed not a bandage, but a charlatan made a thick pad with a bandage and placed it on his stomach.

He glanced at Jiang Lian, made up his mind and took off the cloth pad.

At that moment, Jiang Lian thought he had read it wrong. He took a breath and quickly looked away, and then he couldn't stop his heart from thrilling.

Is that still my stomach? He felt that he saw a rotten swamp of flesh and blood. Even if he turned his head in an instant, the scene still lingered, as if it was growing on his retina.

The charlatan silently covered the cloth pad again: "I got closer and smelled it, and I always felt that I could smell the fishy smell. It seems that it's okay. I have covered so many layers of clothes, but it's not in vain."

Jiang Lian's voice was trembling: "How long has it been?"

"Just the night before yesterday, I couldn't open the box of my blood, and the little radish and the others were coming again. I was so worried, but after listening to your advice, I went to the bathhouse to take a shower."

"When I was taking a shower, I saw the scar on my chest and abdomen. The color of this scar is of course heavier than elsewhere. I don't know why, but when I looked at it, I felt that the scar was like a blood strip and a blood bag. Then, a sudden thought came up: Will the blood here be different from the blood elsewhere?"

"I secretly went back to the room and carried the box out, wanting to try it out."

Jiang Lian had a little impression. He remembered that Kuang Meiying was asking at that time, and the charlatan replied that he forgot about something in the bath and came back to get it.

"I only poked a small mouth on the scar, but the blood kept pouring out, and then I opened the box."

It actually opened, Jiang Lian was nervous when he came to the scene in person: "Is there really something inside?"

He remembered that when he was trapped in the mountain intestines, the charlatan once said that there was something in the box that made him uncomfortable and was even more dangerous.

The charlatan nodded: "There is a letter inside, to me."

"Where is your faith?"

As soon as Jiang Lian said this, he knew that he had misunderstood: How could there be trust in that era? Even if there is, people today cannot understand those "words". This so-called trust must not be the letter he imagined.

really.

"It's not a letter, to be precise, like some kind of message, after unboxing, I received it and understood it - I can't take out the entity you want to believe."

OK, this may be the secret method of the gods. Based on some kind of biological sensing message transmission, Jiang Lian didn't want to delve into it. He was more concerned: "What did that message say?"

After asking this, his heart was already beating wildly: the air in the car was too stagnant, he pressed a crack in the car window, and the cold wind outside rushed in from the thin crack, and the window glass was shaken to make a buzzing sound.

"Tell the truth."

Jiang Lian felt a tiny trembling all over his body, and he didn't know if it was cold or was inspired by this sentence: "Then do you know who you are now?"

The charlatan nodded, paused and added: "I probably know."

"Who are you? Peng Zu or Kuang Zu?"

The charlatan shook his head: "Actually, I am a charlatan. The person who looks exactly like me does have a connection with me. He is earlier than Peng Zu. Everything can be said to be derived from him. Just call him... Peng Yi."

***

The charlatan calmed down and twisted a bottle of mineral water and drank a few sips of soaking his throat before he started talking slowly.

Throughout the journey, everyone's guesses were almost correct: the Jedi Tiantong, the gods crossed the generations, Chiyou and Huangdi had disagreements. After a fierce battle, Chiyou was beheaded by Huangdi, and Chiyou's followers retreated to the south, which was regarded as a place of evil and malaria at that time.

However, although the defeat was determined, the heart was still not dead, and everyone's self-reproductive ability was dying, but the Kirin Crystal is a medicine, but this medicine died before them - what if we could find a way to copy the Kirin Crystal? Even if the utility is only half of the genuine product, or even one tenth of it?

They used a chess piece that had been lurking in the Huangdi side for a long time, closely following every move from the Huangdi side. Soon, they learned about the upcoming "Calling Box".

The charlatan sighed: "Then Huangdi knew that after generations of reproduction, he would become like a human being. No matter how outstanding he was, he would have cowardly descendants. The former high-ranking generals no longer exist. Everyone is an ant, busy all his life, fighting and creating. When you rise or he lies dormant, you are like waves, without a fixed situation, all rely on luck."

"In this case, it becomes a dangerous thing to keep treasures. First of all, when the social development level is still only about using swords, guns and sticks, but someone has guns and cannons, the consequences can be imagined. What if he uses this for his own selfish interests and tramples on others, what will the world become like? Secondly, there are some orders of extinction of the gods. You just find a place to collect it. What if the deceased repent? Or what will be found on one day? If it is found, it means that power and superpowers are above others. Everyone wants to find it on their own, and no one wants to find it."

"Inequality" is an old topic, and no matter how you arrange it, it will not satisfy you, unless there are no one, just like two peaches killing three scholars, no one will fight for it without peaches - if you want absolute fairness and absolute insurance, you can only let these treasures disappear.

Chi Youfang knew that there would be large-scale calculations and packing at that time, and after repeated planning, he had a plan to steal the box.

"The calculation and packaging of treasures are kept confidential to the outside world, but the internal execution is not very strict. Changes of items or seconded personnel happen from time to time, which makes the piece successfully concentrate all the objects he wants in a box without arousing anyone's suspicion. It was not until the box was lost that Huangdi realized: there was a big ghost inside him."

If there is a ghost, it will be eliminated, but after investigation, all the signs pointed to a man named Peng Yi, who happened to be responsible for the stolen box.

Jiang Lian's mind was very fast: "Framed?"

The charlatan said, "The chess piece is very meticulous. He had known that if he had thrown the box, someone would have to investigate it, so he arranged the scapegoat in advance, and the arrangement was very perfect. Peng Yi was basically the kind that was indisputable and called it a kind of person who would not respond to it every day."

"Peng Yi was naturally unwilling to die. He swears that he would ask Huangdi to give him a chance. As long as he was given a chance, he would definitely find the box and find out the person who framed him with his own hands."

Jiang Lian blurted out and asked: "Did Huangdi agree?"

It’s a pity that Qianzi is not here, she likes listening to stories so much.

Jiang Lian glanced at his phone and wanted to broadcast her live broadcast or help her call her to call for free. Unfortunately, the signal teaches people: before Mobile China Unicom completely conquered the vast unmanned land, similar regrets will be repeated.

The sage replied: "Huangdi really has a vision, and to mention that Peng Yi is the junior among the gods, which we have talked about, will be the last group of gods who will be extinct."

"Peng Yi was so grateful that he could repay the situation. After some planning, they did four things. First, continue to promote the incineration box; second, send people to investigate the lost boxes and conduct an attitude of tracing the surface; third, speak to the outside world, leave some dragon bones and phoenix feathers for the incineration box in the future; fourth, in public, in the name of "spy" and "rebellion", he punished Peng Yi's in the name of "rebel".

"I have always been surprised before that Gun is not a big traitor and evil person. He is also diligent in controlling floods. He is not a traitor and cheating, but it is not a traitor and cheating. As for the punishment of being killed? Now I know that the Emperor of Heaven killed Gun and Gun resurrected Yu. This kind of killing only consumed his chance of self-reproduction, but the punishment of opening the tummy is different. This is a great crime and completely killing him. Don't think of resurrection again."

Jiang Lian pondered for a moment: "This should be a fake killing?"

"Of course it's a fake kill, but for the sake of the drama to be realistic, the real hand was made. The stretched 's' shape was the knife edge that was cut open and cut. This scene was made for the chess piece, and the bet was to make him think that his plan had succeeded, he took it lightly, and then steal the dragon bones and the phoenix feather without any worries."

Jiang Lian's scalp was like electricity, and he felt numb: "And you set up an ambush in advance, and when he steals it, it will be exposed?"

A series of things suddenly came to an explanation, and Jiang Lian's breathing began to sink: "So the dreams you have had are indeed Peng Yi's perspective. Peng Yi calculated the box. When he saw himself placing a mountain gut, he found that the box was stolen, so he chased him, saw the phoenix shadow, the dragon sang elegy with the gods, and felt that he was being cut open. Also, after stolen the chess piece, he secretly followed him to the cave where he and his accomplices met, and heard the two of them whispering?"

Yes, the charlatan defaults.

There are so many twists and turns in the middle. No wonder I have always been difficult to define the position of the "charlatan" and the role he plays. I once thought he was a traitor...

No, Jiang Lian suddenly remembered that when he was camping in the mountains before, it was convenient to go out at night, and he accidentally hit the mountain mirage: the one who connected with the ox-headed man must be the chess piece. The ox-headed man used the arm of the quintessent to cover the chess piece's neck, and it turned out that he was just pulling him into the dark to prevent people from seeing it, rather than kidnapping.

but……

"How could you have the same face as that chess piece? Your ancestor's surname is Peng, and Peng Yi is your distant ancestor. You should look like Peng Yi."

The charlatan raised his hand and pressed down: "Xiao Lian, a little patient, I haven't finished speaking yet."

OK, let this section be put aside first, Jiang Lian was anxious to know the follow-up: "What about you later, after discovering that the chess piece was plotting in a cave, you caught these two people in a sign?"

The charlatan shook his head.

That's right, it shouldn't be captured. If it is captured, Phoenix Ling will be recovered, rather than lost. Jiang Lian couldn't figure it out for a moment: "Why not arrest it?"

The charlatan replied: "The same thing, you need to have a global perspective when doing things. That person is just a chess piece. He cannot know what kind of game the other party is setting up. However, based on the lost objects, Huangdi's side cannot guess thoroughly - killing a chess piece will not be able to find the box. However, if this chess piece can be turned into our people and then inserted back, the meaning and function will be very different."

Jiang Lian sighed: "It's hard, right? And, can you believe him?"

There are some things, one is two. Today he can betray Chiyou, and then he can betray you again in the future. From a certain perspective, if a person betrays once, he will never be trustworthy.

The charlatan also sighed: "Of course, so the person who ended up plugging back was not the chess piece."

Jiang Lian's heart moved: "Peng Yi?"

It was only him. This matter was so secretive that there must be not many people who knew about it. Moreover, the so-called "scholars died for their confidants", Peng and his party were about to die, and Huangdi opened a way out. If they did not assign him, he would probably volunteer, not to mention that he himself vowed to "retrieve the box."

"Peng Yi... has he disguised himself?"

It's too dangerous to think about it. Undercover is not fun, and if you encounter an acquaintance, you will reveal your flaws...

The charlatan gave him a blank look. After chatting for so long, the charlatan from the past finally came back. To be honest, Jiang Lian was really not used to the charlatan sighing with a sad face.

"Xiao Lianxian, you look down on the gods too much. We can't catch up with the technological development level now. Disguise... If it's just disguise, as a descendant of the Peng family, can I look the same as that spy piece?"

Indeed, Jiang Lian guessed again: "Bioengineering? Genetic transformation?"

The charlatan reminded him: "It's almost the same. Do you remember that I mentioned that the objects in the box contained Nuwa's clay doll?"

When I remembered it, the charlatan once guessed that the clay doll might be the "robot" of the gods.

After death, people turn into flying dust, and fly dust is then gathered into humans. There is indeed a subtle connection between people and soil - plants grow and flourish from the soil, and the earth accumulates power that humans can still find difficult to understand, but perhaps the gods have already realized it.

"I don't know how to explain it. In today's words, all the cognition of the chess piece was 'downloaded' into the clay doll, and Peng Yi was also transformed into the shape of the chess piece by chess piece. Because the two have the same 'material' and can be connected, he 'read' the cognition of the chess piece."

Fortunately, the explanation is not difficult to explain, Jiang Lian understands it with eight to nine points: In this way, when Peng goes to the anti-undercover agent, he will not be exposed because he does not know this person's childhood friend, first love, etc.

He asked, "What then?"
Chapter completed!