CH 487

In the village of Niu Xin, Gao Zhijian's fingers, as strong as iron, effortlessly cut through the solid soil, leaving behind traces.

"What are you drawing?" Chun Xiaoman frowned and looked at Gao Zhijian squatting on the ground. "If you don't want to write, I've learned some characters at the private school recently."

Gao Zhijian glanced at her, shook his head, and continued drawing.

"Hey! What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Chun Xiaoman pushed him forcefully.

Feeling the hand on him, Gao Zhijian pursed his lips and shook his head, continuing to draw.

"Is this a snake? Were you selling snake medicine before?"

"Dragon!" Gao Zhijian said in a deep voice.

As his finger slid, a huge curled-up dragon appeared in front of Chun Xiaoman. Then, his finger quickly added a person sitting below the dragon.

"Emperor!" Gao Zhijian pointed at the person and continued to draw piles of gold ingots beside him.

Then, he drew some small people next to the person. When Gao Zhijian drew one at the end, he slapped himself. "Me!"

"You are the emperor's son?!" Chun Xiaoman's eyes widened.

But in response to this question, Gao Zhijian nodded and then shook his head vigorously. "No, no. I don't know!"

"Why don't you know? Is this your past?"

"Maybe... maybe... it's fake!"

"But you told Li Shixiong about these things, right? What does he think?"

"No."

"Why not?"

After hesitating for a moment and looking at Chun Xiaoman, Gao Zhijian drew an adult next to the little person representing himself.

The face of the adult seemed to be covered with something, making it impossible to see clearly. He also carried three swords on his back.

When Gao Zhijian bit his finger and stained the person's clothes with blood, Chun Xiaoman immediately understood what he meant.

"Is this Li Shixiong?" There weren't many people in the world wearing red Dao robes, and she recognized it at a glance.

Gao Zhijian nodded vigorously and then used his finger to write a large number "5" on his own head.

"I recognize this character. It's the number five. It's the simplest character. Does that mean you were five years old that year?"

Gao Zhijian nodded vigorously and then pointed to the sword on Li Huowang's back, drawing a line to directly cross out the little person representing himself.

"Uh, did Li Shixiong kill you? Did he kill you when you were five?" When Chun Xiaoman said this, even she became hesitant.

"Yes." Seeing Gao Zhijian nod, Chun Xiaoman suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

"If Li Shixiong killed you, how are you still alive now? And why did he kill the child version of you?"

"Maybe... maybe... it's fake!" Saying this, he drew another little person representing himself, wearing armor, and drew a carriage below.

Then Gao Zhijian drew a group of people surrounding him, stabbing him with spears.

"You died again? Why can't I understand anymore?"

"Chaotic..." Gao Zhijian slapped his head forcefully. "Chaotic!" Gao Zhijian's actions became rough.

Then Gao Zhijian drew several different ways of dying, including drowning, burning, and even hanging.

Finally, he stopped drawing people and used charcoal to draw black masses. As he saw more and more black circles on the ground, fear gradually appeared in Gao Zhijian's eyes. When a solid and strong arm drew a black circle, completely covering everything, Gao Zhijian seemed to be scared by what he had drawn. He jumped up and took several steps back.

"Gao Zhijian, are you okay? Should I find a doctor for you?"

As Gao Zhijian wiped the cold sweat with his hand, a smear of black was also wiped onto his face.

He shook his head gently and carefully walked over, picking up a clump of soil and stepping on it to completely flatten the black masses. Then, he used the charcoal to draw a little person representing himself on the back of his hand. After that, he used his finger to dig into the flattened soil and remove the black masses, finally revealing the piles of gold ingots he had drawn before. "Money!"

From the bottom of the pile of gold ingots, he drew a line directly to Chun Xiaoman's feet. "Take it!"

"No, you should wait for a while. It's not just about money now. You should draw more carefully. I feel a bit confused." Chun Xiaoman felt that her mind was also being messed up by Gao Zhijian.

"His meaning is clear." A voice came from the door. Both of them turned their heads and found Zhao Wu leaning on a crutch.

It seemed that Zhao Wu saw everything Gao Zhijian had drawn.

Zhao Wu walked up to them, looked at the completely changed scene in front of him, pondered for a while, and said, "According to what he drew, Gao Zhijian must have been a high-ranking official in the past, so there must have been a lot of money at home."

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"All those different ways of dying should represent the risks of this status. But if it really comes to a desperate situation, he is willing to take the risk and use his past identity to help us find a way out."

After Zhao Wu finished speaking, he turned to Gao Zhijian, his expression serious, and asked, "I think you mean this, right?"

Gao Zhijian was stunned for a moment, and then decisively shook his head without giving him face. "I... I am the emperor. Emperor. Emperor!"

A hint of helplessness appeared on Zhao Wu's face. "You are the emperor? And then Li Shixiong killed you when you were five? And then you came back to life? And then you died again? And finally, Danyang Zi captured you?"

"There was no five-year-old emperor in Daliang. If you're going to make up stories, at least make them plausible."

"And if you didn't tell Li Shixiong about your past, it means there are contradictions in this story. You were five years old, but how old was Li Shixiong? He wasn't older than you."

Zhao Wu's words caused Gao Zhijian's expression to contort in pain. He forcefully slapped his own head, and in a few moments, the palm slapping his head turned into a fist. "Chaos!"

"Hey, Gao Zhijian, don't do this!" Chun Xiaoman quickly grabbed him. "Once this natural disaster passes, the Lv family troupe can still go out and make money. You don't need to worry about financial matters!"

Gao Zhijian gradually calmed down. He gave a complex look at the two who didn't trust his words, clenched his fist, and turned to leave.

"Should we tell Brother Li about his ramblings when he comes back?" Zhao Wu, leaning on his crutch, spoke up.

Watching Gao Zhijian's retreating figure, Chun Xiaoman, with a somewhat complicated expression, nodded.

"I think it's better to tell him. He's more experienced and knowledgeable than us, he might know something about Gao Zhijian's background."

(End of Chapter)