I threw the leech aside and quickly put the young man in his sleeping bag. His breath gradually became calm and stable. It was something that made us all very happy, but no one knew when he could wake up or not. After all this trouble, I looked at the watch. It was already past two o'clock in the morning, but Lao Hei and Yuan Tiandao still had no news.

The fat man couldn't help but get sleepy and got into the sleeping bag. I was alone in a daze next to the fire. Zhao Wuji opened two small bottles of soju. This is a kind of soju produced in Luoyang. It was very strong, but it didn't get over it. He handed me a small bottle of wine and said, "Don't worry, with their skills, there should be no problem."

I took the wine and took a sip, then looked at Zhao Wuji and said, "There is no outsider now. Can you tell me what Lao Hei is going on? He is not an ordinary bodyguard, and you, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Why do you ask this?"

"You have also seen that this snowy mountain is even more dangerous than we thought. No one knows what else is waiting for us in front. Since we have formed a team, I think it is better to be honest. There are too many things to deal with, and you have to be careful of your teammates everywhere. That's too tiring. Instead of hiding it, it's better to spread it out and talk. Maybe our purpose is not in conflict." I said.

After I finished speaking, I looked at Zhao Wuji, wanting to see what kind of reaction he would have. As a result, Zhao Wuji looked at me like this, with a faint smile on his face, and he looked calm and gentle. I asked, "Don't laugh, I feel panicked."

"Do you really can't remember anything?" Zhao Wuji asked me.

"Huh?" I asked, and he suddenly asked this, making me feel a little nervous. This is not the first time I have been dealing with this question in the past. Could it be that Zhao Wuji has also met the person he used to be back then? It shouldn't be. According to what I know now, the last time I appeared in front of the world was in the Jokhang Temple. After leaving the Jokhang Temple, there was no news about him in the world. But how old is Zhao Wuji now?

"It seems that you really can't remember anything." Zhao Wuji sighed.

"You've seen that me, right? When?" I asked.

"I can't understand what you are saying." Zhao Wuji shook his head, and then he suddenly bit his finger and outlined it on the ground. When I saw the four words he wrote on the ground, I only felt a huge lightning hitting my head!

The four words he wrote are blood debts and blood compensation.

After writing, he looked up at me and smiled, "Did you remember?"

I only felt a burst of dizziness, more incredible. How could I have never seen these four words before? I can even be said to be familiar with them. On my mother's tombstone, these four blood-red words were printed on them like carvings. In countless years, these four words were like a sharp knife inserted into my chest. The person who wrote these four words on my mother's tombstone back then was my only relative in this world, my uncle Zhao Jianguo!

I looked at Zhao Wuji almost trembling and said, "Zhao Jianguo...the same Zhao Jianguo?"

Zao Wuji lit a cigarette and said slowly: "In that era, there were indeed many such names, but do you think this would be the same name and surname?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a little hard to accept for a while, sorry." I was a little incoherent. After saying that, I looked up at Zhao Wuji and said, "What you mean is that your father Zhao Jianguo is actually my uncle? The corpse I saw in Jokhang Temple is my uncle's body?!"

"Otherwise?" Zhao Wuji looked at me and sighed, "To be honest, I was actually looking at your reaction when I first mentioned this name. I thought you would definitely remember him, but obviously you forgot him."

"It's not like this. I just didn't think about it. Really, and since childhood, others have told me that my uncle Zhao Jianguo is probably dead, and died at the hands of that person." I explained, because Zhao Wuji's words did make me feel a little ashamed, but he really misunderstood me.

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "I won't tease you anymore. It's normal for you to not remember it after so many years. Now do you think you can trust me? My cousin Lin Baqian?"

"What the hell is going on?" I was still a little dizzy. Isn't Zhao Jianguo a big tomb robber in Luoyang? I heard from Da Jinya that the village where Zhao Jianguo is located is a clan-style tomb robber, and he should be a native of that village.

"What aspect do you want to ask?" Zhao Wuji said.

"I have too many things to figure out, really," I said.

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Zhao Jianguo asked me back.

"Of course." I nodded.

"The Zhao family in Sanlitun, Fangcheng, and the Zhao family in Zhaojiazhuang, Luoyang, were actually distant relatives. In the past turbulent era, there were many such things. You may have fled because of famine and war, and settled wherever you flee. However, in the eyes of the older generation, you actually value the inheritance of clans and blood, especially families like Zhaojiazhuang, Luoyang. Although it is not nice to say that they are tomb robbers outside, it is precisely because of this that they are actually half of the world. People in the world naturally adhere to many ancient rules. Zhao Qinshan, the genealogy of Zhaojiazhuang, Luoyang, has always included Zhao Qinshan, that is, your grandfather and my grandfather, and your grandfather Zhao Qinshan, also told his hometown some things when your uncle Zhao Jianguo was very young.

In the situation, even if the Chinese are wandering outside, they are very particular about roots. Wherever their homes are, where their ancestral graves are, they are at their roots. This is something in their hearts. Your grandfather also asked your uncle Zhao Jianguo to Luoyang. On the one hand, he was searching for his ancestors and asked about his ancestors. On the other hand, he wrote his name into the genealogy and wrote it in, and he had a root. However, the Zhao family in Luoyang was in a disaster at that time. Although he recognized his relatives, he did not migrate back. At that time, such an accident occurred at home. Your uncle Zhao Jianguo was discouraged and wanted to take revenge. However, the Zhao family was helpless in Sanlitun, so he took me and my mother to Luoyang and handed me and my mother to the Zhao family's clan care. He went to find Wang Jianghai's blood debt and blood debt. That's the thing." Zhao Wuji said.

I basically believed Zhao Wuji's words because I heard from my grandfather that my grandfather's name is Zhao Qinshan, and he is also an outsider. The Zhao family is a single family in Sanlitun. I have also heard that when my uncle left home, he had already had a family child. At that time, many people advised my uncle that Wang Jianghai had become an official and it was definitely not easy to deal with, so he asked my uncle to endure this tone for his wife and children.

I never expected that things would be so dramatic. Zhao Wuji, who I had been careful of for so long, turned out to be my cousin. The body I saw in Jokhang Temple was my uncle Zhao Jianguo.

"What happened later? How was that person, Wang Jianghai?" I asked.

"It seems that you have not used Yuan Tiandao's relationship to seek revenge on Wang Jianghai, nor have you met Wang Jianghai." Zhao Wuji said.

"Why do you say that?" I asked. I had already vaguely felt something at this time. For example, since my uncle came to Luoyang to become a very famous tomb robber, why did he get involved in this incident and die in the Jokhang Temple? Is it all because of me? Because my uncle knew something back then.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but remember what he said to me when I met Liu Zhiyuan in Nanjing, which was something I had never understood. He told me that my mother Xiu'er should have been the reincarnation of the wife of Liu Jingtang, a blind Liu, in Jiangnan, and he was reincarnated with me, so I should be the eighth generation of the Liu family who came out of his life. And Liu Zhiyuan even begged me to take over the Liu family at that time.

I don’t know whether to believe these words, but they made my life experience that has always been confused and became even more confusing. Is my mother Xiu'er the reincarnation of Liu Jingtang’s wife? Am I the child of Liu Jianzi, Jiangnan, or the child of the man in the coffin?

I have never understood what Liu Jingtang had done on Qinglong Mountain back then, and this is the truth I have been pursuing.

"Is my uncle's cooperation with the Liu family?" I asked.
Chapter completed!